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Chapter 8 - Teamwork and Koryns' Escape

The sloshing of water was the only sound that broke through the silence in the small guild assigned dwelling that the young swordsman now resided in since his promotion in the hunter ranks. Zenna had explained to him that most times hunters were given a small place to stay, so long as they registered through the guild, or graduated from the academy. That rule had seemingly changed though due to a large surplus of young hunters. The guild now only granted housing to hunters who actively worked in raising in rank, and only individuals with special privileges or high enough on the ranking ladder were given permanent use of housing.

Koryn had moved into the small house a few weeks ago. Vul'kan had little reserves in his moving out of the shop, after all he was only going to another part of town, and whats more he still planned to visit the shop every day unless out on a long mission. If anything the wyverian seemed happy as he would finally have all his "personal space" back to himself. The adolescent hunter was currently in one of two rooms within the small little dwelling; The washroom. The small space only had room enough for a large steel tub, a pump that provided nice clean water from a small reservoir beneath the house, and walking space for the hunter to move about with ease. At the moment the young hunter was using a portion of his water reserves to fill the large steel vessel in the room. His arms ached, but the desire to submerge himself into a bath of cool water drove him to continue. The day had been a particularly grueling one, thanks to his closest friend and hunting partner, and her crazy ideas for team building exercises.

A small stool stood next to the tarp covered doorway. The heavy fabric was the only sort of barrier between the room and his living quarters at the moment, though he was really considered installing a door, if not for some added privacy, but also as a means to keep out the only other occupant, a small feline assistant named Chamberlyne.

The palico was currently busying himself in his quarters, no doubt making sure everything was spotless, even though he had very few things to maintain as he had only been living here for a short while. Koryn first met the bipedal feline when he had first moved in. The brown and tanned furred creature greeted him happily, bowing so low that his nose and whiskers nearly touched the floor.

"Welcome home Meowster," Chamberlyne had happily announced to a very wide eyed Koryn.

Zenna had been with him, and her laughter rang out loud by his dumbstruck expression. The feline was unphased by the female hunters reaction, and he waited patiently for the new owner of the establishment to say something in return.

"Um..h-hello," the fiery eyed hunter replied, giving a very stern glare at his friend, who was still too busy laughing to say anything for herself. "My name is Koryn...so you can call me that...not meow-...master," his slip up only caused the huntress beside him to laugh even harder, though she did manage to say a few words.

"Haha...d-dont..bother...they never stop," he gave her a quizzical look, but before he could inquire anything he got his answer.

"Very well Myaster Koryn," the feline replied, once more giving a very generous bow. In that moment Koryn understood what his giggling friend meant, and gave an exasperated sigh.

The memory was still fresh in his head, and he realized that aside from being a very gracious and attentive house keeper, his feline companion also had little to no sense on the subject of boundaries, and would at times simply walk in on Koryn during very private moments, or would stare as if transfixed on something. It honestly did not bother him so much anymore, but it had made the first few nights of sleep very difficult as a pair of glowing eyes seemed to watch him while he slept.

"I have a fresh towel for you Myaster Koryn," came the catty voice from behind the heavy tarp. Before the hunter could reply the upright cat came in and placed a fluffy white towel. Koryn had learned never to undress first before having his bath ready, so this time he was clothed in his dirty underclothes.

"Thank you Chamberlyne," he replied, not bothering to try and correct the cat anymore.

When he finally completed his task and filled the steel tub, the young swordsman removed his cloths and slowly edged himself into the tub. His limbs ached fiercely as he lowered into the water, but the immediate relief he felt as he sank into the cool liquid envelope him caused him to sigh deep with content. He leaned back in the tub, the water just coming up to his neck. Very slowly sank in deeper, until the lobes of his ears touched the waters surface. He took in a deep breath, and let his eyes slowly fall while he enjoyed the therapy the cold water gave his tired body. The reason for his current exhausted state had actually started two days after he had moved in. He let his mind mull over the event, much like he did every time he returned home feeling this way.

