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The Hunters And The Hunter Hunter

Karenn and Chrome sat under a large tree all afternoon, chatting idly. They spent a good while making fun of Kassvin, of course. He's really weird, even without the whole amnesiac from an other world gig.

"He borrowed some of my clothes, he looks so good in them that I don't even want to get them back." Chrome cracked up at that. "And then he called me queen, what an odd fella!"

"Yeah, but I like him, he makes joke's that don't insult anyone." They chuckled as they remembered one of his many rants about the Absinthe leader. 'I make jokes that don't offend anyone! It's not that hard you final fantasy oc looking ass shonen character wannabe, walmart joker, capital B Bitch!!!!' He said.

"Oh, are you b e s t i e s ??" Karenn pushed his shoulder.

"Yeah I guess we are." He pushed her back."I think we should go back, I'm hungry."

"Good idea, been out here for a while." Chrome tried to stand up but he felt dizzy and collapsed.

"Hey, you good?" Karenn rushed towards him but her efforts were cut short by getting picked up and carried away by a strangely tall person riding on a mount she dosen't recognize.

She was kicking and screaming as they rode off into the deep woods. It was in vain, she just got tired faster.

...

The ruins of the temple were basking in piercing white sunlight, Lance limped up the stone steps leading from the courtyard to a mostly intact apartment complex, frustrated with his prosthetic forelimb. It's been over a year since he lost his left arm but he just can't get used to it.

He doesn't come to the Khaer temples often, all he sees is the bloodshed that took place following the blue sacrifice. Massacres, mass graves, genocide. It was glossed over in the history books, made to seem simple and insignificant. Insignificant my ass, it lasted for decades, the so called demons didn't give in so easy, they protected what was theirs and what was left of dragon civilization.

It's not insignificant, especially for the survivors. Terrified screams haunt Lance when he walks amongst charred remains of homes, the torn down walls around the sacred ground. He can almost smell the stench of burning bodies again, see the blood that's long washed away by rain.

"Ha!" A small voice announced the presence of an even smaller person. A khaer, the last one practicing in eldarya who he knows of. They bump shoulders in greeting.

The khaer is taking the form of a human child, roughly twelve-ish looking while Lance is a Dragon the size of a shorter than average moose, so the logistics don't exactly add up.

Lance began speaking in the guttural tounge of dragons, he explains what happened to Kassvin and tells his acquaintance to be careful in case the hunters decide to use the portal again to get home.

The interaction was brief, they both got shit to do. In a few minutes Lance was limping his way back to wherever this rouge sleeps when he's not drawing male genitalia on the walls of HQ.

But then he saw the hunters, speak of the devil. He would have let them go on their way but then he noticed that they have a hostage.

No, absolutely not.

He followed them from a distance, blending in with the grey stone of the ruins, getting closer and closer. He may be an amputee with Mommy issues but he's the best hunter hunter around, he can do this.

"Haen?? Iki'n?" (Heh? What's that?) One of the hunters heard the clanking and grinding sounds the prosthetic limb makes. Fukin', he knew he should have left it on base.

He lunged from behind a crumbling wall and got to work performing remov-o-face plasty on the unlucky minimum wage worker. Poor guy should have went to college but it's gotten so goddamn expensive and he would have ended up doing this job anyways.