《Just a Spark》Book 3 chapter 27
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Chapter 27
With a grunt, Jack sliced his axe in a powerful overhead strike that almost bisected the feral orc in front of him from its shoulder to its groin. The orc was forced to its knees and still not quite dead, the tough bastard. He let go of his axe and left it embedded in the orc before conjuring a short blade of light with his left hand and stabbing it into the orc’s forehead.
“Good kill!” A female hunter called over to him.
“Go fuck yourself!” Jack angrily responded with a snarl and a middle finger. She simply laughed in amusement and turned back to her own fight.
Soon enough, the fight was almost done.
A couple of days after they’d been informed of their selection for the job, team Meredith along with Cheryl and another team of highly ranked hunters had set off into the Dire Woods in search of Yggdrasil’s root or branch.
Jack and the rest of team Meredith certainly didn’t mind collaborating with most other hunter teams, they’d done it often enough in the past, though some teams had the occasional arsehole on them. Or they were entirely composed of them, but that was just life.
However, for this particular hunt, the guild wanted to keep the circle of trust as small as possible, hence why only team Meredith, Cheryl and one other particular team was present. This was actually a team that Jack had once had an unpleasant run in with. They were the same team that had apparently once worked for Eric Flamewrought and had been a part of the security response that attempted to prevent Jack from escaping the secret underground guild bunker a month or two ago. They were known as Duncan’s Raiders.
Instead of being punished or imprisoned, the Raiders had simply been put on ‘probation’ and told ‘not to do it again’. What the fuck. If they’d had their way, Jack would’ve been right back down on that operating table getting dissected or tortured or whatever Eric Flamewrought had planned. Though Flamewrought would’ve needed to do the deed himself since Jack had killed the doctor who was originally supposed to do it.
In any case, the team in question was made of five B rankers led by an A ranker. They were considered one of the top hunter teams in the country and actually considered celebrities in their own right with several high profile hunts under their belts and known for assisting Flamewrought in plenty of other hunts. They were also considered one of the guild’s ‘problem solver’ teams, travelling around the country, tackling difficult hunts that would’ve otherwise resulted in a high local hunter mortality rate. Though to Jack they seemed more like the guilds ‘fixers’. However, if they’d been arrested or charged in any criminal activity, the guild’s already shaky reputation would’ve taken a massive hit, so they basically got off scot-free.
Still, it frustrated Jack no end to see them again, especially that girl Sonya, her constant smirks and comments really pissed him off. He took out his frustrations on the last orc standing by putting as much force as he could into the next blow. He sliced straight through the snarling creature horizontally, cutting it into two pieces which flopped to the ground in a spray of blood and multicoloured mist. The two pieces of orc, jerked and spasmed with residual electricity running through them, blue arcs of lightning travelled between the two pieces and Jack’s axe.
“Wow Jack, nice. You know, I still remember when we met for the first time last year. You’d just killed a Needlejacket wasp with a brick and looked like you were struggling not to piss yourself,” Stacey remarked with a smile.
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“Ah, fond memories. But my bladder was fine, I was actually struggling not to vomit.” He smiled.
“Aww, are we sharing first time stories?” Sonya approached Jack from behind and draped an arm over his shoulder. He immediately shoved her off.
“Not with you, bitch.” He stepped away from her.
“Aw c’mon Jacky boy! Don’t be like that! How many times do I have to apologise?” she grinned mockingly. She took off her helmet and wiped her forehead of sweat, smirking at him and Stacey as they both glared at her. She stood a little taller than Jack and of a similar age, with a tanned face, pale blonde hair and green eyes. Her heavy plate armour was similar to the rest of her team, a mixture of metal and monster bone plate mail along with kevlar and monster scales. The enormous sword she wielded was the same one that had ripped through one of Jack’s conjured shields, looking like it was made of some sort of pure white metal.
“How many times do you think someone should apologise for trying to get another human being vivisected?” Jack asked in annoyance.
“Oh I don’t know, a couple of times?” She made it look like she was trying to think it through by scratching her chin.
