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Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh GX
Title: Way of the Hunt: Chapter 1: Huntsman
Characters: Broww, Huntsman of Dark World & Hell Kaiser of Ice
Word Count: chapter: 750||story: 750
Genre: Adventure, DramaRated: PG
Challenge: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, section C, #5, two-shot with both 'chapters' being exactly 750 words; Written for the GX Non-Flash Bingo, prompt #24, brown
Notes: This takes place in the world where Ryou is the Hell Kaiser of Ice, as he was the one taken by Daitokuji & Kagemaru, instead of Fubuki. This is set sometime after Ryou has gained his powers and before the Seven Stars attack.
Summary: Broww is the greatest huntsman that Dark World has ever seen. He can track any prey across the whole world. So he likes a challenge. And what challenge could be greater than prey that can fight back?


North or south? Broww examined all of the signs, few as those were. His prey knew he stalked the trail and would not let himself be caught easily. That would make it all the sweeter when Broww brought him to bay in the end, of course.

This was hardly the first time that he'd tracked this prey and Hell Kaiser grew cannier with each attempt. His touch left trails of ice wherever he walked, so he grew skilled in moving without touching anything with his bare hands.

But his mere presence also dropped the temperature and Broww could frequently find him by that alone. Hell Kaiser had to keep moving to stay ahead of the huntsman, so that the chilly air he left behind didn't give him away.

So far today he seemed to do well at that. There wasn't much difference between the air here and where it would be where the human walked. Broww would have to search more carefully to find what he sought.

If he moved without care, he stood a chance of obliterating any kind of trail. Broww hadn't failed once in this hunt and he had no plans to start now. So he took his time, not just looking for visible signs, but for the breath of cold air and the tension crackling that would give away the other's position.

South. Yes. That was which way the other trod. On the surface it would be a fool's choice, since that way led to a rushing river that tumbled down from the mountains. But Broww had hunted these lands for years beyond counting and he knew how his target thought. Hell Kaiser could freeze at least part of the river if he chose and cross over there. The risk lay in if the ice would melt before Broww found it. If it didn't, then the trail would be clear.

So, Hell Kaiser would either move very quickly to make certain he had the most time possible for his ice bridge to melt or would find another way to cross over.

He might want to take cover in one of the caves and try to strike me from behind. One of the perks of hunting someone who could think at least close to his level was that the prey could turn predator. Broww couldn't recall all the times that he'd had to dodge flying shards of ice. His left side still ached where the ice warrior had injured him once before.

He couldn't imagine everything that would go through Hell Kaiser's mind. He didn't want to try. There had to be some element of the unknown, or the hunt lost its savor. That was part of why he chose to hunt thinking opponents.

Having decided which way his prey lurked, Broww headed down the half-visible trail, his way lit only by the faint starlight and the sapphire blue of the comet. He chose each step with care, sacrificing speed in order to keep track of every sound in the area.

Perhaps that was what spared him from getting another spear of solid ice flung straight through him. He heard little more than an intake of breath, but that was enough for his instincts to grab hold. He threw himself to one side, and where he'd been now sported a long, gleaming spire perhaps as long as his arm and at least as thick around as his wrist.

Dark World's Huntsman did not have to think about his next move. He drew his bow up and fired a clean shot, tracking the slight movement that came along the ridge off to his left. He didn't doubt his aim at all; the ridge was the only place that spire could've come from.

He knew he was right when the arrow shattered against a nearly invisible wall of ice. From behind the wall there rose a dark-clad figure. Hell Kaiser said nothing at all, but simply stared down at him, challenge written across every line of his being.

Broww did not lower his bow. To do so would be to deny that challenge. He did not nock another arrow, either. Hell Kaiser's defense remained too strong. Another couple of arrows could finish it, but that would give the human time to deal another attack.

He could see the small smile on his prey's lips. Then, in silence, Hell Kaiser moved out of sight. Broww knew what that meant.

The hunt was on, each of them now hunter and prey.

To Be Continued