Written on a lark with a fellow hunter. Rated T for violence and slight language. I do not own Monster Hunter.
The desert was silent, save for the occasional dry rustle of hot wind against sandy hills. Only a few sparse dunes broke up the monotony of the arid plane. Near the center of this plain was a large jutting stone formation, a crag where buzzards might take roost before feasting on an unfortunate victim of the merciless sun. It was at the very top of this crag that Sigurd scanned the desert for his prey.
His legs ached from the half crouch the spire demanded so he could keep his balance and the sun was baking him in his scaled armor. Taking the binoculars from his face he plucked a Cold Drink from his pouch and quickly downed it, sighing as the liquid sent a chill down his spine.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead he brought the binoculars to focus on the bait once again. The dead Kelbi, only a few meters away, lay for what seemed like days although it had only been a few hours.
"Hey! Sigurd!" Called a voice from below. "Anything yet?"
He looked down at the two hunters who were positioned in the shade of the formation to avoid detection from their prey. Through the binoculars he could see the trainees as vividly as if they were a few feet away from him.
The female who had called him, was a young, headstrong, reckless little thing. Be that as it was she was nigh untouchable when her steel twin blades met a foe. Her armor complimented her style, but while it was easy to move around in the leather plates offered very little protection.
"Nothing yet Cassandra," He called back, eliciting a groan from the female. "Have patience, hunts can usually last for weeks on end. We've only been here for half a day."
"But I'm boooored," Whined Cassandra. "Can't we kill some Apceros? I'm sure it would be better than having one tiny Kelbi, and I heard they flourish in the oases around this area."
Before Sigurd could scold her about the necessities of killing, a steel gauntlet landed on the girl's thin shoulder. The other hunter who had previously been staring holes in the sand stood to address her.
"We can't go, because if we do Sigurd will be here all alone," He drawled. "And if he's here all alone then he has a higher chance of getting killed. If we stick together then we can finish the contract easier than if Sigurd was here by himself, I think."
Cassandra heaved a sigh, rolled her eyes, and leaned back against the spire with her arms crossed.
"Whatever, Bright…" She grumbled.
The second hunter simply shrugged and resumed staring at the sand as if there had been no interruption. Sigurd didn't know the armor encased hunters real name only his nickname, Bright. The name stuck from the Hunting Academy because of the ponderously slow manner in which he spoke, the dazes he would often fall into and his hulking size, which his peers mistook as the signs of a brutish idiot.
Sigurd glanced at the large bone lance harnessed to his back from above and whistled softly, impressed. He himself had attempted to master the lance as was required but the academy. For him the lance was unwieldy and he lacked the kind of focus required to chip away at a target little by little. Not to mention the shield, which threw off his aim aiming with its sheer weight.
To be a lancer one needed strength, balance and a certain calm that the newer hunters seemed to be lacking these days. In addition to having all these qualities at such a young age, Bright was also an exceptional tracker.
Returning to his vigil the trainer frowned at a black smudge in the distance and looked through his binoculars. Sigurd's heart rate immediately picked up. A giant black fin sliced through the sands heading purposefully in their direction. He dropped a loose stone to get the other hunters attention and gestured for them to get into position.
Silently, Bright and Cassandra both moved as closed to the edge of the shade as they dared, ready to spring out at a moments notice. Sigurd himself pulled a sonic bomb from his pouch and placed it next to his foot. He glanced at the horizon again and grinned. It was so close now that he could see it without the binoculars. Sigurd gripped the folded Arbalest on his back and swung it out, connecting the two halves with a loud click!
The cannon was particularly modified to Sigurd's gunning style, which was to make as big a hole as possible while still retaining mobility. The glare from the metal barrel wouldn't let him use it's scope but he hardly needed it. He would have a clear shot.
Sigurd could hear the sand hissing in the wake of the creatures black fin. He plotted a vague arc in his head and when it was only a few feet from the dead Kelbi, he punted the sonic bomb.
"Brace yourselves!"
A screech pierced the air as the bomb detonated directly in front of the beast. The Cephadrome burst from the ground in a geyser of sand, emitting a pained shriek. Bright spun out from behind the crag, lowered his lance, and charged in. The beast crashed onto the sand and was almost immediately pierced in the side. Startled by the sudden pain the sand shark flailed and whipped its body around in a blind attempt to strike the offender.