“Sonia, leave him alone and stop antagonising the other team,” the team leader of Duncan’s raiders spoke up from where he was conversing with Cheryl and Meredith. Duncan, the leader of Duncan’s Raiders, was a rather morose, older man in his mid forties and an A rank hunter. When he’d met back up with Jack, he’d simply apologised and left it at that. All in all, the man actually seemed either perpetually depressed or just tired and sick of it all, when he’d apologised, Jack had actually been tempted to ask if he was doing okay. In fact, he’d gotten the same impression of the man when he’d been facing him down back in the guild blacksite.
The rest of Duncan’s raiders also made a point of apologising to Jack with a mixture of sincerity and insincerity. He told each and everyone of them barring Duncan to go fuck themselves.
“Alright, we’ll take a breather here for five minutes then we’ll head off again,” Cheryl told the assembled hunters.
Everyone agreed and wandered the small battlefield. During their trek through the Woods to their destination of the Dire Woods Tyrant’s territory, they’d been ambushed by a tribe of feral orcs. The creatures had been very tough and savage, but their weapons and ambush tactics were crude to say the least. However one orc, probably the chief, did possess a thick tree branch at the end of which was tied a large jagged fire crystal. The weapon spread fiery cinders with each wave but Cheryl mercilessly slaughtered the orc before it could do any damage with it. She grabbed the fire crystal and put it into a special container in her bag.
While everyone was grabbing a quick bite to eat or drink of water, Jack went through the battlefield and made sure to cultivate from his kills.
Soon enough, their break was over and they were back on their way.
It took them less than a day to get to the start of the Tyrant’s territory. It mirrored team Meredith’s first journey through the Woods when they’d travelled from the entrance rift to the temporary camp in a large cave months ago.
It was easy to recognise when they’d reached the Dire Woods Tyrant’s territory, the area they came upon looked like an angry giant had thrown a tantrum within it, an angry giant with giant claws. The area was strewn with broken stone, flattened ground and many of the massive trees that dominated the Woods had huge claw marks gouged into them. The area was also conspicuously quiet, the normal sounds of chirping, screeching, roaring, squawking and howling were noticeably absent. The silence was almost deafening in comparison, whenever a zone of utter quiet existed within the Dire Woods, it was always a sign that something terrible was in the area and that it was close by.
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The two teams led by Cheryl made their way through the territory of the monster known as the Dire Woods Tyrant. Few hunters and surveyors had ever seen the Tyrant in the flesh and those that had, often never survived the achievement. However, the surveyors and hunters that had managed to escape, often came back with confusing reports.
Each report generally came back conflicted, multiple surveyors each seemed to report different beasts as being the Tyrant. Giant bear monsters, lizards and snakes, huge ape-like creatures or insectoid horrors, there had been many reports of such monsters wandering the territory. At first it was thought that the Tyrant’s territory was simply filled with giant, high ranking monsters, but any follow-up investigations or hunts never found the same creature twice.
But one commonality between many of the surveyor and hunter teams reports, was that they were often attacked by an unknown and unseen assailant. Some sort of monster, though not gigantic like the others, would ambush any human that set foot in the territory and start killing them.
Despite the number of encounters with the creature, no one had ever caught a proper glimpse of it because it was too fast, no one could agree on what it looked like. After a while, upper command began to believe that the Dire Woods Tyrant wasn’t one of the various gigantic near titan-like beasts that roamed the territory, but that it might very well be the smaller monster that always seemed to be there, ambushing and preying upon any human that set foot in there.
After several hours of roaming the Tyrants territory, Cheryl began to show signs of discomfort. Her face was scrunched up in a deep frown, she gritted her teeth and was practically growling. This had been going on for a while and was getting progressively worse, this was very unlike her, normally she was ice cold, but right now looked uncomfortable and frustrated for some reason. She reached out to one of the trees and slashed it with her gauntlets as she passed, growling in frustration, leaving deep claw marks in the bark.
“What's wrong aunty?” Meredith finally spoke up, the only one brave enough to do so. Everyone else had been watching her in concern but not daring to speak up, even the dour Duncan was staying away as they walked.
“Grr, can’t any of you feel that?” Cheryl growled out as she flexed her hands.
