Shayle and Rath entered the town square at the same time. She headed towards the announcement board, gently pushing aside some townsfolk. A young Hunter, about her age, was layed out, his stomach ripped open, along with his throat. Her breath was caught slightly. It was Vorn...He had become a Hunter a few months after her. He had always been slightly clumsy, and not very good at dodging. Now he had payed for it. She closed her eyes slightly, then walked forward. "What did this???" She said sharply at the medic. He glanced up at her, then slowly drew a large claw that had been embeded in the Hunter's stomach. "Velocidrome..." The medic said softly, then pulled a white sheet over the boy's head, then picked up the stretcher, carrying him to his family's hut. Shayle closed her eyes, stopping her tears. She opened them, and glanced up at Rath, who nodded slightly. She ran to her hut, donning her armor and sliding her sword into the leather straps in her back. Her green eyes burned with a fire of hate, and revenge. She strode out to the village, and waited for Rath.
Rath followed Shayle into the town square, following her to the annoucement board. He could smell the death and blood before he saw the young Hunter. He closed his eye's for a moment, giving the boy a small prayer, hoping his death had been quick. He heard Shayle's breath catch, and opened his eye's, watching her. She must've known him... He glanced at the wounds, then saw the medic holding up a large red claw. He paled slightly. Velocidrome did this...and where one Velocidrome was, a few more were sure to be near. He looked down slightly, to see Shayle looking up at him. Fire burned in her bright green eyes. He nodded slightly, knowing exactly what she was going to do. She dashed off, back to her hut. Rath watched for a moment, then turned towards his, donning his armor, and placing his blade in it's straps. His golden eyes hardened slightly as he walked out, and headed towards where Shayle waited for him. He glanced at her. "We need to upgrade your armor and sword when we get back." He said softly. She nodded in return, and headed down the path to the areas. Rath followed, his footsteps silent, his tread fast. He tilted his head slightly as they entered the plains.
Kelbi stopped, and stared at them, fleeting away when they got too close. Nothing...not a god damn sound. Shayle was listening also, her tread slower, so she might hear something. They slowly entered the tall grass area. Rath reached out, and grabbed ahold of Shayle's arm before she entered the tall grass. She jumped slightly, and glared back at him. "They like this area...it's easier to sneak up on you, and easier to kill you." He said, slightly emphasizing the last part. Shayle nodded, and drew her blade, slowly going through the grass. The grass, innocent looking, was taller than a young wyvren. Shayle and Rath silently traveled through it, looking at the sky every now and then, watching for wyvrens.
Yellow slitted eyes, contrasted by a blue and black scaled body, watched them, hidden up high on a ledge. The watcher hissed, a sound unheard by them, but as loud as a roar to its pack. The Velociprey pack moved in, disappearing into the tall grass. The Velocidrome's maw was slightly open, in an attempt at a grin.
Rath stopped as he heard the sound of grass on scales. Shayle didn't. She kept walking forward, oblivious to the danger. "Shayle...I think we shoul-" Rath began, but was too late. A pair of Velociprey snarled, and jumped into view, and snapped at both of the Hunters. Shayle and Rath dodge rolled out of harm's reach in the nick of time. They looked up, watching bright black and blue scaled bodies leap out of the tall grass. They both ran forward, slashing and hacking their way through the Velociprey. Their broken bodies lay at Shayle and Rath's feet, life torn from them by cold steel and rage. Shayle flinched as a Velociprey darted in with a lucky hit, biting down on her shoulder. Rath turned and snarled, cleaving the raptor-like monster's head from the neck. Shayle pushed the head off, and pressed a her hand against the wound, trying to slow the bleeding from where the Velociprey's teeth had ripped into her. She took a breather, watching Rath finish off the last Velociprey. He was ruthless...killing it with quick speed and devastating strikes. With a gurgling hiss, the final Velociprey sank to the ground, to never rise again. Rath turned to her, a cold look in his eyes that even made her edge away from him. Then it was shadowed, by a warm smile as he came over to examine her wound. He gently wrapped it with an aloe plant and a few herbs, then looked around. "That seems to be all the Velociprey...then where is the Drome?" He said carefully.
A snarl ripped through the grass as the Drome stalked out of the grass, eyes flickering between them and its dead pack. It crouched low the the ground, eyes on the wounded Hunter. Shayle watched it, bringing her blade up, and settling into a defensive stance. She noticed one of it's claws were missing from the left hand. Vorn...She said softly in her mind. The Velocidrome ducked his head, preparing to pounce. At that moment, Shayle darted forward, aiming to slash at the monster's throat. The Velocidrome dodged , and swung it's head, knocking her to the ground. Rath darted forward, plunging his blade into the monster's back. The Velocidrome screamed in pain, and turned towards him, snapping. Shayle swung her small sword, and being on the ground, sliced the Drome's left tendon with ease. It shrieked in pain, and tried to limp away from both of them. With a snarl, Rath whirled around, slashing his blade across the stomach, spilling the monsters entrails. With a final shriek, the Velocidrome collapsed down amongst it's breathren, struggling for a few moments, before laying still.
Shayle got up slowly, looking down at the monster. It's yellow eyes had faded over with an icy tinge, and it looked odd amongst the blood stained grass. With a laugh of joy, she flopped backwards on the grass, looking up at the sky. She had helped kill her first Velocidrome. She watched the clouds, wondering what her father must've felt when he had slayed his first. With a sigh of relief, Rath flopped against the ground, next to her. He smiled, and looked over, watching her joyfull expression. "Well then...we'll rest for a little, then carve up the kills, and finally head home. Drinks are on me tonight." He said with a grin.