Cassandra sprinted toward the fallen monster while Bright hopped back, narrowly avoiding a tail to the chest. With all the grace and swiftness of a dancer, the female hunter flowed around the thrashing beast, it's thick scaled hide accumulating more gashes with each passing second. Suddenly the Cephadrome ceased its thrashing and flopped onto its stomach where it slithered toward the base of the crag and regained its footing.
It was easily as tall as two men from hip to foot, and as long as five. The Cephadrome's arrow shaped head swiveled from the neck, beady black eyes searching for the enemy. Bright charged once again with Cassandra shadowing him as the beast snapped its head in their direction. Turning to face them, the monster reared back and shot a blast of sand that could strip flesh from bone.
Bright skidded to a stop and brought his shield up just in time for the impact of the projectile to push him back a few feet. Cassandra darted out from behind him and barely ducked under the monsters broad tail as it swung in an attempt to bat her back.
Just as she began slicing into its thick thigh, a blast nearly rocked the Cephadrome off of its feet. Sigurd aimed and fired another Cluster Shot from the cannon, staggering it once again. Before he could eject the spent shells the monster slammed the spire with a hip check.
Sigurd hastily attempted to keep his balance as the cracking formation tilted backwards slowly. His stomach did flips when he felt the momentum suddenly pick up, feet leaving the stone for the barest of seconds. Instinct suddenly kicked in and he kicked away mere seconds before the stone hit ground.
Sigurd watched a curiously inverted Bright nail the Cephadrome with a paintball as it speared through the air and dove back into the sands.
A thunderous crash echoed around the desert as the stone spire struck the ground, sending a billowing cloud of grit everywhere. Sigurd landed on his back roughly, bounced and rolled a bit before coming to a rest. A quick mental inventory informed him that he was bruised but otherwise okay. Shakily regaining his footing, Sigurd stared at the fallen monolith.
"So strong…"
His daze was broken as Cassandra came laughing to his side, followed by Bright who also had a smile on his wide face. Both their eyes glowed with the excitement of battle.
"That was insane!" Cassandra exclaimed, gesturing wildly. "Bright was all stab, stab, stab! And you were all Kaboom! And did you see how I ran in and-" she swung her swords but a look from Sigurd made he sheathe them. She continued undaunted.
"And it still didn't go down! How do you think they do more dangerous hunts than this alone?"
"They? You mean the Royals right?" Bright inquired.
"Well you have to remember that most of the Royals were trained outside of the Academy and Guild territory. For them hunting isn't just a job, it's a way of life. 'By Our blades, the hunters become the hunted,'" Sigurd said, quoting the Guild motto. "As for normal day-to-day hunters like us, we'll just have to work together."
Bright produced a map and sniffed the air as a breeze blew in their direction. Cassandra took the time to sharpen her blades and Sigurd carefully reloaded his Arbalest. A short while later Bright pointed to a spot on the map.
"There's an oasis about a half mile from here, inside of a gorge. I think it went in that direction. If we go now, we can finish the quest before nightfall."
Sigurd nodded slowly, checked the bandolier slung across his chest and placed a hand on his Arbalest, finding reassurance in the worn wood.
Cassandra tightened a strap on her leather armor and jumped in place like a fighter preparing for the finale.
Bright stared in the direction of the gorge and their prey, a far away look in his eyes.
Without another word Sigurd took off towards the gorge, ready to bring the hunt to a close.
The bottom of the ravine was cool, shaded and surrounded by dark rocky walls. The dim strip of sky overhead seemed very far away in the dank place. The sandy slope that served as the only entrance doubled as the only exit as well. A clean oasis pooled at the far side of the wide gorge. It was in the center of all this that the Cephadrome slept, recuperating after it's hasty retreat.
Sigurd lead the trainees as they silently made their way inside the gorge. With a gesture the other two stopped behind him, awaiting instruction on how to handle such a delicate situation. After a minute of thought, Sigurd turned to them.
"Get as close to the walls as possible. I'll fire at the legs and try it knock it down. Bright go for the neck, head and throat. Cassandra make sure it's too busy to get up and counter attack."
Without another word the three took their positions. Watching the others from the darkest area, Sigurd was amazed at how well Bright and Cassandra had absorbed their training. Moving with nearly no sound, tracking, and other hunting skills that had previously been out of their grasp were now as easy as breathing.. He allowed himself a small, proud smile at their expense despite the tense situation.
