RPG #16 - Barteris

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No sooner had the monk flew after Fen towards the devastated Elvin village, Mason was suddenly awoken by something he had never expected. Every animal of description stampeded into the camp. Birds flew as if on fire and animals gave little care for the group that was suddenly in there path.

Trying to avoid beating hooves Mason rolled out of his bed roll in to a sudden stand. He reached for his side and pulled the colt as fast as lightning. Still, Mason was ducking and moving but every turn he was faced with another frightened animal.

“What is it,” screamed Fugg in anger. Mason was about to answerer the giant but the animals stopped coming as fast as it had started.

“What the hell is going on, and ware is Fen and our little monk friend?’ Fugg had his gun in had but watched for more animals.

Mason had know idea that they had been missing. He was woken so suddenly that he had no time to think only react. The woodland became quiet, too quiet. Mason now felt a sudden discomfort, he didn’t know what had happened but something had certainly frightened the animals into a sudden flight.

They just started to relax and search for there missing companions when mason first felt it.

The ground began to shutter under his feet. Towering tree tops shook and parted with a snapping sound.

“What is it?” asked Winter.

Mason had know answer but what ever frightened the animals was headed in there direction. There meirs cried in protest and chewed at there tethers.

The trees parted and out stepped the most, grossest looking giant Mason had ever had the displeasure of feasting his eyes upon. It first appeared to be human but larger in proportion, much larger it stood at an estimated twenty feet tall hunched over. It pulled as its side elongated arms ending in flesh rendering talons. Metallic tubes exited its flesh only to disappear once again. One eye seamed mechanical in nature with an ominous red glow. Its power white skin looked as if it stretched over a boney but yet some how muscular looking frame.

Mason knew what it was but hoped never to see one again. He dealt with there kind before and knew they were extremely hard to kill, if at all. All thoughts of finding Fen and the monk were lost and Mason actually hoped that they were far enough away to be safe.

“It’s a hunter!” screamed Mason, “Get back!”

As if finally noticing the group it sniffed the air with its ruined nose. It then let out a glass shattering screech of defiance and slowly moved towards the surrounding group.

Mason fired but he knew it would have little effect other then drawling its attention. The hollow point rounds drilled its slimy skin only to ricochet off with a medal spark. Fugg and Winter opened fire with every thing they had but still they back stepped as the creature approached.

“How do we stop it?” shouted Winter as she reloaded.

“Pray,” Mason spoke then began blasting way once again. “They are programmed to search for some one, who it is I can not say but I would love to meet who ever sent it.”
 

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Cambei was moving with every bit of speed his body could allow. He flowed through the branches and leaves like water through the breaks in stone. His body moved and maneuvered instinctively, reacting and pressing forward naturally while his mind focused on trying to gain sight of Fen. He noticed a figure on a white horse riding the other way, he had no time to think anything of it, for now he was busy trying to catch up to the young girl who insisted on fighting for the elves.

Cambei couldn't say this was a bad thing, the desire to help a friend was always a very important thing to have, but it was a lost cause. The elves couldn't weather this storm, although Cambei was having a harder and harder time convincing himself that he wouldn't choose to do the same thing once he'd caught up with her. He continued through the congestive tree canopy, in the day it was difficult to see through this brush, and now at night it was nearly impossible.

Still, Cambei had other ways of seeing than with his eyes. His sixth sense wasn't nearly as powerful as that of Grandmaster Fei Hung or Grandmaster Guan, but it was enough that he could sense that Fen wasn't too much further away, and that she was getting dangerously close to the chaos that was the battle for the elven homeland. In moments he was just behind her, the temperature of the air rose, Cambei risked a look up. A giant ball of flame was descending from the sky, "Fen!" he shouted.

She didn't hear him, surely she felt the heat as the ball of fire approached, at the very least Whiplash did. The meir's movement became more erratic as it struggled against the instinct to turn suddenly to avoid the fireball that was fast approaching. The way it was moving a sudden move like that would either snap Fen's neck or throw her from Whip's back. Cambei knew what he had to do.

