The Hunt Chapter 8: The Creature

The dark creature observed the man of crows.
It then tipped its head to the right, trying to understand what is supposed to happen. Silent whispers came from its head: some were male, some were female. The weirdo twitched its eyes as it brought its head back. It then blinked a few times.

“Is that… no… it can’t be…”, said Byrd in an utter shock.
“What?”, queried Setuh in confusion.
“Impossible… Impossible!”, repeated Corbin, “I… I killed you! How the hell can you be alive?!”.

The creature didn’t properly say anything, yet it still quietly whispered. Intrigued and interested, it still looked at Corbin, who was in denial that Dynamo was resurrected, and snarled again. Cross that he had to waste more of his energy, Corbin gritted his teeth and held tightly onto his swords. His nose heavily puffed. His eyes filled with anger. His knees bent a little. And within a flash, he leaped towards the creature. The rematch has begun.

Corbeau swiped against his enemy, but was avoided without a pint of effort. He floored it down to the ground, but was kicked in the face.

The unknown creature backflipped a lot of times to separate itself from his reach. While doing this, a feather sword was thrown to its face, but was kicked high into the air and away. As soon as it was far, it shot numerous ice shards and fireballs, which were then deflected by Corbin. He retaliated by jumping towards the thing, trying to stab it. Within the first jab, the weapon was caught by its hands. The thing then melted the sword into a steaming, metal liquid.

It then shot a big, bellowing beam of thunder out of its right hand, sending the hunter towards another tree.

“Yaargh!”, spat Corbin in pain, falling to the floor.

The monstrosity teleported in front of him, and looked down on him. With great interest and serious rage, it observed his face's dubieties on its existence. Madly, Corbin got up and snapped. He punched, kicked, slapped, and jabbed the its face and chest, but he wasn't able to make it flinch. Soon, he tired himself out of his lashing-outs.

The thing then growled and strangled the hell out of its enemy. It carried him into the air, making sure that he doesn't try to escape. Corbin struggled to fight back by squeezing the creature's arms, but was overwhelmed by the pressure and force of its hands. And although he couldn't breathe, he called out to be saved.

"TRANSFORM!", he cried, wanting to be saved from this frightening stronghold.

There, he transformed into three smaller crows, which took flight from the beast's deadly grasp. And to spare more time, a couple more crows attacked its face, temporarily blinding it. The beast then grabbed the crows, knocked them out, and threw them against a few trees. As it turned around to find the three crows, it saw the murder of crows fluttering in the sky and cawing noisily as a steam train.

But, if you expected the creature to be horror-struck, then you're wrong. No, I mean it. You're truly wrong. The creature was not, indeed, afraid. In fact, it was mainly the opposite. The crows were afraid of what was about to come to them! Dismay and distress was injected into their eyes and brains. Bewildered by the creature's strength, none of them dared to fly forward. Some even whimpered in more cowardice than most.

As it took one step forward, the crows slightly glided to the back. As it took another step, the crows glided to the back again. More steps were taken, and the crows became bewildered as the laughs of hyenas.

In its right hand, a whip of water with dashes of lightning inside formed. In its left fist, a shape of fire was produced. And as they all beheld their worst nightmare, the crows squawked even louder than before. Their eyes widened. They all screamed at each other, knowing what shall happen to them if they don't fight back. And so, they all bolted towards the thing; it was a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake.

With his left hand out in front of him, the creature shot out a huge gust of fire in front of the crowd, killing about half of them. The other half - still afraid of its power - surrounded the creature, with one of them making an effort of diving towards it. Without remorse, it whipped and electrocuted each one of the attacking crows. While the fallen crows evaporated out of existence, the remaining crows panicked and turned into a gigantic crow.

A great haste loomed over the lone crow. It then dashed towards the thing with its beak on the front, hoping that it can kill it. The bloodshot eyes of both monsters became redder and redder. Faster did the crow dive downwards. Scarier became the creature while looking at its prey. The crow fell faster. Its talons clutched. The creature looked mad. It became madder. This was a one-shot opportunity. The bird closed its eyes and counted to 3 to feel a bit of peace.

1...
2...
3...

CRASH!

The thing held onto the giant's beak with one hand, and tipped its own head to the right. Like a dog's chew toy, it then swung the crow around with two hands together. At great speed, the twist became faster and faster. And with great might, the crow was thrown. It then crashed into a lot of trees, destroying every last one of them. The injured victim - now reverted to a simple humanoid - rolled onto the floor, unable to stand back up. The thing marched its way towards Corbin with its eyes focused on his.

Corbin crept back, back and back, until he reached a pit stop. He sweated. He sweated a lot more than he needed to. His mouth wobbled and waddled in terror. His head shook little by little. His hands and legs trembled like a minor. His heart skipped lots of beats. His other organs intensely legged about. There was no way that he can win against this foul thing.

"What... What are you?!", he whimpered.
"...".

Nothing was replied. Instead, inaudible whispers were heard. None of them were able to be understood and made sense of. The red-eyed horror eyed on the crow man, thinking about what to do next. In very few moments, roaring, cerulean flames appeared on its hands, which then closed.

Then, the horror thwacked the man's face. It struck, struck, and struck. It kept hitting further. It didn't stop. It wasn't even stopped. All it did was just punching the devil out of Corbin. Onto its fists, blood spilled out of the face, and splattered almost everywhere. It was all over for him...

Or was it?

The more the mysterious figure punched, the more transparent Corbin's body became. Before the finishing fists were made, Corbin faded out of existence.

...

This concluded the fight. The figure, who stared into space at the tree, won. But, it wasn't over yet. It sniffed more blood and flesh coming from behind it. Who could it be? More soldiers, ready to take their own lives? Animals?

No more questions should be asked. The figure turned around... only to find Byrd and Setuh struggling and standing. Horrified with what it had done, the two stared deeply at it.

"Lord Dynamo... This... This isn't you...", shivered Setuh.
"What the f**k has gotten into you?!", said a worried Byrd.

The thing stepped forward, while the two stepped back. Two ice swords formed in its frigid hands.

"Dynamo... Dynamo! STOP! This isn't you!", fearfully shrieked Setuh.

The beast ignored the demand, and raised its weapons.

"DYNAMO! IT'S US! YOUR COLLEAGUES! YOUR FRIENDS! ... Your... family...", said Byrd.

The beast didn't recognise them and was about to slice them off. Until...

It dropped its blades onto the ground. It suddenly found itself being... attacked? No. This was far less than being attacked. It was... a hug. It scanned to both of its sides, there being Byrd and Setuh sobbing down their tears.

"Please. Remember us. Dynamo. Our brother. Our big brother.", the two of them teared up.

The creature looked ahead and caught a glimpse of Dynamo's memories.

END of Chapter 8

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