Cassandra and Bright gestured when they were in position. Nodding, Sigurd carefully took a few volatile 'Crag Shot' from his bandolier and unfolded his Arbalest, successfully muffling the unavoidable clink.. After tentatively loading the rounds and taking a few deep breaths he trained his sights on the prey.
"Say goodbye…" he whispered grimly
From out of nowhere, an ear shattering roar blasted into the gorge. It was a single blood-chilling note that pierced the air and reverberated against the walls. Sigurd immediately dropped the cannon and slammed both hands against his ears. Due to the sensitive nature of the rounds contained within, the cannon fired as soon as it hit the ground.
The shot went wide, completely missing the startled Cephadrome and clipping Bright's shield. The small impact was enough to ignite the round, and an enormous fireball threw Bright clear across the gorge and into the oasis. In an attempt to cover her comrade's mistake, Cassandra ran in just as the awakened beast turned towards Sigurd.
"Cassandra, move!" the gunner screamed.
Unfortunately the Cephadrome's tail hit her faster than his words. It flung her a good few yards before she came to a skidding stop, moaning in pain. For a moment Sigurd could only stare open-mouthed at the tableau. The sound of a rasping choke snapped him out of his shock and he leaped to the side just as a blast of sand exploded where he previously stood.
Acting on pure instinct Sigurd lunged toward his gun, picked it up and took off running. The Cephadrome turned and blasted another gout of sand at him, which he narrowly dodged. Before it could rear back again Sigurd spun and fired from the hip.
Unbraced, the recoil was astounding. His arms were nearly torn from their sockets as the cannon pushed him back a few inches. The bullet hit the monster's thigh and a huge explosion blossomed from the contact. A shriek of pain filled the air as the force of the explosion knocked the wyvern clean off it's feet. When the smoke cleared, Sigurd could see muscle and bone exposed in a deep gaping wound.
Flailing in pain the Cephadrome attempted to regain its footing, but as it put weight on its maimed leg it shrieked again and toppled over. Sigurd quickly braced himself and fired again, recoil pushing him back and shaking his skeleton. Another deafening explosion rocked the gorge as the Cephadrome's diamond shaped head was engulfed in a ball of flames. With a final shriek of protest against the cold grip of death, the Cephadrome's ruined head slammed against the sandy ground with a final crash.
The silence after the battle was just a deafening as the roars of monsters and explosions before it. Sigurd dropped his Arbalest, fell on shaking knees and immediately vomited. He was glad the others couldn't see him like this, succumbing to his nerves. It was unbecoming of any Trainer to lose their nerve, even one as young as Sigurd.
After regurgitating most of his lunch and eliciting only dry heaves, the hunter dug around in his pouch for one of the small herbal remedies that he usually carried around with him. Downing the potion to relieve his churning stomach and take the edge off of his aches, he unsteadily got to his feet and walked over to where Cassandra lay.
He knelt before her prone form. Her short hair was spread around her head like a curtain and she was breathing steadily. She would have a terrible headache and feel like a living bruise but ultimately be alright. After a second of thought he pulled off one of his gloves and slapped her across the face. She immediately wakened and swung her blade before her, as if trying to fend off an imagined enemy.
"Wha-Sigurd?" She rubbed her neck and winced. "Owwwww...What happened?"
"You got hit hard." Replied Sigurd, handing her his spare potion. "Don't worry about the Cephadrome. I managed to kill it."
Cassandra downed the potion and looked at the carcass, her face a mix of jealousy and awe. After a moment of silence, she gasped.
"Wait! What about Bright?" Her eyes went wide. "He got blown up!"
A loud sloshing noise from the oasis caught their attention as a thoroughly soaked Bright emerged from the water. His shield had a large chunk missing where the round had hit it. Nonetheless Sigurd noticed that his expression wasn't angry just longsuffering.
"You owe me another shield," Said Bright, sighing.
Sigurd smiled and nodded, happy that his comrade was more or less unhurt and not upset at him over the accident. The trio made their way over to the dead Cephadrome and began the rewarding, albeit tedious, task of carving off anything of use. Scales, teeth, bones, anything of value that they could carry with them they sliced off the dead sand shark. As they cleaned the bloody parts in the oasis, a thought occurred to Sigurd.
"I wonder what that roar was, the one that woke up the Cephadrome."
"I don't know for sure but it sounded big...really big." Bight noted.