“Feel what?” Duncan cautiously asked with a frown.
“That…that….pulsing, that chiming ringing pulse, I can feel it in my bones, getting stronger and stronger,” she said with gritted teeth.
Jack cocked his head in confusion, a chiming ringing pulse? He couldn’t feel anything. What was she talking about? Was Cheryl finally having a mental breakdown?
“Um, I don't think so?” Meredith answered cautiously, looking around at the rest of the hunters. Everybody else just looked back at her helplessly, shaking their heads and shrugging their shoulders.
Cheryl clawed the tree again with a snarl before stomping off to continue the march. “Let's keep going, we’re not far now.”
Everyone shared more looks of confusion but did as they were told.
They followed an increasingly frustrated Cheryl for a couple more hours before they came to a large glade, it was a massive open clearing in the forest with several large boulders scattered around. Surrounding the glade along its perimeter, were bones, huge bones belonging to great beasts; fanged skulls, ribcages, great clawed boney paws, legs and arms. Many of the bones were as large as entire buildings, it was like an elephant graveyard, though much larger. Swirling around the glade, multicoloured light and vapour, which had recently come to be known as essence, danced around like morning mist in a breeze.
Cheryl pushed her way through the brush and stepped into the glade, taking a deep breath as she did so. She looked around for a moment before her head snapped to the front and her eyes focussed on something at the far end of the glade. Everyone followed her gaze.
There, at the far end of the glade about a hundred metres in the distance, perched upon a giant boulder the size of a house, was some sort of creature.
It looked to be humanoid in shape and size, but the way it squatted and was hunched over on the boulder was more reminiscent of a primeape, with its knuckles resting on the stone. It was slim, bordering on skinny with most of its body possessing a dark colouring, its arms ended in large lethal looking claws that seemed almost too large for the rest of its body. Its head looked like that of a bat, with huge ears on either side of its head, a flattened nose, a mouth full of fangs and large blood red pupiless eyes. Behind it, a long slim tail rose straight up into the air, the tail seemed to end in a strange rounded fleshy growth about the size of a football, the creature seemed to be doing something strange with it.
Jack could sort of feel something now. It had the growth at the end of its tail raised straight up into the air, the tail and the growth seemed to be vibrating, a strange hazy distortion in the air was drifting outwards from it. Jack could sort of feel it, like a strange compulsion to approach the creature, a strange pulse he could feel in his whole body, right down to his bones, just like Cheryl said. Though it seemed Cheryl could feel it even more strongly, she’d even been feeling it long before they got to the glade. Was this the Dire Woods Tyrant? Was this how it attracted its prey?
It was watching them, not moving except for its tail.
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“Jack,” Cheryl said through gritted teeth, not taking her eyes off the creature before them.
“Ye - yeah?” he stammered nervously. This was not your run of the mill monster, for all its unimposing size, it seemed even more dangerous than anything Jack had ever seen.
“I need you to take out everything you’ve got from that pouch of steel marbles and throw everything you have in one go,” she instructed him firmly but quietly, still not taking her eyes off the creature.
“....er-?” He hesitated.
“Jack! Now!” she hissed.
The creature began to rise from its squat, though it seemed in no hurry, its large mouth seemed to morph into a wide tooth filled grin.
Jack fumbled at first but then quickly withdrew a large fistful of a couple dozen steel marbles. He set up the strongest electromagnetic field of propulsion he could, took aim and threw.
With a great crack snap of displaced air and sour ozone scent, the payload shot forward faster than the eye could see. Faint blue lightning arcs trailed behind the ammunition.
Everything else he could think of would’ve been rendered down to bloody chunks by such an attack, but unbelievably, the creature dodged! It reacted rapidly and leapt to the side, one instant it was there and the next it was halfway across the glade to the side and sprinting towards them on all fours. Behind it, the stone boulder it had been sitting on, exploded into splinters.
“Scatter!!” Cheryl cried before running forwards to meet the creature.
