"Climb," Windy said.
Turning his back and running from a bear and showing that he was prey was a bad idea. Trees were around but not in reach. Windy was already climbing, and he had his bow in hand unstrung. That wasn't how he wanted his bow to be in an ambush. In his head, Vincent always imagined his weapons in hand, ready to go. Instead, he was naked and tired from pounding elf pussy.
The yellow eyes flashed, and Vincent threw himself backward into the tent as claws tore it open above him. He heard a bellowing roar, and the monster stuffed its head into the tent while Vincent fumbled to string his bow. Maybe his ax would have been the better plan.
Challenge 4 no time limit
Complete: Escape or kill the Short-Faced Man-Eating Bear familiar
Reward
1 x UC Blue Pill: UC Blue Pills raise speed and lung capacity. Uncommon blue pills further improve the explosive power of the body's muscle fibers.
A paw shot out larger than a 42-ounce steak platter; he raised an arm and felt five claws shred through muscle and scrape bone. Vincent screamed, cursed, and promised the bear's death. Then, he felt behind him and touched the handle of his machete. His bow fell beside him, and he swung. Vincent felt his blade dig into the monster's short face but didn't hit anything good. The hide was too tough, and the wound healed before his eyes.
"It should have read murder bear," Vincent said.
"Your eyesight must be troubling you; this bear has no feathers." Message said.
Fuck message. It slapped the machete from Vergil's grip, and Vincent kicked it in the face. The monster lunged, and Vincent rolled out of the way but still caught a bite to the back. He felt it tear a chunk of flesh out of him. When he managed to get a little distance, the bear was chewing Vincent's flesh. Its eyes glowed bright yellow in the lamplight. He wished it was oil; then he could throw it at the bear and catch the damned thing on fire.
He still had his bow and, through shaking hands, managed to string it when the bear turned its massive head to him. The bastard was taller than Vincent on all four paws. It raised itself on its back legs quickly, standing over 3-meter sticks tall. The useless crap his mind dragged up for comparison to gauge the 2-ton fluffy murder machine astounded even him.
Vincent pulled his bow back and fired an arrow into the monster's chest. Over a thousand pounds of draw strength shot an arrow through the monster's body. It barely felt the impact. Blood welled up for a second before quickly clotting. Next, he fired at the monster's face, shooting one of the monster's eyes out. Instead of freaking out, the bastard sniffed the air and turned in Vincent's direction. He altered his strategy when the bear took a step.
As a country boy, he had grown up shooting bows and could reliably hit a bird. So why not make the bear a little joint challenge? The barbarian archer shot an arrow at the sweet spot when the bear lifted a paw burring the arrow from paw to elbow. For a second, the monster fumbled, and Vincent shot another arrow pinning the monster's paw to the dirt with a fletching poking out. He reached into his bag of holding for another broad head and fired until the monster was more restrained. Then he took a picture before swapping it out for his ax. It moved but didn't have its lightning speed. Carbon steel arrows filled its body, slowing it down to less than a tenth of its normal speed.
"Why won't you die?" Vincent asked the beast.
At first, it was bleeding out, but then it stopped. The arrows were still inside it, but the wounds had stopped bleeding. Vincent tossed a rock in the monster's direction, and it suddenly lunged with lightning speed biting the rock out of the air.
It wasn't quite as slow as it appeared. Bears were experts at conserving energy until they could afford to attack him with all their might. Vincent returned his ax to his bag and retrieved his machete. The bleeding coming from his back had already scabbed over. He was lucky it hadn't bitten a chunk out of his spine.
Vincent cut a hole in his tent and left to climb one of the closer trees. Two pairs of smaller yellow eyes appeared, and he shimmied up the tree for dear life. He watched the cubs come into the firelight and dig up the guts he buried. The little monsters made a game of tugging them between each other. Nature was metal as hell.
Windy found him quickly walking over tree branches on bare feet like they were a sidewalk. It seemed stereotypes worked out. He expected her to next break into a lecture about the sanctity of life and why he should have ran instead of fighting the monster.
"Hurry up and kill the cubs while they are vulnerable. We don't want them to grow into more of those monsters." Windy said.
Ok, maybe all life was sacred, only applied to things that weren't a threat to them. She was also right fuck those monsters. But he couldn't help but think of the consequences. If he plugged the cubs full of arrows, wouldn't the mamma bear track them to hell and back? Then again, how much worse off could they be.
He purchased two arrows and fired down, doming both bear cubs. The little bastards didn't die immediately; they bled slowly and tied to wiggle the arrows out of their heads. The broad head only did more damage to them. They started whimpering and making pathetic calls.
"We must leave before the mother finds our tree. They are a cunning breed, easily able to remove the trees we could use to escape. In these lands, the mistress of night beasts controls the wilds and will sick her foul beasts upon us. We must flee to my village and seek refuge against the dark behind thick walls and bronze-armed guards. If we are fortunate, she will forget about us, seek out another monster with cubs, and kill the mother to take the cubs for herself." Windy said.
They moved through the trees away from the campsite, but he still heard the monster bellow. The bear had bit a chunk out of him and would know his scent; this wasn't over; he knew that, and so did Windy. While half of it was an excuse to return to her tribe quicker, he knew she was afraid. Perhaps she thought they would see some of her tribesmen and go their separate ways. After all, she wasn't the one who killed the cubs.
Vincent caught a UC blue pill and downed it immediately. Every advantage was a welcome one. Time was needed to acclimate to his new strength. He didn't know how strong or fast he really was. It left him at a disadvantage in fights he should win.