"Yeah, and with all the noise Sigurd made, between the explosions and the Cephadrome itself, its sure to attract-"
The hairs on the back of Sigurd's neck stood on end. Instinctively, Sigurd jumped to his feet and scanned the cave, his senses screaming danger. Cassandra and Bright stared at him in confusion and alarm. After a few seconds of silence, he relaxed slightly and gathered up the damp monster bits.
"We should get out of here." intoned Sigurd. "Now."
Arms laden, the three made their way past the carcass and quickly headed toward the exit. Before they could mount the sandy slope, an rumble shook the gorge like a mini-earthquake. Sigurd's eyes widened as the sand bulged beneath their feet. Before any of them could react, an enormous crimson spike lanced through the sands flinging the hunters into the air as if they were rag dolls.
The horn was quickly followed by a plated head and torso. Sand colored spikes jutted where its armor ended as the creature got heavily to its feet. It was gigantic, easily dwarfing the Cephadrome with its sheer bulk. The Monoblos shook its head and screamed at the heavens, stunning the recovering hunters with its terrible visage.
"Sigurd...wha...what is that?" whimpered Cassandra. "What are we gonna do?"
Sigurd was on the verge of panic himself, having never hunted anything bigger than a Rathalos before. The Monoblos was clearly out of their league. However, his experience as a Hunter Trainer helped him maintain an analytic calm. The Monoblos had flung them to the lip of the oasis with the Cephadrome corpse between them and it. A vague escape plan formed in his head as he eyed the horned beast.
"Don't make any sudden movements." whispered Sigurd. "Circle around slowly with me and don't advance in any way. Maybe...if we're lucky...it'll go for the body while we escape."
The Monoblos growled darkly as they sidestepped towards the exit. With a heavy step it too began to circle, maintaining its position opposite them. A few tense seconds passed as they maintained this tentative dance, each scanning the other for the slightest shift in movement. Just as they reached the mouth of the gorge, Bright's foot caught on a rock and he stumbled.
The air changed and Sigurd noticed a slight shift in the creatures stance. With a fierce roar of bloodlust, the Monoblos lowered its horn and charged. The hunters scattered as it stormed through where they were previously standing. Regrouping once again with a pissed monster blocking the exit, they were officially in deep shit.
"We cant take this thing!" Sigurd shouted, shrill with fear."Maybe if we-"
The Monoblos was preparing another attempt to gore them when the wall next to it exploded outward with a deafening crash. Through the smoke and dust Sigurd glimpsed a yellow-blue bulk slamming into the horned beast. An audible snapping of bones resounded as the Monoblos was crushed against the opposite wall from the force of the impact. When the dust settled a quadrupedal monster with slavering jaws towered over the mangled Monoblos. It seemed to emanate a thick aura of predatory blood lust.
"T-t-tigrex..." stuttered Cassandra.
Sigurds legs buckled. He had heard of the Tigrex from the more experienced hunters who barely survived encounters themselves. Horror stories about its exceedingly destructive tendencies and the terrible swiftness with which it attacked. People killed by Tigrex usually suffered horribly before succumbing to their wounds. The Hunters Guild advised a swift retreat for an encounter with such a beast. Even the Royals were skittish about hunting these fiends.
Glancing back at the trainees, the Trainer knew they in no condition to even consider fighting. Bright was staring at the beast with glazed eyes and his plate armor rattled slightly. Cassandras usually rosy complexion was deathly pale and she was practically hyper ventilating. .
However, Sigurd noticed that instead of fierce it looked more...wary, afraid even. Upon careful inspection he saw that its claws were a cracked, bloody mess and its skull was decorated by a huge gash. Whats more the wounds were still bleeding!
Then it dawned on him. Someone or something was clearly been hunting this creature and had driven it into the gorge! The fiend turned in place, warily glancing at the sloping entrance and surrounding walls limping ever so lightly, validating his suspicion. Maybe...just maybe they could escape with their lives!
And then its piercing blue eyes settled on them. Sigurd's breath caught in his chest. Piercing blue transformed into burning crimson as blood filled its irises. Ichor pounded under its skin, making the veins on its fore claws bulge. In a split second it turned from prey into predator, and the overall effect was simply terrifying to behold. Tigrex rushed at them roaring, it's foaming jaws and razor teeth primed for the kill.