Everyone did as they were told and watched as Cheryl and the Tyrant covered the dozens of metres separating them in the blink of an eye. The creature moved like a dancing chimpanzee, completely ferocious and brutally strong, but at the same time, extraordinarily fast and graceful. It attacked with its oversized clawed hands and it turned out the fleshy orb at the tip of its long tail held some sort of retractable bone blade inside, which used in conjunction with its claws to become a whirlwind of death.
Cheryl met it blow for blow, hand to hand, with her armour and conjured ice, but she wasn’t having it all her own way. This was the first time Jack had ever seen her struggle with an opponent. He channelled some lightning into his brain so that he could keep up with the fight. He didn’t know how he and the others were going to be of help here.
Both Cheryl and the Tyrant were in a stalemate, at first neither one could get the edge on the other, both were matching each other in a flurry of blows that were almost too fast for the eye to see. But a disruption came when the creature suddenly sent a lightning fast claw straight through Cheryl's left arm, severing it, she screamed in pain and staggered backwards, her severed arm dropping to the ground next to her.
Before it could finish her off, Duncan rushed in and attacked it with his massive axe, the creature was forced to dodge. It snarled in fury and turned its attention on Duncan, attacking in a flurry of blows, Duncan used his axe to block the attacks and calmly backed off, though from the way he staggered and grunted, the attacks were overpowering him. The others from the Raiders also rushed in to back him up while Cheryl caught her breath.
Unfortunately, as far as the Tyrant was concerned, Duncan’s raiders were just fodder. It smoothly speared one of the raiders through their chest with its tail and then threw them into one of the others before eviscerating another one with its claws in quick succession.
Jack and the rest of team Meredith shared a look before grimly nodding and rushing in. It was chaos, everyone still standing tried to surround the Tyrant and attack all at once, but it was too fast and agile, it simply danced through them or leapt over their heads, sporadically attacking, never to kill but only ever wounding. It was playing with them.
Jack caught a claw strike aimed for his face on the flat of his axe blade which still had him dropping to his knees from the force of the blow. The monster danced away from him and lashed out with its tail to trip up Noah and leapt onto him to finish the job. It plunged its claws into Noah who screamed in pain. A blast of fire from Nate caught it in the side and forced it scrambling away before it could claw Noah to death.
Jack knew he wasn’t going to get any kind of killing blow in with his axe or spear, the Tyrant was too fast, so he took out his chain and waited for an opportunity. Meanwhile, Cheryl was standing once more and was somehow back in the fight, she, Stacey, and Meredith seemed to be the only ones fast enough to keep up with the beast while Duncan and Sonya backed them up.
A quick strike from one of the beast’s claws sent Stacey stumbling back with deep bloody gashes gouged into her breastplate, Nate stepped in to take her place. Jack circled the tight melee, observing the whirlwind of blades, waiting for his chance.
A double kick from the Tyrant sent Sonya flying out of the fight, that was enough for Duncan who with a sudden roar, dropped his weapon and managed to grasp the Tyrant in a bear hug from behind. He enveloped the creature with his armoured bulk, the creature struggled letting out alien sounding squarks. It then straightened up and twisted its whole torso around to face Duncan before opening its huge mouth and chomping down up Duncan’s shoulder, biting straight through his thick armour, spurts of blood rose out from the deformed and splintered plate. Duncan grunted and wheezed but held on grimly, but it looked like the Tyrant was about to overpower him and break free.
It was then that Jack stepped in with his black chain, he looped it around the Tyrant's head several times and just ejected the entirety of his lightning core into the chain.
The Tyrants shrieks and squarks were suddenly cut off, replaced with a sickening crunch, its head crushed like a ball of paper. The beast hung limply in Duncan’s arms for a few moments before he dropped it to the ground with a grunt, falling to his knees alongside it. Jack also found himself falling to his knees, the sudden and rapid draining of his core felt like all the strength had just been drained from his body, all his energy was gone in an instant.
Meredith rushed over to Cheryl, who was also on her knees, she dragged her helmet off. She looked very pale as she gasped in pain. However she looked over to Jack.
“Jack, attune it, don’t let it dissipate!” she gasped as Meredith fussed over her.