They were out in the field a few days after Koryn had settled into his new living quarters. Zenna had wanted to talk to him about something, but had insisted they do it far away from prying eyes and open ears. He felt no reason to deny her the secrecy so he had agreed and had taken an easy guild posting for them to do. The listing asked them to hunt Konchu, he hadn't the slightest idea what in the world the creatures were so he had taken it without a second thought. It was only when they had arrived at the new location he learned the creatures they were hunting were in fact the flat armored insects he had seen the Yian Kut-Ku wolfing down with reckless abandon.

The grasslands they were in were plains of gold, the tall straw-like growth swayed gently in the breeze, and he realized the flat insects hid rather well in this new environment. The huntress had said very little, only enough to explain how the flat bugs could become a problem in large groups, and that there tough plating made decent armor and proved hard to pierce for most weapons.

"So...what did you want to talk about?" the dual bladed hunter finally caved in and asked after they had dispatched a few of the rolling insects. He found it rather satisfying to beat these things, especially since he had spent a few minutes avoiding the rolling monsters until he finally found an opening to strike.

"You mounted a monster!" the emerald eyed warrior shouted uncharacteristically, the sudden outburst had caused him to bat a rolling insect away with the flat of his blade rather than slicing it in two pieces.

"I snuck up and jumped on it," he corrected. They had this conversation before, and he was growing a bit worried with her obsession in leaping on top of dangerous creatures. He had done it out of sheer desperation, something he realized could have been very dire had he fallen off and gotten hurt. Perhaps if she was around he would try for a repeat performance, but he had no desire to attempt fate again anytime soon.

"You rode on top of it," she rebuked.

"I held on for dear life," he countered.

Zenna glared at him but said nothing. Instead she swung her hammer down and crushed a rolling insect into the ground. The poor creature was turned into a crater, nothing left but broken carapace and sprawled out legs. The amount of devastation to the creature made its carcass unusable to harvest and he decided he would let her speak her mind uninterrupted. She leaned on her hammer, one elbow on the pommel of the heavy bone weapon, while her other hand was on her hip. The look on her face seemed to dare him to say anything else, and so he remained quiet.

"Anyways you managed to get on top of a monster, and actually used that to your advantage," the words she used were carefully chosen to get her point across. Even if he wanted to argue about it, she was right.

"So are you trying to ask how I did it? I thought I explained very clearly how that came about." The dark haired teen shook her head, but rather than say anything she remained quiet, her posture growing relaxed and less aggressive. "So then...?" he gently nudged on. He watched her take in a deep breath before she slowly spoke "Alright...so before I say anything...you have to promise to keep an open mind," Koryn looked at her quizzically, but he had to admit he was growing curious, after a few moments he relented and gave a small nod.

The huntress grinned and cleared her throat "So now that your a ranked hunter, I've been thinking on how we can improve our hunting methods together," Koryns arched an eyebrow at that "But whats wrong w-..." the sudden look on his friends face told him she had not been finished, and he was doing the opposite of having an "open mind". He clamped his mouth such and she continued "By coming up with team attacks!" Her green eyes seemed to dazzle with excitement. He lloked at her with mild amusement half expecting her to say something like "Just kidding" or "Psych, Gotcha!" when neither came he then blinked.

"Your serious?" he asked cautiously.

"Yeah why not?" suddenly the light in her eyes faded and became one of deep worry "You think the idea is stupid don't you?" her gaze seemed to bore into him, rather than an angry stare, he was given a very tearful pout. His amber eyes opened wide as she laid on a massive guilt trip, one that made him feel like he had done a terrible wrong.

"N-no...I mean that sounds...amazing," he gulped, hoping she bought it. Her features brightened up once more and she almost bounced on her feet with glee.

"I know right...so yeah team attacks...you know one two pow!" she emphasized this with a quick jab and a hook followed by an impressive uppercut into a non existent opponent. Despite her enthusiasm, he could not shake off the feeling he had just been played. Shaking the feeling off her humored her and continued to ask, what he felt, were fairly optimistic questions.

"Well first off...your successful mount of the Yian Kut-Ku got me thinking," a sudden intense feeling of dread rose in the hunters heart at this "What if you could mount it without needed to leap off a stone or ledge?" The swordsman looked doubtful, but the prospect was a bit interesting. Swallowing down his doubts he asked how that could be "Well what if I say...launched you up onto the monsters back?" the hunter could tell she was hiding something, the small glint in her eyes told him to tread very carefully. He could not think of anything else to say so he gave in and settled for a simple "How?"

