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Amy spent the next few days drifting in and out of consciousness. Aware of the warmth around her, she was sure she had passed on. During her moments of consciousness, se saw blurry images of people standing over her. She realised she was either safe or beyond damage now, and didn't rush herself awake.

She finally woke, her eyes straining against the sunlight flowing in them, she saw a figure standing over her. The figure was small and elderly.

"Ah, you're awake," Said the voice, "there, there, take it easy, you're very lucky, you know."

"What happened?" Amy asked.

"You were attacked," the figure replied, "you only just survived. We heard the roars from here, and by the time our hunters got there, you were unconscious, and there was a lot of blood. You're lucky you passed out where you did."

"Not many people survive Tigrex attacks in just their Mafumofu," came a deep voice, "especially such a ferocious one as that one."

"A…What?" Amy was confused.

"A Tigrex. An aggressive and powerful Wyvern. Several of them live around this area," said the first voice, "anyway, let me help you up."

A pair of hands grabbed Amy and sat her up, and she surveyed the room. There was a large box on the floor at the other end of the room, a cupboard beside her bed, and an archway leading to another room was between them. The door stood opposite her, and the one window on her left let light into the room. She was joined by three people in the room, two looked like hunters, one dressed in armour similar to the Rathalos armour she was given, but shone a bright silver, the other in armour that was as black as her grandfathers sword. Her sword! She remembered the attack, the Guild member being brutally killed and tossed aside, Koju's leg being torn from his body, Kujo being decapitated.

"Where is my stuff?" Amy asked impatiently

"We brought your sword and armour with us when we rescued you," Said the hunter in black armour.

"What about my trunk? It's got my armour in it. And my other sword." Amy was getting upset.

"There wasn't a trunk, we just found you and the Tigrex."

"But the carriage, and the Guild member, and the other Hunters.." Amy started, "..We fell, the Tigrex and me, the carriage must still be up there."

"Well its not safe to go up there for anyone, especially you," said the elderly woman, "now, tell us your name dear, and why you went after a Tigrex so under geared."

"My name is Amy, I come from Kokoto, I'm a Hunter, responding to a letter my grandfather received, and that Tigrex attacked us, I didn't go after it," Amy replied.

"Ahh, the new Hunter," the elderly woman said, "well, it seems you need more rest, come and see me in a few days."

A few days later the three strangers stood in the room by Amy's bed.

"My wounds, what happened to them?" Amy asked.

"Wounds?" the elderly woman replied, puzzled.

"Yes, I remember, looking down at my hand, and it was covered in my blood," she answered.

The woman chuckled, "no, my dear, that was the Tigrex's blood."

"Really? I was so sure."

"No my dear, and we were conscious when we got there," said the old woman, grinning, "Anyway, I don't believe I have introduced myself, or my companions. I am the Village Chief of Pokke, the village you are in now. These are Aaron and Laura, our resident Hunters, and your rescuers," the Chief said, "now, sorry my dear, but there is an urgent matter you must attend to, and, seeing as you have recovered, we must go straight to business. A Blangonga has made its presence known in the absence of the Tigrex, and poses a threat to us all. We need you to slay it for us."

"Blangonga? What's that?" Amy asked.

"A Primatius that lives in the mountains, leader of the Blango's. It's a fierce monster, but you should be able to handle it," Laura informed her, "why don't you stop by our house, and you can have some of my old armour, seeing as you have no suitable armour."

Laura led Amy to her house, where she received armour made from the monster she must now hunt, the Blangonga.

"Its not terribly strong, but it will do, and you will find it warm against the cold too. Now off you go, and good luck," the female veteran said.

"wait." It was Aaron, Laura's hunting partner, "take these, I know you have no money, so have these." He handed her a handful of items, which she packed into a pocket on her belt, now one of the few gifts she had from Kokoto. "Im sure you will find them all useful, I have also paid your contract for this quest, but after you receive the reward, you'll be left to fend for yourself."

Amy began to walk down the path that would lead her to the Blangonga, looking back to see the chief talking to Laura and Aaron, and watched her walk down the trail to the mountains.

The trail was hard to navigate. The uneven surface was bad enough, without the layer of ice that encased it. Many times, Amy fell, landing in a puddle, or bruising herself along the way.

Eventually, the path started to climb, looking ahead; she saw the mountains looming over her, knowing of the cold that lay ahead. She wrapped the Blangonga fur tightly around her, and pressed on. She soon felt snow around her feet, and it gradually got deeper.

