The cavalry charging in[Izix]

John opened his eyes after a few moments of nothing. He saw the monstrous face of the creature staring back at him. It looked confused. Why had the creature not attacked him yet? It was at that moment that he spotted half a dozen arrowheads poking out from the creatures chest, blood flowing in small streams from the wounds. The monster toppled a few seconds later with a loud thud. John, still looking forward, spotted a girl around his age with a bow aimed at the creature. She walked forward, kicking the monster against its fat neck, and when she had made sure she heard a loud crack, she slightly relaxed.

John could not help but admire the girl. She was tall and slender, with bronzed skin, but despite her figure, had a well defined chest. John’s history of watching porn estimated them to be a small C-cup. A dark green cloak was draped over her shoulders kept in place by a small arrow-shaped pin in front of her throat. Around her wrists she wore dark leather bracers, the garment leaving her hands completely free. A quiver was placed on her hip, a dense pack of arrows visible within. Her thighs were thick, giving a good indication of what her ass would look like hidden within her cloak. Her feet clad in what looked like leather boots, reaching halfway up her legs, flowing around them naturally.

A loud “Ahem” sounded from his saviour, drawing John’s eyes directly back to her face, her moss green eyes captivating him for a moment as well as her auburn hair tied neatly into a ponytail behind her head. “Did you call this hunt?” she asked him directly.

John struggled to find his words, not having had much experience talking to girls, let alone ones as good looking as this one. So instead, he just nodded.

“Okay, then if you are quite done ogling me, we should get out of here,” she stated with a mirthful wink. As the girl turned around, her cloak fluttered up, revealing that the girl indeed had a very ample backside.

John felt flustered about being called out on his perving. When he realized he did not even know her name, he cast Observe on her..

“Cynthia! Wait up!” he called after her, causing the girl to pause her steps for a second, then with a wave of her hand, she continued on her path. As John dashed to catch up to her, he could hear the loud, thundering sound of hooves mixed with the sound of war horns. He saw one of the monsters run away from a group of people riding on the back of what looked like stags. The man riding in front yelled loudly: “All who stand in the way of the Wild Hunt shall fall beneath her hooves!”

Moments later they caught up to it, stabbing at it with their weapons as they rode by, cheering as one of them managed to pierce its neck, the creature collapsing onto the forest floor into a growing pool of its own blood. The group of riders thundered onwards, blowing their horns as they disappeared into the distance.

As Cynthia led John further, he saw a few of the monsters lying dead on the forest floor. Some felled by arrows, others lay dead amidst a track of hooves with deep cuts on their arms and neck, a broken spear shaft sticking out of one’s back. The sound of battle was all around them. Even with the fast pace, John dared not to leave Cynthia’s side. However, he had not fully recovered from the chase, and a few moments later, he coughed loudly, clearing his throat to ask something. Cynthia looked at him. “Yes?”

“Can we maybe slow down just a little? Those things chased me for quite a while,” he requested. His face red from the effort to keep up with her.

“Oh, sure! Not used to people being slower than me,” Cynthia said with a slightly embarrassed smile, her pace slowing enough so that John could walk next to her without having to break into a run every few steps.

After roughly ten minutes of walking in silence, they arrived at the spot where John had fought the boar and later had run away from the mage. The place had turned into a complete mess: arrows sticking out of trees and bushes still smoldering as some trees were in the middle of decomposing. In the middle of the battlefield, four people were standing over the corpse of the mage. A youthful, red-haired man accompanied by an older, scarred woman carrying a blunderbuss on one side, a tall, broad-shouldered man and a woman wearing the same type of cloak as Cynthia on the other.

As John and Cynthia approached, they could hear the four of them talking. Out of curiosity, John cast Observe on the four of them. Getting an extra pop up after inspecting the red-haired woman.

‘Ok. That is more information than I wanted!’ John thought as he saw just how personal his maximized observe had become.

“We did not call this hunt, Gus. We heard the call and we came here, just like you. We were unaware a barrier even existed here! It’s too close to the edge of the forest, what fool would risk the wrath of Gaia like this!?” Arnold spoke in a gruff voice.

Gus growled as he stomped the butt of his spear onto the ground. “Then who would call us here? That Cabalist? Since when do they have the ability to call a hunt?” He brushed a few strands of red hair from his face.

“Just be patient for one time in your life, Gus. I have sent my daughter to find the cause of this all,” Miranda said in a clearly tired tone, squeezing the bridge of her nose as she looked around. When she spotted Cynthia walking towards them with a stranger in tow, she asked her: “This is the one who called us here?”

“Yes. This is... wait. Who were you again?” Cynthia asked as she looked at John.