The Great Hunt (6)
John approached the female Floran that was beside him and checked her heart beat.
*Thump, thump...*
He sighed in relief when he heard those heart beats. Luckily he didn't accidentally killed her. She was just unconscious.
*Puchi*
John retrieved a Razor Feather coated in poison from his PIPS and gave the Floran a small cut, injecting some poison onto her.
With all done, he finally had time to deal with his own injuries.
He applied some medicinal salve onto his wounds and then covered them with clean, white bandages.
He didn't use the RIL red syringe because of the side effect that he would be unable to move around for some minutes.
In the Ceremonial Hunting Caverns, life and death could be determined in mere seconds.
Even though the medicinal salve heal slower than the RIL Syringe, it was the best he had in his hands at the time.
John laid flat on the ground with his eyes closed. He looked to be asleep, but he was, in fact, focusing all his attention on the slightest sounds of his surroundings.
At any notice of danger he would be able to jump up and fight back.
The effects of the poison had already gone way. The sensation of his left arm had finally returned, but so did the pain from the two huge wounds he received on the same arm.
His originally green camo clothes were completely dirty with dried sweat, blood, and dust.
Fresh red blood was still flowing from the bandages he had just placed over his injuries. It would take some hours to the salve close up the injuries that were all over his body.
After a few minutes of rest, John decided it was time to leave.
He used his Matter Manipulator to create a room which he could place the Floran In there. He also went back and carried the other Floran over and shove him on the same hole he created for the female Floran.
"Done..." John wiped the sweat on his forehead once he closed up the hole.
From the outside it was almost impossible to see that there was hole in that place. He made the lid of the hole with the same stone that he took when digging up the hole...
*Bang*
John resumed his travel as he followed the source of that loud roar that he had heard before.
*Bang, bang, bang...*
He used his Grappling Hook to swing from one platform to the other.
"Huh?" John stopped by a stationary platform and looked ahead of him.
He was able to see a flock of flying creatures flying toward him from the distance.
With a careful look he was able to identify those creatures. They were Batongs, but a little different from the ones he saw previously, at the other planet.
This ones had a red coloration hide, different from the black Batongs that he saw. The red Batongs were also slightly larger than the black ones.
*Bang*
John didn't even hesitate, he took the Spitfire Assault Rifle and opened fire at the flock of Batongs.
*Bang, bang, bang...*
Against such creature, John decided to use the advanced weapon. There was way too much Batongs for him to go forward with a bow and arrow.
I'm no time, the flock was completely annihilated before they could even get closer to John.
Once he was done with the Batongs, John resumed his travel...
The deeper he went in the landscape, the brighter it got.
On his way he had found some more Florans, but they were easily defeated by John since they weren't even close to the pair of Florans that he had dealt before.
John was able to feel that after every each encounter, the next one was easier. The experience that he got by actually fighting against people that would bet their lives on the fight, really helped John to swiftly improve.
Unfortunately, the amount of injuries also stacked up. His clothes were filled with rips, and his whole body was almost covered in bloodied bandages.
Even though he exchange the bandages from time to time, he always get injuries, it doesn't how easy the encounter was, stacking new ones and opening old ones.
John had just landed in another island when he saw something a few kilometers away from the place was.
It was the end of the canyon like landscape.
He was able to see a final giant flat platform and at the end of it, there it was, the giant metal door.
John crouched in the ground and squinted his eyes to watch what was happening in the platform.
He was able to see some figures that were walking around there. He also saw that in the middle of the circle of Florans, there was a huge beast body.
The beast looked like a red wolf, but it had prolonged teeth like a saber tiger, and also a circular horn like that of a goat.
John never saw such strange beats and even when he took a picture using his PIPS to see if there was information about it on the Universal Bestiary Codex, it didn't had any information about such wolf in there.
"Am I late?" John's eyes focused in the situation that was happening there.
The group looked completely uninterested about the beast's body. They were, in fact, resting and recovering from the injuries that they suffered from the battle.
Glancing around the platform, John was also able to see some Floran bodies spread around.
He sadly shook his head, but his face stayed stoic. He had already seen way too many bodies on his way toward this place.
He never thought that one day he would get used to seeing dead bodies.
The realization scared him a little, but he knew that the universe was different now, he feel the need to change, get stronger, and get more....cold-hearted.
Slowly John walked forward and in no time he got at the edge of the last platform, just behind the group of Florans.
He was able to see that there were 4 Florans resting on the platform. That means that there was probably one more Floran around, acting as the watcher for the group.
John searched the place around, looking for any indication that there was one more Floran.
But even after seconds of analysing, he was unable to spot a single soul beside those four that were around the beast.
"Huh?" His body suddenly froze up. He stood still, not daring to move a single muscle.
[Someone's watching me...] He was able to feel that someone was looking at his every movements with great focus.
Even though he was unable to feel any ill intent from the intense gaze, he didn't dare to move.