Time seemed to slow down as Sigurd's mind raced. There was no way he could avoid the Tigrex's path but Cassandra and Bright could. With a grim smile he knew that he was most likely going to die but he wouldn't dare get the others killed with him. His duty as a Hunter Trainer required him to protect all Guild assets and he was determined to save their lives, even at the cost of his own.
Before he could order them to run something caught him completely off guard. Against all odds, a rock about the size of a fist traveled in a slow intentional arc and clicked off the Tigrex's skull. In an impressive show of dexterity the Tigrex planted a claw and used its momentum swung around and snarl at the entrance. Sigurd was startled as a calm, confident voice echoed into the gorge.
"Hey Tigrex? You in here?"
Baffled to say the least, Sigurd noticed that the Tigrex shrank against the wall and snapped it's jaws. The source of the voice came from a man who casually strutted into the gorge. Sigurd had to avert his eyes as the man seemed to be encased in a corona of light. As he proceeded further into the cave, Sigurd noticed that he was wearing a silvery scaled mail which reflected light into the dank gorge, illuminating it with his mere presence. The face of his spiked helmet was up, revealing friendly green eyes and an easy smile that lit up his deeply tanned face.
"So here I find you," the man scolded. "I thought you would've left the desert altogether after the hurting we put on you. But it seems your pretty set on not leaving. Pity."
On the last word he drew a sword from its sheath across his back. The silvery scaled hilt was long yet simple, the cross guard jutting out like spines. The single-edged blade was as long as the man was tall, with a silvery gray flowing design down the side. With a flourish the man settled into a low stance. The Tigrex hissed and charged the gleaming warrior.
Narrowly avoiding a claw to the head the man spun out of the way and brought the blade across the monsters side, using its own momentum to cutt a deep gash from shoulder to tail. The fiend roared and collapsed onto its chest as the hunter turned and approached it slowly, easy smile transforming into a savage grin.
"Who is this guy?" breathed Sigurd in awe.
Cassandra, having regained herself slightly, stared for a second then uttered a startled gasp.
"That armor!" she exclaimed, her hands flying to her mouth. "I recognize it! Made from the Silver Rathalos! And that long sword, Camellia!"
"It's Seid..." Bright whispered in awe. "The Silver King... one of the Ten Royals"
Sigurd could only watch in awe as the Royal deftly dodged a claw meant to crush him and sliced into its arm, spraying a gout of blood into the air. The Tigrex roared and countered, trying to bite him, but Seid had already ducked to the side and gashed its thigh. A shriek of pain pierced the air and the hunter hopped back. Seid ran to its tail and hacked into it with a tremendous overhead blow. The blade bit deep into the monster's flesh and after three strokes the appendage flew off, causing the Tigrex to roar in agony.
Dragging itself a few feet from the hunter, the beast recovered itself and faced its foe. With all the speed and fury of a proud cornered animal the Tigrex charged. The Silver King faced the beast, sword still drawn but his stance was more relaxed that the dire situation warranted. Realizing that he was not going to defend himself or dodge, Sigurd bellowed.
"Wha-What are you doing! Run!"
The hunter didn't even flinch as the enraged beast thundered toward him, surprisingly swift for its grave condition. Sigurd suddenly noticed a whistling noise like air rushing over...A long curved blade that pierced the beast through the top of its skull, followed by a hunter who had his entire body weight behind it. The Tigrex came to a slamming halt as the sword pinned it to the ground scant inches from Seid.
Sigurd looked from the fallen hunter, to the ribbon of sky and back to the hunter. Apparently the hunter had jumped into the gorge and fell with enough accuracy to nail a moving target in the head. If he had been even a second too late... Nearly overwhelmed with awe, he could only watch mouth agape as Seid placed the Camellia back into its sheath and address the other hunter.
"Oi! Its about damn time you got here, Dante." Seid said indignantly. "And what the hell were you thinking, jumping off that cliff? Couldn't you have found a faster way down?"
Dante hadn't yet moved from atop the Tigrex's head. Viciously he twisted his blade inside the skull and tore it out. Stepping down from the carcass, he glanced at Sigurd and his group and they collectively caught their breath.
Dante's eyes were like bottomless black pools; unreadable, blank, dead. His raven black hair was a waterfall about his shoulders, kicked back at the forehead by a black and orange headband. His armor was vaguely reminiscent of a Tigrex, the brilliant blues clashing against the golden yellows. Sigurd noticed faint traces of electricity playing off its edge as Dante sheathed his blade.
