[Jacob]

Blinking the Orkhid realised he was still alive. He thanked the Gods that the Hunters had been dispatched and that he had lived to fight on...although, from the look of his injuries his Elai was somewhat damaged. Slowly he lifted his head up, just in time to see a young Mudokon disappear into the woods. Groaning he rested his head back down on the soft soil and leaves that acted as cusions and relaxed. As he looked up, up into the branches and deep into the sky that was of a orange colour (As it was dawn.) he realised that he still had Spider to take care of. Growling the Orkhid pulled himself up, his chest was grazed and marked by his fall. Ruffling his hair small bits of debris dropped out and drifted back to the ground. Turning Tobias saw the Hunters strewn on the earth.

Tobias: "Heh...serves you f*ckers right."

He then slowly made his way towards the village of Pyke, wincing in pain as his injuries gradually worsened.


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Its head turned to face the direction of the Orkhid fiend. It had beaten it to the ground, shattering its jaw and making a mockery of the Hunter race. Raising its left paw the Hunter looked at the destroyed stunning weapon.

Hunter: "Deskolias. Deskolias Tobias ich."

Its arm flopped to the ground, it was in a weakened state and its armour was ripped apart. It stared up into the orange sky and realised something had to be done...something vengeful. Rolling over on its side the Hunter had managed to push itself up onto all fours and then slowly stagger to its feet. It stumbled forwards and landed on its knees, staining the shiny, silver metal with a vile browny-green colour. The entire world seemed to be spinning and the Hunter could not halt this...instead it just sat there...waiting for it all to halt. Finally it did and when this happened the creature once again climbed to its feet, like a Fawn freshly born, and headed towards Pyke...sniffing the air to keep it on track of its new plan for vengence.

(OOC: Dooby Doo, i wanna be like yo-oo-oou. I wanna walk like you, talk like you...ohhh-oohhohhh...etc etc.)