Soon enough, the snow was knee-deep, but the thick fur of the Blangonga kept out the cold, and she travelled on. Looking ahead, she noticed the path branching off back down the mountain, and left it. After taking a moment to observe her surroundings, she thought to get higher ground, where she could get a better view.

Seeing the cliff face before her, she immediately started to climb it. It was a tough climb, the icy rocks and cold, harsh wind kept making her slip, and lose her footing on several occasions. To make matters worse, the unimaginable amount of snow on any rocks that jutted out made it impossible for her to grab them straight away, so she had to brush the snow off before advancing.

Finally, she reached the top of the cliff, and hauled herself up. After taking a few minutes to get her breath back, she stood up and looked around. She was on a wide shelf, behind her, the mountain continued to rise, so thick with snow and ice that climbing it was out of the question without the right equipment. To her right, the shelf continued, narrowing as it went, around the mountain, and to her left, the shelf ended. As she gazed out in front of her, she took in the beauty of the mountains, their white peaks, the green of the trees and grass that grew here; it was a sight to behold.

In moments, a snowstorm blew about her, drawing the fur of the Blangonga around her, resolved to cross the narrow shelf. Flattening herself to the wall, she cautiously stepped out onto the narrow ledge, using her foot to send snow from the shelf tumbling to the abyss below, ensuring a sure footing on the rocks. Time seemed to stand still, and still she pressed on. Visibility was so low now, she could barely see a few feet of the wall beside her, and her waist disappeared into the white oblivion that surrounded her. She didn't dare to deviate from the wall, as death was sure to follow if she did, and instead pressed on.

Unknown to her, the shelf ended a while ago, and she pressed on, hugging the wall. She reached a small structure, and after observing it closely, she guessed it was an old, abandoned, ruined campsite. Small boxes were covered in snow; no doubt they used to hold all sorts of items. Several of the supports were ruined, and one small, measly piece of material covered a small section of the tent.

Then she heard it, a weak noise on the air. Struggling to look through the snow that whirled about her, she drew her sword and stepped slowly forwards. It came again, it sounded like an animal in pain. She stepped slowly forwards, and saw a Popo, laid on the floor, its left hind leg removed, the blood was frozen. She stepped forwards to inspect, and guessed it had been attacked, but the blizzard drew its attacker away.

Tears formed in her eyes as she drew her blade across the helpless creature's throat, its last moan disappearing into the roars of the wind. Sheathing her blade and drawing her Hunter's knife, she quickly skinned the Popo and removed its tusks, aswell as carving a large amount of flesh from the monsters carcass, and returned to the abandoned campsite.

She used the Popo hide to create a huge canopy for the tent, with enough to fashion a bed of sorts, and the tusks were useful in repairing the support poles. She returned to the Popo and brought its ribs back to the tent, where she made a fireplace, which would protect the flames from the melting snow. She inspected the item boxes, finding nothing but dried herbs and broken tools, neither of which would be useful, so she broke up the box and created a fire.

Pulling her hood back and unbuttoning her coat, she huddled by the fire, letting it warm her through. She made a skewer using wood from the remains of the box, and cut up the Chunk of Popo meat, fashioning herself a Popo kebab, which she ate hungrily.

Settling down in her makeshift bed, her armour hanging from the support poles, leaving her in her shirt and shorts, she pulled the thick Popo fur around her and drifted into an uneasy sleep.

Images of her confrontation with the Tigrex played in her mind, the carnage, the bloody remains of the Guild member being casually thrown aside, Koju's leg being removed with ease, then being swallowed by the monster, Kujo being brutally decapitated, and the Tigrex impaling itself on the tree as it landed, and the look of sadness in its eyes as Amy beheaded the monster that almost killed her.

Amy woke with the sun beaming through the holes in her tent. Stretching, she thought of the Popo kebabs she'd be having for dinner, when she heard a grunting noise outside. She quietly stepped to the door of the tent, and opened it slightly. She immediately wished she had dressed beforehand, as ice cold winds rushed in and replaced the warmth of the tent. Shivering, she saw a small, white, furry creature pass by her tent, followed by two others. She guessed these were the Blango that the Blangonga leads. Then she heard a deep bellow from high above her, and the Blango turned and leapt into the air.

Quickly dressing and grabbing her belt and sword, she stepped outside and pulled her hood up. Looking up, she saw what seemed to be a plateau, about five metres higher than where she stood; the only thing between them was a rock face thick with smooth, glistening ice.