Zenna looked thoughtful for a moment, and instead of replying she looked around, seeing a skittering Konchu walk along the ground, she hefted her hammer up and walked towards the unsuspecting creature. He was content to watch on, but she beckoned him to follow with her hand. He sighed and did just that, slipping his blades away he followed her as she stalked the small neopteron. With her boot she tapped the creature from behind and it quickly closed itself up into a ball with a small snap. With greater interest he saw her begin to size the creature up, her hammer at her side as she walked around it before she seemed content with the placement of the creature. Koryn was beginning to grow a bit impatient, but as he tried to ask her again what her grand plan was, she put a finger to her lips to shush him and she lifted her hammer up behind her.

She slowly swung the weapon a bit, not touching the curled up insect with it, and like a golfer she readied her "driver". Taking in a deep breath, and then slowly releasing it, Zenna lifted her hammer and swung it low. With a solid "Smack!" she hit the rounded bug and sent it flying up high with a high arc. The creature soared twenty or so feet up, nearly straight up into the air before it came crashing down only a few yards in front of her with a loud "Thud". The agitated creature uncurled and hissed angrily, before curling back up and quickly rolling away, before it was used once again for hitting practice.

The clever hunter had watched the rather impressive display of weapon control without a word. Once he watched the angry bug roll off, the sudden sense of clarity rushed through him. He stared at her, dumbstruck, and afraid to say anything. After a few moments he broke the thick silence "That!?" he said with a finger pointed at her hammer, and then at the spot where the bug had fallen. "That's your idea...t-to...catapult me with your hammer?" when she did not correct his assumptions, he vigorously shook his head.

"You said you would keep an open mind," she accused him, already he could see her eyes beginning to glaze over with crocodile tears.

"Yeah...an open mind...but I'd rather not have it all over the floor!"

"What you saw how it didn't die...your a lot bigger so you wont go as high and you'll be landing onto a monsters back," she argued back.

"Yeah with possibly broken legs," he retorted.

"What you don't trust me?" At this he could not form words, she had backed him into a corner with that. Of course he trusted her to watch his back, to help him if a monster had him, or if he was in a jam. He was well aware just how good she was with that hammer, how powerful she could be, and that was were his fears came from. Her little demonstration was under ideal circumstances, they were not in the heat of battle, or desperate. Her blood would be heated in the middle of a fight, much like his own, and she would not be trying to control her swings so much. Even if they caught the monster unaware, he would have to land on it and hold on, which he doubted he could if sent flying like she intended. Koryn tried to voice his worries, but any sort of counter argument he had were quickly dashed as he saw the pleading look in her eyes.

"Come on...just give it a try," she pouted. His walls crumbled and with a small shrug he agreed.

The rest of there time out in the fields, was spent trying to find just the right posture for him to be in before she sent him skywards with her hammer. He had concluded if he was in a crouched position, with his knees bent, he was able to absorb a bit more of the impact and even push off the hammer. Despite the mild improvement, after countless failures, he was still sent flying face first into the ground, with nothing but dirt and grass in his mouth to show for it. When he had been too battered and bruised to continue, the huntress had begrudgingly let the idea go and they returned with the needed Konchu materials to end their quest.

That night, he had barely managed to make it home, and rather than crawling to bed he had simply flopped down on the floor and fell asleep. He awoke to find that a blanket had been tossed onto him, and he made it a point to thank his catty housekeeper the following morning.

Koryn opened his eyes as the memory came to an end. The soothing temperature of the water had grown tepid and less effective, telling him it was time he got out. With a heavy sigh he groped around the bottom of the tub, finding the small chain and stopper and pulled it up. The sound of the water running through the drain made him pause until the water level had dropped enough where he could extract himself from the tub without drenching the wooden lacquered floors. He reached for the towel that lay on the small stool and patted himself off. His arms still protested, but the feeling was more a dull throb than an aching pain. He wrapped the cloth around his waist as he walked through the heavy tarp into his living space.

