Skip to main content

First hunt part 6 : Light & Dust

Just before he could come down on the two hunters with all his might, Cross was Hit in the chest with a projectile, a 10 cm long bullet fired by the sniper.

The dust around the rookie and the old snake was clearing up, the projectile took Cross completely by surprise which gave the two a couple of supplementary seconds, which they could have either used for escaping or otherwise, now, if logic is to be followed here, the best possible course of action would have been to use these precious seconds to escape, which would have been entirely possible, the old snake was as light as a feather, the youngster was fast on his feet as demonstrated by him blocking the demon's attack at near point black, they could raise more dust to obscure vision and dash away from doom, it is feasible, logical, in fact, this, any other day, would have been a no-brainer, for the rookie as well as the snake, but not today. 

Now, this rookie was a peculiar spirit, his way of perceiving situations and circumstances was, to say the least, unorthodox, up until his unexpected intervention, he was avidly following the fight, the subtleties excited him, how a minor change in the winds of luck can alter the outcome of a fight, in this particular case he was caught of guard by Krait's decision to attack arbitrarily before even allowing the sentence to be finished, how this minor decision nearly caused Cross's demise added more fuel to his fire, how Cross changed his attitude from indifferent to aggressive and the resultant destruction of this simple change, he was like a baby discovering the world for the first time. 

As for Krait, his state of mind was on the other end of the spectrum, up to this moment, he was in absolute trance, not knowing, not even caring, if he was alive or dead, he saw Silva raised high as heaven, then brought down by the reaper, then he heard it clash, and saw white lights dancing between the tree leaves, then these lights extended and swallowed everything until there was nothing but white, so much white that his eyes went blind for a second and he saw the all black, he wanted to die so much that he was dead for a second and he saw the Borrows and his wife, and he gave in to the dark, but the darkness did not grant him his wish, as it dissipated quietly into the grey grains of sand, and light started to slowly claw its way in, these overlapping transitions took such a toll on him that he was not even able to move his eye pupils, he just layed there, completely immobile, with his eyes fixed at the dusty sky, he could not see the rookie defending him.

Back to the rookie, who opted to continue on discovering instead of fleeing, so, when he saw a rather unbalanced Cross through the dust, he followed his instincts and went for the hunt, his sword, which suffered two brutal blows from the scythe, Silva, was starting to fracture, a minor detail that he did not have the time nor the presence of mind to notice, he looked at Cross as he attacked, he had a massive body that left him exposed, and with his scythe held up, his head was ripe for picking, compared to cross the rookie was dwarfish, not even half his size, perhaps even less than a third, but he was agile, he jumped in front of Cross, who was still too preoccupied to follow the chain of events, and with incredible stealth and speed, so much stealthy speed, in fact, that Cross only noticed the change in shadows and not the actual movements, he swung his young sword and slashed with all the strength he could muster, into the neck of Cross.

These events happened the span of mere seconds, nobody perceived what was happening, Krait was completely paralyzed, the sniper was still following the after-effects of his bullet before preparing for the next one, Cross was overwhelmed with adversity from both the bullet and the rookie that he was only able to retrace after images, only the rookie fully understood, he made the first contact with the beast-like demon Cross, with an agonizing slash to the neck, he was going absolutely wild, and he did not want this moment to ever end, but alas, time picked up slowly and the dust started to precipitate.  


       

Comments

Best of

first hunt: part 2

first hunt

Bounty hunting is a soulless business