"Trouble in the canyon," Dante's flat tone that matched his appearance perfectly. "I had to climb the rocks after I got knocked off by that Monoblos that attacked us. I trust that you're unharmed?"
"Yeah, no thanks to you..." Seid growled. "Show off bastard. We could've killed this one weeks ago in the mountains..."
"I miscalculated. I thought that it we had enough provisions, but then that blizzard hit..."
"Well at least this is the last one. I can see why Vindel came to you for help. Beasties were more vicious than usual."
Dante snorted and crossed his arms. "They were no more vicious than the other ones we've hunted. I fail to see why the Guild frets over them so much."
"Its like they don't even know we exist..." whispered Cassandra.
"You don't have to whisper." replied Sigurd pacing over to where the other hunters stood. After sharing a glance, Bright and Cassandra tentatively followed.
"Thank You, Ashvelt Silver King." Said Sigurd, bowing. "Were it not for you and your companion, we would have been dead. We are in your debt. I am Sigurd, a Hunter Trainer on a ranking hunt with Trainees Cassandra and Bright."
"Huh?" Seid blinked in surprise. "Oh...uh don't worry about it. It was our fault you were attacked in the first place," The Royal smiled with genuine warmth. "And please drop the formalities, that 'Ashvelt' honorific crap; I'm not your boss or anything. In the field we are equals, you know? Just call me Seid."
"Respectfully sir, if that beast hadn't come the Monoblos would've certainly gotten us first." added Bright.
"Yeahthanksalot..." blurted Cassandra.
"Well, you should probably thank Dante. He's the one who killed the Tigrex and did most of the work. I just came on the hunt to stretch my legs." said Seid, gesturing to his comrade.
"Dante...Tyrant Slayer, right? Aren't you a Royal?" asked Bright.
"Not quite. I am the fifth rank of hunter, one below the Royals. However I serve as Seid's hunting partner and Second when performing Guild duties."
Sigurd was taken aback by how...normal they were. He had heard of the Royals of course, every Hunter knew about the Royals. Ten elite hunters who individually killed countless monsters and were honored by the Guild for their service. They were the celebrities of the Guild, wherever they went, epic stories of their bravery and power spread like wildfire. Hearing such stories and being so skilled, Sigurd had assumed that they never payed attention to any of the lower rank hunters and would treat them like shit if they did.
The sound of fluid draining brought Sigurd from his reverie. Dante was over by the Tigrex corpse, spreading an acrid smelling fluid over its body. His face was all grim determination, not one drop was wasted. When the bottle was empty he corked it and fastened it to his tasset.
"What did he spread over the Tigrex?" asked Cassandra. "He's not going to take the carves?"
"Dante hates Tigrex's." Seid shrugged. "He has a...personal vendetta against them. The armor he wears, his Tigrex mail, is more of an insult than actual protective armor. If any Tigrex show up in Guild territory he's the first to run after it. As for the contents of the bottle...just watch."
An acrid stench suddenly filled the air making Sigurd's eyes water. The Tigrex corpse dissolved rapidly, its scales and flesh turning into a viscous sludge before their eyes. In a few only moments all that was left was a pitted skeleton and a thick brown sludge.
"All done?" asked Seid
Dante nodded but the frown was still on his face.
"Well since we're done the contract we have to find Vindel's encampment before nightfall," Seid said, walking away. "The desert gets a bit treacherous at night."
"I've also finished Cassandra and Brights assessment. Can we accompany you to the encampment and from there to Dondruma?" asked Sigurd. "I still have to attend to my duties and report the Guild."
"Yeah, sure. I needed to go to the capitol anyway." said Seid casually.
"It's getting dark." stated Dante, who turned to leave as well.
And without a single glance back at the gorge, they all walked into the dying sunlight.
So the first order of business is an apology. I wont make excuses. I could have worked on BOB between college classes but I didn't because I was lazy and honestly lost interest. I really shafted my fans and for that I am genuinely sorry.
Second, I am revising BOB from the top all the way to the finish; fixing spelling mistakes, style errors, and changing inconsistencies that show up later on. All the writing classes I suffered through will hopefully make a more entertaining story for you guys. At any rate, I think it's about time to bring back the founding fic of the Monster Hunter genre.
Lastly I just want to thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.