Fortune favors the bold, and clumsy apparently, because as the hunter jerked his face around to see what caused the slight yet revealing noise behind him, he let his guard down, even if just for a moment. The Kuvay'Nas veteran was far too experienced to let this opportunity slip by, with a fierce outwards sideways slash with his gladius, he slashed open the hunter's left arm, near his shoulder, and caused the manslayer to let out a loud pained groan as he raised his head and let his jaw drop as he screamed out before turning back to face the Kuvay'Nas combatant, this time the veteran made the mistake as he let the hunter just enough room and time after his succesful strike, to retalliate and commence his own barrage of one-armed attacks. Prakash and Drath, with most likely the Kuvay'Nas warrior alongside of them, praised Wysar and Akajia that the hunter had already been quite severely wounded before his counter-attack, as the difference in brutality and expertise was enormous, the Kuvay'Nas was being forced back even with the pain the hunter must have been enduring as he could only use his right arm to attack. Prakash was losing his cool and started to doubt on how to proceed until Drath forcefully took over and as he immediatly rushed to the fray, he used his free hand to grab a chair by its back and throw it crudely at the back of the Hunter, who stumbled forward in the midst of a downwards slash, and nearly fell down even, but by scraping nails, to use an improvised saying, he managed to keep on his feet and turned to face Drath. Prakash always had respect for Drath, but by his fearless acts, he even gained awe for Drath's maturity and courage. Because as the hunter turned after the second or two of disabling instability, Drath had already closed the short distance between them and without a second though launched himself on top of the hunched hunter, who didn't have the time to retalliate as Drath's Lakan pierced its unique blade deep in the back of the hunter as Drath fell on him and clutched him with one hand around his neck and the other pushing his Lakan even deeper in the stabwound, making the hunter scream out once more, this time a mixed roar of burning pain and flaming rage. Drath, as fearless and brave as he had been, was no combat expert and instead of rolling out of the way of the inevitable counteract from the non-lethal wounding attack, he ripped out the Lakan's blade from the wound in order to stab the manslayer once more. The hunter was clearly an extremely proficient and battlehardened hunter, probably ex-warrior of sorts, and wasn't about to let that happen. His still functioning, although it pained him to move it, arm was about to slam one side of the double-bladed weapon in the Akalak's side, when suddenly a large thump could be heard, followed by a growling roar similar to an enraged Grassbear's who wasn't allowed to maul his prey. "Get up, fast!" Drath released his hold and pushed himself off from the defeated hunter, but the rage and insanity seemed to have taken over the hunter as the Akalak looked in the manslayer's eyes while pushing himself off. Those insanely wide and piercing eyes, staring at the Akalak while the hunter's face was contorted in a trembling teethbaring snarl, was almost enough to make the Akalak run in fear for his life. But Drath, although as intimidated and almost equally scared as Prakash, held his ground wordlessly and pushed himself off the floor and looked at the cut up hunter, with his armed hand still pinned down against the floor with the Kuvay'Nas boot. "Drop the blade...Or lose your hand!" The hunter, as psychotic as he appeared, seemed still have some sense in him as he opened his tightened fist before the Kuvay'Nas kicked the blade away with his other foot. Drath closed his eyes just for a moment to exhale all his stress away and try to regain his zen. Before another gutwrenching scream came from the hunter's lips and he gripped his Lakan instinctively as tight as he could and raised his Lakan hand, positioning it sideways before his chest, until he saw the Kuvay'Nas had planted his gladius as deep as he could in the man's shoulder, before twisting it forcefully and stomping the manslayer with the heel of his boot, straight on his face and then slamming it down on his shredded shoulder to keep it there. "That was for my partner's leg!" After the entire operation's course and the hectic battle, everything seeemed a surreal blur and the Akalak could remember little of it except that as he handed the hunter's wounded body over to the Kuvay'Nas Militia, together with the Kuvay'Nas veteran warrior, that he had showed his gratitude for saving the Kuvay'Nas' life, and his acknowledgement of the Akalak's bravery and courage in actual combat. The last few words along with the Kuvay'Nas' name stuck by him even through the hazed daze. "Grow stronger, strong enough to join the Kuvay'Nas! Men like you, will always be needed!" "It is my honor to give you my name, young Akalak. Remember the name "Axthor U'lan" and call for it in any time of need!" |