Troll Hunters becoming- A season to remember

With chaos comes

Jims in a little bit of a situation, but I bet it's nothing he can't handle, right?

I'm back, sorry if anyones waiting, I've had my own magical adventures that preoccupy me from writing sometimes, despite that hear we go, chapter 3, more warmth, awesome sauce character interactions + action!, finally I know, anyways enjoy, this is a fun one, and there will be more.
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The hollering sound that roared from the crater ceased, but by the movement of the trees, and the alarms sounded by startled birds, cracks in wood and dirt, and that pottant odder becoming ever stronger, something were coming his way.

Jim didn't run, how could he when his first instinct is to stand and fight but fight what. This is his fault for getting so close to something that should be left undisturbed, but classic Jim, trouble always must follow him, least that means he's never going to be out of a job. But is this really something he should fight; it just doesn't feel right. The troll in him would throw hands the first chance it got, exactly why he still has his human half too think before jumping to conclusions, after all so many have done so too him, and most not so positively (Arthur, troll market, his enemies, etc).

Making his mind up, Jim went for the trees, perhaps he could outrun this creature, tire it out until it loses interest, after all its probably just thinks he's another one of its own, and ensuring its territory's secure from rivals, or thinks he's a female, yes, he's watched animal documentary's, their fascinating.
Running at top speed, Jim raced through the tree line, clearing any objects that block his path westward, he could hear the creature gaining distance, fast, the way the trees moved on impact started to make him question whether it is a Houndrake pack or scout, I mean they could be strong despite their size, just like he is. This chase happed for a constant 30 minuets, Jim racing, switching between two or all fours, running in all directions through the most cluttered parts of the forest he could think, even scaling more cliff, or hill side parts of the woods too loose this thing. It wouldn't get the hint, but it was getting closer. After throwing himself off a large branch from a relatively tall oak tree, a realisation hit, he would be leading his scent straight towards Arcadia, with this thing so close it's a guarantee it knows his scent now, time for a change of plans. Thinking quickly Jim used the oak tree as a good vantage point, latching onto the trunks bark, pulling himself up till he reached the canopy, Jim crouched on the highest strong branch and waited, letting this thing come too him.

Whatever was following him, seemed too slow itself, Jim couldn't get a view of what was following him, it wasn't that it was too dark, but the canopy covered the glowing strips of light just under him. Knew roars flowed from the ground, a mixture off clicks and hissing, at least now its conformed to be only one creature that followed him, which is good, he guessed, better than a pack of being outnumbered. The trees bellow became silent, the dragging sounds of this things decent slowed to a stop, and so did its roar, Jim had the searing feeling he was being watched, and not in a good way.

The stain paining silence made Jim's blood boil, something was wrong, he lifted himself, all four limbs still latched too the branch, his instincts told him to jump as soon as something emerges. Silence carried on the wind for another whole minute, Jim started to feel like prey, he came to a new conclusion that this thing, was now hunting him. Abruptly, the tree jolted, not enough too phase Jim but that was the least of his concerns, as what emerged was something unexpected, after the tree settled that same ear-piercing roar erupted from the canopy bellow, and with it, a massive glowing serpent. It latched six fingered claws onto the trunk, erratic it made its way towards him shaking the large tree. Immediately Jim used his built-up momentum too throw himself from the oak, barely missing this large, thorned tail that attempted to halt his distance.
When he landed, it was a bit off course, the tail made him loose his judicatory making him land rather clumsily, to rescue the landing he performed a barrel roll into crouch, turning towards the foe that's attempting too kill him, why does everything want to kill him?, when the dust he created parted, he finally got a look at what was now after him and wow did it not have a friendly face!