The room was by far bigger than the one he had exited, though its sheer size was mostly due to the lack of furnishing. His bed, which he felt was too large for a single hunter to occupy, was pressed up against the wall furthest from the entrance. The heavy furs and soft bedding had been a greatly appreciated luxury to the young hunter, especially having slept on a makeshift bed in a far to small workshop for the past few months was the only comparison he could make in recent memory. At the foot of the bed there rest a large old wooden trunk. The age showed in the metal binding were a brownish patina had begun to form, and the small mars and scruffs that appeared on the treated wood. Despite this it was solidly built. The trunk was meant for his hunting supplies, though it currently only held his twin blades and a few items he took out for the hunt. The hunter was quiet surprised as the interior of the trunk seemed far greater than its outer appearance let on, but he did not question the phenomenon, instead just pleased it would become very useful. Along the right wall, directly across from the washroom, was an old dresser were he kept his casual and comfortable attire neatly folded thanks to his housekeeper.

The small mirror that hung just above it reflected his image at himself, and he took a moment to study the figure in it. Small scars crossed along his forearms, he could count about half a dozen at first glance, though he knew there was probably double that if he looked. It was thanks to his complexion they did not show up, despite being in front of the forge and out hunting he was still on the light tan side of skin tone. A series of old stitches along his left shoulder, told him his wound was healing. The small wound was from a Great Jaggi that had caught him off guard and snapped at him. He found it kind of amusing the bipedal monsters all seemed to go straight for the throat and shoulders, be it a drome or jaggi they all seemed to know how to best neutralize a targets ability to fight back in similar ways. He mused with how much longer before the stitches could come out, and let his eyes trail from the dresser to the small potted plant that sat on top of it.

The tiny round and prickly plant was called a cactus. No bigger than the size of his fist, the small plant had been a house warming gift from Zenna. The odd looking plant grew en mass in the desserts around her hometown. They required little water and maintenance to grow, and were best suited for the dry climates she was from. He had excitedly pined over the potted plant the first few days he had it, giving it the small water it needed. He half expected to see the thing grow before his eyes, but it had not seemingly done so, though it still stayed a very healthy green. His friend had been overcome with the giggles when he had been down one day and learned it was because the plant had not gotten any bigger. Wiping her eyes she explained that they grew very slowly, but if he needed a sign that it was doing well he had to look for buds, small little protrusions that developed and would flower. She even explained that if he did well, he would grow a cactus fruit from it, and the idea of growing food had greatly renewed his interest. He glanced over the barbed surface of the plant, seeing only tiny buds growing at the very top.

Tearing his eyes away from the plant, he looked at the armor stand that stood not far from the dresser. This had been a gift from Vul'kan, the wyverian had given it mostly because he had been planning to throw it out. Koryn found the claim a bit far-fetched, as he was aware the stand was among the new ones they had made for display at the shop. Rather than question it, he accepted the gift from his mentor graciously and was now putting it to good use. The armor that adorned the wooden mannequin was his current set. The metal armor he wore was adorned with the hide of a Great Jaggi, the very one that had given him his current wound, and he was thankful the pinkish flesh had tanned to become a more vibrant a deeper hue of red violet and warmer colors. The leggings and guards however were the crustacean like platting of the Yian Kut-Ku. he had learned the light weight plating was nearly as strong as any metal he could forge. Wanting to show off his achievement, he had fashioned them. His eyes went down to look at the boots and knee guards. These however had been crafted from the same kill, but for different reasons. In Zenna's desire to use him like a living missile, he had thought less weight might help her with control. So the boots were made to allow him less drag, while also absorbing the impact should he land on the ground. That was never the case though, as the seasons of "practice" had only resulted in him mostly eating dirt. His metal helmet was still the one he had used against the same creature, but it was adorned with a styles bit of its "ears" made to look like a feathered plumage rather than an odd fan.

The soft sound of paws broke him from his thoughts, and he looked down to see his small housekeeper looking up at him, a feline grin on his muzzle. "I have prepared your cloths Meowster Koryn." He smiled and kindly thanked the housekeeper. The tan and brown felyne gave a small bow and returned to his small dwelling beside the front door. Koryn looked at the tiny little house, it was only big enough for the cat to sleep in comfortably. Not for the first time he pondered about getting Chamberlyne something as thanks, maybe a nicer bedding, or even a small something to busy himself with. The cat after all took care of things when he was gone, which was not much at the moment, but it included looking after his prized cactus should he be gone for a long time.