He threw himself as hard as he could toward Fen and Whiplash. The monk landed on the meir's back and swept Fen up into his arms before taking off again. Whiplash jerked and turned to avoid the impact of the flames that hit the ground shortly thereafter. Cambei and the young girl he held were flung into the air by the impact of this landing. The monk managed to absorb most of the impact of their landing without transferring it to Fen.

He picked himself up and set Fen down onto her feet. He looked around, Whiplash rejoined them in a moment, but they were faced with something much more pressing issues. They were a stones throw away from the battle, Cambei ground his teeth together, he knew beyond any doubt that he couldn't turn back now. He looked down at Fen, and shouted, this being the only way she could hear him over the sound of the battle.

"Alright, we can help the elves on two conditions. One, you stay close to me so I can keep an eye on you. Since we both know Raven and Mason would be pretty upset with me if I let you get hurt. Second, as soon as things get too hectic we're leaving, and that's final!"
 

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Mason retreated, his steps as fast as he could with out losing his balance on lose stones and fallen branches. Shots rang out from his blasters echoing off into the night air. One shot bounced off the creatures head making it swing around taking Mason and Winter into its full view.

“That did it,” cried Winter, “he looks pretty pissed. What the hell does it want?”

Mason was about to answer but was cut off by the hunter swinging at his midsection with its razor sharp talons. Mason threw him self back but felt the cold medal cutting into his skin. It was only a miner flesh wound but it was enough to distract him. His boot heal caught on a loose stone sending him falling to his side. As he fell, another swing from the hunter cut through the air were he would have been a moment before, saving his life.

Mason landed hard on his side across an old weather fallen tree. Old twisted and rotten branches stabbed at him snagging his clothing and severely hindering his movements. He was able to holster his weapons as quickly as humanly possible to free his hands. With out the blasters he had enough movement to pull him self free. As he regained his footing on the old tree trunk he could hear a cracking from under his feet. He looked down around the tree and felt that sudden stabbing feeling in his stomach. That same feeling he got every time he knew when a situation would go from bad to deadly wrong.

Mason found himself standing over a thousand foot gorge with rapid white water rushing below him. He suddenly felt his footing less secure then ever as pieces of the old tree fell into the far below. This was when his old training found its way to the surface.

Mason eyes looked up and narrowed in to a hard stare. The corner of his mouth smirked up then his hand went for his blaster.

Winter was avoiding the hunter as best she could, doge and striking was her best defense. She was getting tired and it was only a matter of time before she made a wrong move.

Mason pulled his blaster with a fresh reload and emptied it out one shot at a time. “Come and get it,” He shouted out between shots. As if being called for dinner, the hunter swung around and headed in a straight line for Mason. “Get back!” he shouted to the others as he, reached into his pocket pulling out a red tube of dynamite. It had black tape surrounding the center because of its age, keeping in any leaking nitro.

The hunter was almost on him when he lit the end with his only match. The fuse sizzled eagerly down as Mason waited for the right moment. Mason let lose sending the old explosive end over end followed by its own smoke trail.

It landed with a slight thump directly in the hunters’ path. “Run” shouted Mason as he watched the hunter eating up the ground between them; it’s snapping claws eager for his flesh. He had know idea if Winter had gotten to safety because the old explosive took that moment to detonate. Sand dirt rock and dust shot up and landed like rain making Mason blink it away as fast a possible.

The hunter stormed out of the dust and fire cloud. A gaping cavity was punched through its underside. From it leaked a thick fluid, within he glimpsed a glitter of broken circuitry.
It only cared about it intended target, with out regard to its own personal safety. The hunter charged into Mason.

Mason jumped up at the last second, placing his foot on the hunters’ right shoulder. He then again leaped up a second time, sending him self into a forward summersault. He then landed facing away from the hunter that was now trying to turn about on the same rotten log Mason had just been standing on. Mason stood from his landing crouch with out looking back. He knew it was already over.

The old tree groaned in protest and cracked under the massive weight. With out emotion the hunter made no sound of fear but clawed forward as if angry about being denied its prey. Its medal talons sparked and scraped the stone ledge as it vanished below the edge towards it destruction below.

Mason cleaned the dust from his hat and replaced it back upon his head making sure it fit just right. The explosions dust was settling around him as he walked forward and wondered were every one had gone.
 

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