Jack nodded shakily, the world still spinning around him and clumsily grabbed the beast to attune it, really hoping that this actually was the Tyrant and not some random monster before they found the real thing. He finished it as quickly as he could before unsteadily standing up to check on the others.
Looking around, he saw a few of Duncan’s Raiders looking down mournfully at two of their own, lying still on the ground.
He also saw Stacey and Noah were still on the ground. He rushed over to Stacey first, her eyes were open and she was awake thankfully. Meredith was carefully removing her breastplate while a pale faced Cheryl looked on with concern. When the remnants of the armour were removed, they could see four parallel claw marks carved deep into her chest. They were bleeding but not too heavily, a wound like that would kill a normal person but not a strong cultivator like Stacey. The wounds already looked like they were clotting with the blood loss slowing down, though she winced in pain.
“Urgh…I’m fine, go check on Noah,” she wheezed out.
Noah was significantly worse off. The Tyrant had stabbed its claws straight through his sternum, but he was still alive, barely. However, a tearful Katie sniffed and looked up helplessly.
“The bleeding won’t stop!….I think his heart and lungs were damaged, he can’t breathe properly.” She sobbed.
“Move aside,” Cheryl commanded and dropped heavily to her knees next to Noah. Without ceremony, she put her remaining hand straight into Noah’s chest cavity, he wheezed and gasped in pain.
“What are you doing?!” Katie objected but Jack held her back from trying to stop Cheryl.
Nothing happened for a moment, it simply looked like Cheryl had just dug her hand into Noah’s chest and was leaving it there. But after a few moments, Noah’s breathing got easier, he started wheezing less and the pained look on his face faded. Cheryl held her hand inside his chest for several more minutes before slowly pulling it out. Noah looked significantly better, or at least he no longer looked like he was at death’s door.
“What did you do?” Katie asked in amazement.
“Manipulated his blood flow…made sure it stopped escaping from the tears in his heart and lungs and gave the organs time for the tissue to heal closed before he bled to death. Though he’ll still need to go to the hospital….I think most of us do,” Cheryl said, standing up and looking around tiredly.
As well as Cheryl, Stacey, Noah and two of the Raiders, everyone was injured in some way. Jack himself had a terrible gash across his face where the beast had sent a claw into the faceplate of his helmet. The helmet was totalled but it seemed to have saved him from the worst of it, he could feel only light cuts running through his face which probably wouldn’t even scar, they just bled a lot and probably looked worse than they really were.
Though team Meredith managed to get away casualty free, just barely, Duncan’s Raiders weren’t so lucky, two of their number didn’t make it. One of them had been stabbed through the heart by the Tyrant’s bladed tail and the other had been eviscerated with its claws. The Raiders stood over their fallen companions, paying their respects.
Cheryl stood amongst them all, looking pale and sweaty, she carried her severed left arm in her other. Jack went up to her.
“Are you okay Cheryl? Do you think they’ll be able to reattach it?” he asked in concern.
She let out a snort. “Hmph, doubt it, it wasn’t a clean cut. The tissue is too damaged and shredded, there’s a limit to what our healing abilities are capable of, even when combined with modern medicine,” she told him grimly. “I just don’t want to abandon the armour, this stuff cost me a fortune you know.” She gave him a mirthless grin.
Their conversation was interrupted by Duncan. “Errant? Would you be willing to do me a favour?” he asked in a deep voice.
“What is it?” Jack responded cautiously.
“Would you……please attune William and Sasha? I would like to be able to return their bodies to their families for a proper burial, I don’t want to let this place have them,” he said sadly.
“Oh…” Jack looked over to the two fallen hunters of Duncan’s Raiders, William and Sasha were their names then? He’d certainly had his disagreements with the Raiders in the past, but he could put that aside for something like this he supposed. “Alright then, I’ll do it now.”
He walked over to the two dead hunters and began attuning them. He’d never had to attune an actual human corpse before, it didn’t feel any different from a monster or animal corpse, which in itself was strange enough.
When he was done a minute later, the remaining Raiders looked at him with a mixture of sadness and gratitude.