Deciding to make a decision later he quickly pulled on the freshly washed and dried underclothes, tunic and pants. The olive green material of his tunic and the light grey pants were what he wore if he knew he would not be hunting. As Zenna had deemed today a day to think of how to fix the current rate of their progress for the "Koryn Aerial Tactic" attack or "K.A.T" she dubbed it for the sake of convenience. He found it odd, and thought anyone who overheard, would think the pair were nothing but felyne enthusiast, but he did not object to the naming.

Koryn on the other hand had been thinking of ways to have their little team building exercises on hold. Currently any notion of stopping entirely was met with teary eyes from the huntress. He had learned guilt tripping, in addition to her impressive use of the hammer, and witty humor was among her few traits. It was amusing when not directed at him, but he found himself powerless to her charms, if one could call them that.

"You're whipped boy! Kyahahaha!" Vul'kans taunting echoed in his mind for a moment. At the time he had no idea what the word "whipped" meant, aside from the torturous act of actually flogging a person. He had learned however it meant that if he was in a romantic relationship, he was obviously not the one wearing the proverbial pants in the relationship. The notion had caused his face to flush in a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment. When he had brought the topic up in side conversation, he had noticed a similar reaction from Zenna, though much less pronounced as her complexion was more tanned and golden from the sun. He shook her image from his mind and finished getting ready.

"I'll be back later Chamberlyne," he replied to the room, knowing the felyne would hear.

He closed the door behind him and walked out into the early night. The sun was just begging to settle, and he knew the guild hall would be busy, a perfect time for the two to have side conversations without someone overhearing them. The need for secrecy was lost to him, but Zenna seemed to enjoy the idea of being clever and spry, so he did not say anything against it. It really did not change their usual dynamic, it only added a new source of conversation for the two to mull over, while not ridiculously drunk.

"I think we really had it that last time," the huntress proudly proclaimed as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She seemed to remember the last time he had failed to properly land from being knocked skyward as a greater success than he did. What he remembered was the eye watering pain as he nearly broke his wrist as he tried to catch himself before colliding into the not so soft ground. Despite the grassy areas they had chosen to practice, he found the two inches of green turf to only be a mild balm to his woes.

Koryn simply nodded his head, thinking of ways to get himself out of more attempts for the near future. He had learned, painfully, that mentioning there height difference as a reason for failure, only ended up with greater determination on her part, though a lack of concentration that only left him winded and sprawled flat on his back. That and any mention of him being the taller of the two, she seemed to take personal and would grow quiet an upset, a mood he found unsettling and frightening.

He took a slow drink from his cup, honestly hardly trying to quench his thirst and more trying to cause a brief pause in their conversation. It was at this moment Zenna had rotated her shoulder, clearly feeling a bit of strain herself.

"Ugh...damn," she grunted with discomfort "Need to really see about adjusting those shoulder straps," the huntress moved her arm in a windmill like motion, seemingly smoothing out a chip in her shoulder. His eyes suddenly lit up as his brain worked rapidly. He had found a way to give himself some solace from his aching limbs.

"That's it!" he slammed his cup down with such a sound that it caused not only the green eyed huntress, but several others to leap as if the hall had been under attack.

"W-whats it?" the raven haired huntress asked, still a bit shaken from his outburst.

"The reason we can't seem to get it," he looked at her as if expecting the answer to suddenly dawn on her, when it didn't he pushed on "Your armor...maybe its getting in the way...you know...heavier weight and all that," he mumbled that last part in the hopes it made his reasoning sound more believable. He watched as she seemed to think it over in her mind, her deep green eyes looked up thoughtfully, and then they rested on him.

"You really think a change of armor will help?" she questioned him, though it was clear it was for reassurance rather than skepticism.

"Absolutely!" his eyes seemed to glow with a bright energy "I mean...my armor now is way lighter than ever...not to mention stronger and the plating slides over one another causing little hindrance in movement," his passion for craft was clearly driving him forward, and he went on and on for several minutes before it was clear he had influenced her next course of action.

"Alright..so then a change in armor might be it...but who would make it?"

"I'll do it!"

