They had told him not to go out tonight. It was storming in the jungle right now, they had said. How he wished he had listened to them. He could have been enjoying a nice warm meal in the Gathering Hall with good company, and good drinks. And maybe a woman? Guess he'd never know now. Fumbling through the dense jungle foliage, the young man cursed out loud as he stumbled on something in the dark. Quickly regaining his footing, the hunter ran on as the sounds of something big ripped its way through the trees and shrubbery behind him.

Dashing past the outskirts of the jungle, he slowed his pace down to a halt, his footsteps heavy from the soggy sand of the coastline. And still, the rain insists to come down in sheets as lightning flickers across the sky. The wind howls as it batters the trees, and forces the nearby sea to churn. But even louder sounds pulls his attention back to the jungle as two massive pincers crush and snap trees like twigs, allowing the Daimyo Hermitaur's face to be seen as it advances towards its prey.

The giant carapaceon shambled onto the beach, its body sinking a little in the moist sand. Pinned between a raging sea behind him, and an angry monster in front of him, the hunter could only unsheathe his steel long-sword and clench his teeth; determined to make a last stand. His sword is heavy in his weary hands, but he refuses to succumb to fatigue. Just as he begins to charge the Daimyo with a mighty yell, the monster starts to dig furiously, throwing clods of wet sand everywhere in its wake. Clueless to his foe's whereabouts, the hunter slowly puts his weapon away, trying to keep as still as possible.

Any sound, any hint of movement, and the Daimyo would make him regret it. The hunter knew that the skull on the Daimyo's back wasn't just for show. The large horn adorning the skull could be used offensively simply by just backing up into an opponent. Or, by thrusting upwards with it while underground. While he was pondering this, movement from the jungle made his blood run cold. There was no time to defend, no time to dodge! The beast rammed into him head on, sending the hunter rolling into the shallows, out of breath and out of hope.

As he started to stand up, the ground started to shake, bringing forth a sickening feeling in his gut. And like clockwork, the Daimyo pierced the sand with the horn from the skull on its back. Time seemed to slow as he was flung up into the air like a ragdoll. But the harshness of reality quickly reminded him of where he was as he crashed into the cold sea, his last thought before losing consciousness as bitter as his defeat.

'Fucking Bullfango.'