Although having Evans' help would have speed up the investigation on the elder dragon, they also knew that rest is important to be at your best for a tough hunt, be it a person or a monster. So Astera had to compromise- find the elder dragon first and then see where it goes from there. " Alright team! we all no the goal of pursuing teostra. Lets make it interesting. First to find it gets the bragging rights that comes with it!" In the elder recess, Grace addresses her team before dashing off into the monster infested environment, her palico swooped up in the process.
Watching their team leader for the mission play around, Jonas pinches the bridge of his nose. Normally, he would have been with his other teammates, but Zephyr had gotten sick and Elise was visiting her folks. On top of that, the commander himself chose him to be on this mission thanks to his great eyesight, for scout potential he said. An armored hand suddenly land on Jonas' shoulder, startling out of his thoughts.
"Dawn your weapon comrade, for by dusk, the beast shall FALL!" The passion could be heard from these few words of the huntsman. He knows that it has been sometime since he had been on the field, with his most recent being the tussle with Nergigante in the first seige. But this was different. The flaming emperor has finally shown its self after so long. The dents in his armor still press against the huntsman slightly, as if taunting him of that day. As the huntsman walked off, Jonas had only one thought: 'These people must be drunk on dash juice. not even Elise would get this fired up.' Yet he still grabbed his gear as he strived to catch up with the others.
And thus began the party's combing of the Elder's recess. Grace was fending off vespoids, shooting them down one by one with her arrows, as her palico mittens was trying to pry itself off of the floor in order to grab a cool drink, matted, sweaty fur greatly impeding its progress. Jonas scaled the crystal like cliffside, hoping to get a higher vantage point to locate any abnormalities within the area. As for the huntsman, his blade sung as he fought with an uragaan that had blocked his path.
The two combatants circle each other, neither faltering under the pressure of the other. The Uragaan then curled up, barreling towards the armored human. The huntsman sheathed his longsword as he took on a lower stance, his hand fastened around the hilt. As the brute wyvern drew near, The huntsman's spirit began to condense. The weight of his will was so viscous, that the uragaan had slowed for only a moment. Yet that was all the time the huntsman ever needed. Leaning forward, the huntsman unsheathes his blade, the weapon tearing through the air. His feet slide across the ground as his body rotates when the weapon meets its mark.
The Wyvern cries out in pain as its tail separates from its body. The tail soon hits the ground, the weight sending dust flying. But the huntsman was not done yet. Sword now held in the Liechtenauer ox stance, the huntsman plunges the blade into the side of the explosive roly-poly. Using it as a foothold, the longsword hunter takes to the air, positioning the weapon for the decisive blow. The blade pierces straight through the neck, the sharpened tool hitting the ground along with a newly made corpse. Now finished with the hunt, the huntsman wiped of the blood dripping on the blade.
Clapping could be heard while the huntsman was using a whetstone for his newly cleaned tool. "Wow that was amazing! really highlights what makes you unique with your weapon." "Every swing of my blade tells the tale of my life. Should I ever falter, then my story is not yet solidified." The huntsman stores his whetstone as he turns to face Grace. " Well, lucky for you, I have found solid proof of Teostra having been here." She opens her palm to reveal red fur, the heat still slightly emanating from it . "Unfortunately, still no sightings of teostra." At that moment, Jonas had appeared, bowgun still smoking from probably his latest shot.
" I have found a possible lead. However, we will need that palico of yours as our source will be the gajalaka." "Well then what are we waiting for!?" Grace grabs mittens under the arms as he is hoisted into the air thanks to his overenergetic partner. Mittens flails his arms in an attempt to escape Grace's grasp as she says "Onward!"
By nightfall, three people and one felyne arrive at the supposed campsite of the gajalaka, a warrior race of grimalkyne. And they were not disappointed. A circle of gajalaka surround two others as they wrestle to prove their strength. Excited cheers erupt from the gaja ring as one of the fighters pins down their opponent. "It seems as though we had arrived during one of their ritualistic spars." A slight smile could be seen on Jonas face, as the fighting Gajalakas remind him of when his teammates would argue. Although it was annoying, it was still great entertainment during longer hunts.
Seems like the gajalaka were not as distracted as he thought however, for most immediately turned at the sound of his voice. The others then informed the distracted tribemates and by then, the whole tribe was looking at them. "Could you have at least kept that comment in your head?" Grace asked in exasperation as the horde of Gajalaka rapidly approached, spears in hand.