Wrapping her belt around her waist and fastening it, and strapping her weapon to her back, she looked around for a means to climb the rock face. She ran back to the tent and grabbed the few remaining strands of rope and smaller Popo ribs, along with unburnt wood. Tying each rib to the wood, and sharpening the ribs with her Hunter's knife, she used her axes to pierce the ice, allowing her to climb up it.

The climb tired her, and as she reached the top, she caught her breath. Seeing four of the Blango's she immediately lost hope, then she saw the larger Blango, with huge whiskers and fangs the size of her arms, it hit her. The Blangonga. As it crouched, preparing to leap to a peak ten metres away, Amy quickly compacted some snow in her hand and launched it at the monster.

The snowball hit the Blangonga in its ribs, and it turned to face her. Expecting a bellow, it simply nodded at two of its minions, and they leapt to the ledge below. It then stared at Amy, its cold, black eyes, surveying its attacker.

The two Blango appeared behind Amy, grunting and roaring, as the four Blango closed in on their prey. Thinking quickly, any drew a device from her bag and threw it into the air, then dived to the ground. Amy heard the Flash Bomb detonate, dazing anything that was within its range. Looking up, Amy saw the Blangonga, unfazed, as it ran at her.

Amy charged, weapon drawn at the oncoming Primatius. It leapt into the air, so Amy pointed her weapon skyward, slicing the monster's rear left leg, causing blood to rain down onto Amy's brilliant white armour. The monster landed ungracefully, rolling due to its injured leg. Amy stood up, dragging her weapon, her arms still tired from the climb. Both she and the beast recovered in equal time, and it began bounding towards her. Again, Amy rolled beneath it and pointed her weapon up, this time completely severing its right hind leg. Blood poured onto her face as the monster landed, whimpering, attempting to drag itself along the floor.

Approaching the beast from behind, Amy drove her sword deep into the side of the white beast, the rough edge of her blade adding to the injuries, puncturing organs and blood vessels, causing a crimson river to flow to her feet, along the side of the monster. It puddled on the floor, its warmth causing snow to melt, small amounts of steam rose and Amy could smell the beast's life force flowing to the ground.

Suddenly, a huge white arm came out of nowhere, sending the Huntress sprawling across the snowy plateau, her sword still embedded in the white tyrant's carcass. Standing up, she realized the Blango had recovered, and was surrounded by four of the Blangonga's minions, enraged at their master's death, they each let out a small bellow, followed by grunts, and circled Amy. Assessing the situation, four Blango's, one human, unarmed, she knew she wouldn't survive without her trusty sword.

Amy charged at one of the monsters, her fist colliding with the side of the monster's face, pressing its cheek against its teeth, causing blood to trickle from its mouth, she ran to its side and kicked it, knocking it down. She dodge another one's swipe, and countered with her own, sending its own fang to the back of its throat, causing it to choke on it. Another Blango approached from her left, and launched itself, mouth first, at the human. Amy grabbed it's mouth and they fell to the floor, the monster struggling against her, drool dripping onto her armour, she raised her foot into the beast's ribs, then stood up, and brought her knee up to the monster's chin, followed quickly by a powerful punch to the top of its head, causing severe damage to its brain, it fell limply.

Two Blango remained, so Amy drew her short Hunter's knife, not made for attacking monsters, more for carving and crafting, it was her only hope. One of the Blango leapt at her, so she pushed the short blade deep into its throat, and struggled to recover the blade, was again knocked to her feet, weaponless, facing a Blango.

It leapt at her fiercely, and Amy raised her arms to grab the creature's mouth, she felt a pain in her arm, looking at it, she saw the Blango's fang buried within the flesh of her arm. Yanking her arm, she pulled the tooth from its owner's mouth, still buried in her arm. Clutching her arm, she dodged an attack from the Blango, and grabbed its other fang, quickly pulled it from it mouth. The Blango jumped back in pain, and let out a huge bellow, causing Amy to cover her ears, and the Blango ran at her. Quickly recovering, she rolled to the side and approached the Blango. As it turned to face her, she thrust its tooth into the underside of its neck, bursting its windpipe. The white beast struggled for a minute, and then stopped after Amy kicked the fang protruding from the monsters neck, sending the sharp fang into the beast's brain.