Jack walked back over to the slain Tyrant, Cheryl was crouching over it, examining its tail. Meredith joined her whilst supporting Stacey. Eventually, the rest of the surviving hunters also wandered over.
“Fuck! I don’t think I’ve fought something like that before, I could barely even keep track of it!” Sonya exclaimed.
“Me neither, we should be dead,” Stacey added, rubbing her chest painfully.
“Thank Errant here, he provided the blow that killed it,” Duncan said morosely.
Jack shrugged. “Thank my smith, Gary. He’s the guy that made the weapon that killed this thing. This chain has really come in handy in the past.”
Cheryl reached down and prodded the end of the tail before picking it up and examining it. It was a large fleshy growth with strange lumps and veins visible under the skin and it had small wispy hairs covering it. When Cheryl prodded it, the bone blade which was retracted before, suddenly slid out.
“Couldn’t any of you feel it?” she asked them, looking up from the Tyrant.
“Feel what?” Sonya replied.
“That thing it was doing, that chiming pulse it was sending through the air with its tail somehow, like a call or a compulsion, it felt like something crawling under my skin and squirming through my flesh. Like I had to come here no matter what…like…urgh, I don’t know…” Cheryl trailed off in frustration.
Everyone shrugged and said they hadn’t felt anything of the sort, though Jack thought he had, very slightly felt something though he couldn’t be sure. He hesitated before speaking up however.
“Well whatever, I think now we know what happened to all the other monsters that wandered into this place. I wonder if they felt the same compulsion to come here as I did,” Cheryl said thoughtfully, looking around at the huge monster bones that surrounded them. “Nevermind, we’ll continue on for now, someone pick that thing up, we’ll take it with us. We still need to find that Yggdrasil outcropping.”
She set off once more with everyone else following her, Sonya and Meredith carried the corpse of the Dire Woods Tyrant between them. Now that it had stopped moving with unbelievable swiftness, Jack could see it wasn’t even that large. It was perhaps a little under two metres tall, but it was also very slim, so it couldn’t weigh that much judging by how easy Sonya and Meredith seemed to find carrying it. Though despite its size and weight, it was still unnaturally strong and fast. It was the first creature Jack had ever seen go toe to toe with Cheryl and come out on top.
Jack awkwardly hobbled a bit faster to walk next to her. “You know if we have to fight something like that again we’re completely fucked don’t you? In fact it probably wouldn't take much more than a couple of goblins to kill me right now,” he told her half seriously.
She snorted in amusement. “I know….I’m not feeling too great either, I’m afraid.” She smiled weakly.
He looked at her arm. “Does it hurt?” he asked in concern.
She shook her head. “No, I cut off the blood flow to it and then took some painkillers, I’m good. Don’t know how much use I’m going to be in the next few fights though, with only one arm…” Cheryl sighed.
“Even with one arm, you were still able to go up against a….a what…an A plus class monster? That's a hell of a lot better than what most other hunters will ever be capable of. I wouldn’t worry about combat potential if I were you. Besides, maybe you could just conjure a new arm made out of water or ice or even blood, then use that in battle,” Jack said, trying to make her feel better.
She looked thoughtful for a few moments. “A new arm made of blood or water huh? That's not a terrible idea.” A few moments later, wisps of water manifested and coalesced around her before slowly forming into the vague shape of an arm at her left side. The limb continued taking shape until it looked like a decent approximation of a left arm, though made of water. She straightened and flexed the limb before it suddenly all turned to glittering white ice, she moved the now frozen limb with a series of cracks, the fingertips turned to long, wickedly sharp looking claws almost a foot in length.
She turned back to Jack. “This could work.”
He smiled back at her nervously.
The group continued walking through the glade until they reached the tree line. Masses of giant bones were scattered throughout the section of the forest they found themselves in, some of the bones looked to be from some truly gigantic beasts. All supposedly lured to the Tyrant’s territory before being killed. After several minutes of walking, the trail they were on seemed to slope upwards, another several minutes later they came to the end of the line.
They emerged from the trees onto barren rocky ground at the edge of a cliff, for the first time that they’d set foot within the Dire Woods, they could see the sky.
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