At this he saw her eyes drop down, and she was staring in her lap. The sudden change in her body language caused a bit of confusion. He realized though he had just offered to make her armor, not that it was a difficult task, depending on the material it would be easy for him. It was just, in order for it to be perfect for her, he would need to intrude upon her personal space. It dawned on him the idea of being measured might cause her alarm and he quickly regretted his rash offer. Before he could utter an apology though she was looking at him.

"Alright...," that was all she said. Koryn did not seem to notice the slight flush in her cheeks, nor the glimmer in her eyes. Be he smiled widely and nodded.

"Alright"

The two hunters continued to chat, all the while there meals seemed forgotten. They had decided to try a new place, as they both agreed with his new ranking the guild allowed him to travel to new areas deemed difficult for first time hunters to tread. Zenna seemed knowledgeable of many places, though admittedly she had never been to a few on her own, or had rarely ventured there. One place that seemed to stand out to the young blacksmith though was called the "Sunken Hollow". The name alone caused his imagine to wonder to dark and deep places. He was even more pleased when she told him what she knew of it.

"It's supposedly an inactive volcano," she explained, the two still consuming there cold meals. " I heard a few of the older hunters mention monsters that are really hard to handle, but that's usually if you go really deep into the depths of the place," the fiery eyed teen listened with batted breath. The thought of glimmering gemstones and exotic materials they would find in such a mysterious place had his creative mind boiling with anticipation. It was little surprise he insisted that they go there. The green eyed huntress was not against the proposal, and if anything seemed more excited than her friend.

"Alright, in two days we'll go," they agreed upon. After the two quickly consumed what remained of their food, they gave a quick goodbye before turning in for the night.

Koryn had all but ran back to his small shelter, careful not to startle his feline housekeeper. The feeling of success made him giddy. He had bought himself some time to recover, and was looking forward to exploring a new place along with Zenna. He had a feeling they would take a few days perhaps trying to mine and unearth materials in the foreign realm. He knew he would need to grab supplies for a long excursion in the morning, but for now he needed sleep.

Hurriedly he removed his clothing, save for a light shirt and trousers that he usually slept in. Once his mind had begun to calm, he bade his felyne roommate a quick goodnight and turned in.

Sleep took the monster hunter shortly after, but it was not as restful as he had hoped. In the middle of the night, his thoughts became images of a frightening nature. The ground around him seemed to tremble, and open up. He felt himself sink into the floor, watching as the world above quickly sank away as he dropped deeper and deeper. Suddenly the opening he fell through closed shut, and he awoke with a start. His heart had been racing and he felt a cold sweat roll down his brow. He realized he must not have been asleep for long, as the night was still very young.

"It's just a dream," he mumbled to himself. He sighed softly, and tried to remember the feeling he had felt. The sound of his heart beating in his ears was all that seemed to break the silence of the night. Slowly the thrumming of his pulse began to steady and his nerves grew calm. As the seconds dragged on the memory seemed to fade along with his heart rate, and he seemingly forgot what he had even been so worked up about. With a steady yawn, he pulled his covers over himself and turned back into his bed, once more falling asleep.

- Chapter End-

A/N: Here is chapter 8. Sorry not a lot of hunting going on this one. With events happening I managed to make a bit of a light filler chapter, but I hope you all enjoy. The next chapter coming up could possibly be a long one, but I plan to try and have it up before the beginning of October. Already have a few iterations of it, just going through a bit of polish and shine. I am always refining my way of writing and my way or structuring the story, so in advance I apologize if I make writing or structural choices in my chaptyers that drastically differ from previous chapters. Upon reviewing earlier chapters I also noticed I had left out a few character developing opportunities and so I am trying to fit them into the newer ones without it seeming too rushed or just thrown in.

For those who may wonder about my choices, well I can say a lot of them are made with I suppose realistic thinking in mind. I know the Monster Hunter world may not make a lot of sense sometimes *cough* flexing when you heal *cough* sharpening a hammer *cough*, and I am trying to I guess add realism to it. I can say in future chapters things might get very real and very gruesome.

I want to thank those who have send me feedback and comments, it really keeps me going and helps me see what my readers want. I got a few suggestions now for beast which honestly a few of them were ones I had wanted to add in future chapters, so I see you all have good taste, but there were also a few I had not considered and now am really trying to think how best they can fit in.

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