Amy took a moment to catch her breath, then recovered her Hunter's knife and her sword, and cleaned them both on the Blango beside her. Looking at her arm, she saw the Blango fang still in her arm, she pulled it out and let out a little whimper of pain, and cautiously rolled up her sleeve. The wound was deep, and her blood was pouring down her arm. Looking in a pouch on her belt, she found a small bag, and inside, crushed up herbs. With a sigh of relief, she grabbed a pinch of the herbs and stuffed it into her wound, and wrapped a bandage around the hole in her arm. Tying the bandage off, she felt the herbs effect immediately, acting as a painkiller as well as an accelerated healing agent, causing the blood to clot, sealing the wound to repair the flesh beneath.

"Look out!" came a familiar voice, yelled from afar.

Looking around, she saw a Flash Bomb land in front of her, its timer about to hit zero. Shielding her eyes just as the hammer action activated the flashbug within, a bright flash covered the area. Standing up, Amy saw no less than eight Blango, struggling around as the Flash Bomb burnt into their eyes.

"Catch this!" came the voice again.

Amy looked around to see Laura and Aaron on the peak the Blangonga was aiming at, a rope soaring through the air between them. Amy caught the rope, and the two Hunters crossed the gap, standing on the plateau with Amy.

"The thing with Blango's," Laura began, "is that they always help each other, so we need to finish these then move on quickly."

The three Hunters stood back to back, their three weapons pointing outward to the circle of attacking Blango as they recovered. Amy charged at the closest Blango, and drew her sword in a downward motion over her head, cleaving the beast's skull. Laura dodged an attack at her, and her weapons were furiously hacking into is side, making short work of the skin and bone, as torrents of lightning erupted from them with each strike. Amy watched as Aaron's huge black and pink blade slashed through a Blango, black lightning erupting form the point of contact.

A Blango, from nowhere, knocked Aaron down, and then as he dodged another attack, rolled off the plateau, left dangling, his fingers were all that were stopping him from falling into oblivion.

"Aaron!" Laura yelled, throwing one of her swords at the Blango, its double tip piercing the monster's flesh, it fell to the floor.

"Amy!" Laura shouted, "Keep them off us!"

Amy ran to Laura's back, attacking a Blango with a horizontal slash that removed the Blango's bottom jaw, causing blood to spill to the already soaked floor. Another Blango saw the opening and charged, and as Amy recovered, launched herself, feet first, at the beast, sending it tumbling from the plateau.

Laura managed to pull Aaron up, and he swung his colossal blade at an approaching Blango, slicing through the left side of its face and left arm, where it fell clumsily to the floor.

Two Blango remained, and one was charging at Amy. She moved her blade in an upward slice, splitting the monsters bottom jaw and skull, leaving its body to fall limply. Laura threw her remaining sword at the last Blango, piercing its skull, the thunder element effecting its brain, sending currents through the nervous system of the young Primatius, causing it to spasm and twitch, before limply flopping to the floor.

Amy walked to the Blango and pulled the short sword out, and inspected it. The handle was made from a strong metal, the hilt covered in short, white fur. From the hilt, the blade immediately split at a ninety-degree angle, and then reversed the angle as two blades pointed away from the hilt, each one coloured a deep purple. Passing the blade to its owner, Amy couldn't help but ask, "What is it made from?"

Laura chuckled, "It's made from Kirin horns, I call them Kirin Bolts."

"Kirin, you killed the Kirin, after I stopped those monsters from slaying it?" Amy could feel the anger rising in her.

"No, no," Laura began, "a while ago, we were on a hunt, and we found where it was nesting, and it sheds its horn, you see. It is continually growing within the outer casing, and when it's too big, the outer casing simply drops off. We found about four of the horns, and I picked them up, and brought them back, along with a handful of its fur that we found on a bush. I then had rare Carbalite Ore imported to reconstruct and support them, and made them into weapons."

"Oh right," said Amy, calming down, "what about his?"

"Mine?" said Aaron, "it's made from the rarest parts from a Pink Rathian, then I sent the parts to Schrade, to have the power of Dragons embedded in it, and I got this back. I call it the Blushing Dame."

"Schrade?" Amy asked, "that's where my other sword is from, the one that I lost. My grandfather had it crafted for my birthday."

"Come on, let's get off this mountain, before the Blango return." Aaron said, and headed back to Pokke.

"Wait, Amy, skin the Blangonga and get its whiskers, we need to get you a rope made back in Pokke," Laura told the young Huntress.

Obeying, Amy skinned the beast and carefully removed its whisker, then, throwing the hide over her shoulder, followed the two Hunters back to the village.