The Loner and the Former King

Oh How the Tables Turn

An unexpected sharp burning pain crossed Augustus' leg, jotting him back to his reality.

Quick to notice where the pain was coming from Augustus snapped his head to his left calf where he found the source, a snake, a Cobra to be exact. Augustus wasn't hesitant to use what little power he had to zap the snake onto the leady ground landing with a crunch as red and yellow started to ooze out from his fresh new wound. An action he would soon regret for he had drawn unwanted attention, from one he had his eye on previously, the one he was trying to be careful of, the one Augustus was going to hunt, the boar.

The once prey was now the hunter as it was coming straight towards Augustus Hunts!

Augustus' mind mixed and delivered near to nothing as he tried to think of his next move, how to create distance between them, how to get out of this situation and quickly because there wasn't time to think and at least Augustus knew this and his predicament.

He had to rely on his instants, the one thing he seemed to have intact... almost intact.

And his senses weren't at their best.

Augs went to dodge with no preparation of attacking and came crashing into a tree and with such a quick movement made his vision twirl and tumble over his footing before settling it on the ground as he felt his left leg strung like a hive of bee strings despite not landing against the tree, but it shocked Augustus as he tumbled over his legs, slightly struggling to gain his footing once again. His breathing got labour as he tried stabilising it and placing his hand over his chest he could feel his heart throbbing like hooves of horses running wild. Was it just him panicking, or the venom taking over, could Augustus Hunts let some venom get to his head that fast?

Or was this venom that fast to react?

Trying to adjust to Augustus's Hunt's surroundings he looked around, softly but swiftly to limit the amount of time with a clearer vision he was able to spot the Boar that had smashed into the tree Augustus was once by and near a Cobra nest. How had Augustus missed that? For good reasons the Cobra got angry and bit him, he was near their nest. And when he got close to their nest he didn't even have venom injected into his system, yet he didn't notice it, which he could have easily spotted and avoided but he didn't, and his injuries weren't to blame mainly, there were on the ment, not fully healed, but headed enough to go hunting, or so he thought. He was getting too reckless, too careless, too weak. What would the Red Stars think of him now?

Time was wasting the more Augustus dwelled on his past decisions, giving enough time for the Boar to spot their target again, giving no time for it to hide, for Augustus to hide. Augustus knew this at least. Just need to focus on the present steaks.

What would he do now?

Dodge again, try to run for it, or attack?

He had to think fast because now the Boar was on their way straight towards him again, and had no plans turning back.

Dodging would only give more time, and let the symptoms continue to spread, so Augs makes a quick final decision Augustus draws would little power he had stored in his body and prepares for an attack.

But how?

Augs wasn't as powerful as he once was, Augustus knew this, and he had near to no time to charge, what was he thinking? Is he even thinking? Or just letting his ego get the best of him, thinking he stands a chance against this wild boar ready to kill.

If he defeated this Boar maybe Henry would let him go out more, that was his whole reason for coming here, but if he failed this he would bring back nothing but a new snake bite, what would Henry think of that? He wouldn't be pleased, not one bit. Augustus would be dead returning with nothing and a snake bite. Whether he would be dead if he disobeyed Henry's rules, he already had dug himself a hole by the snake, that's why there's no going back now.

Augustus wasn't going back empty-handed.

He was going out without a fight.

Or not as something or someone pushed him aside, away from his catch, the catch he could have caught to prove his worth at this very moment, instead his back was pressed almost lightly against the tree, the lightest Augustus had been witness to, if this was even an attack. Trying to focus Augustus looked forward to see the one responsible, and despite his slightly distorted vision, he could pick out who this was.

Henry Moore.

It was only Henry Moore.

Henry Moore...?

"What were you thinking?!?"

Augustus could hear and see the anger and panic traced over his voice and face, over his now slightly distorted hearing and vision, and beating heartbeat running a marathon in his chest with no thread in sight, including the Boar, only the vemon. Where was the Boar?

The Boar that he had failed to catch, and now Augustus was pinned by the one he tried to impress, prove his worth with that Boar, has seen Augs worth crumble, Augustus was living the consequences of his action before him, and Henry Moore was mad... Wasn't he?

Henry Moore scanned Augustus subtly, not that Augustus wouldn't notice, or at least for a red star in his normal state but he didn't seem to be, as his breathing was laboured, his eyes unfocussed, not speaking, and as he struggled to keep right on his feet Henry Moore knew something was up. And it clicked in him what this could be, just be the symptoms alone. Henry More was familiar with these sighs, and that sent shivers through his bones as panic truly started to settle in.

He had failed Henry, he had his chance and he ruined it.

Henry Moore gently guided Augustus to the ground in hopes of helping as Augustus trembled, sliding down the tree.

Or did he, maybe he could just go back. Where was the Boar again?

"Where's the bite?" Henry asked loud enough and as gently as he could possibly be.

Augustus didn't answer.

Had the boar disappeared? Left maybe?

Blood dripped onto the leaves.

There was Hen's answer.

What kind of snake bite was this?

Henry rummaged through his pockets, panic flew the longer it took.

Where was he again?

"Come on... where is it..."

"How weak are you"

"There!" he whispered.

It's just the voices.

His mouth started to taste funny.

Was this all a dream?...

A needle poked Augustus's skin.

Augustus didn't realise.

He was weak, maybe this was a vision?

"This will hurt, bare with me..."

He didn't hear.

Some sign, some- Augustus jointed up, snapping back up in surprise as something needle-like poked his wound instantly activating his powers. Shooting the one responsible, the one helping him.

Henry Moore.

Augustus Hunt stared upon what he had caused, the man that he had zapped and left now lying on the leafy floor.

Was this just his mind, the blurry vision?

Or was his eyes not deceiving him, that Henry Moore now laid on the in front of him?

And he was responsible, once again...