[ There's no answer, and Claude realizes he'll just have to hope for the best. That the lack of answer isn't due to severe injury, or worse - is there a worse? He's deeply unfamiliar with someone disappearing without reappearing somewhere else nearby, the closest connection he can make being a Warp spell meant just for that purpose, and now isn't the time to puzzle through that mystery.
The torcainse's rage reaches new levels when a spear appears lodged deep in its side in a way that will be fatal. Eventually, anyway, since right now it continues to struggle. Claude takes that as a good sign given that it seems to match the one the other man used on their last prey. Meaning there's only one person that could've come from since no one else has announced their arrival to help out, so. He'll have to believe things are relatively fine.
But now the beast traps itself and he pauses for a second, both to catch his breath through the rush of adrenaline and give himself a tiny amount of time to plan his next move. He can see that the wounds are severe, and the longer this goes on the more likely other predators - possibly even bigger and angrier ones - are called to where they are. The torcainse succeeds in tiring itself out even more so that when Claude draws an arrow, it's an easy shot to make through its other eye to put it to rest.
The woods are eerily calm as he leans a hand against a tree trunk to prop himself up and clears his throat like that'll get rid of the itching feeling brought about by the burning smell which seems to refuse to dissipate even now. Hopefully soon, if they're lucky, or maybe they need to be on the move.
Since there was no answer before Claude's unsure about calling out again, if the other man can hear him - if he's hopefully in one piece. Nothing to do but squint like it'll focus his eyes to peer through the darkness with more ease as he pushes himself up from his lean to walk their surroundings carefully in search of his hunting partner. There's enough blood around that Claude now can't tell what or who it once belonged to, which only raises his concern now that quiet falls over them again. ]
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The torcainse's rage reaches new levels when a spear appears lodged deep in its side in a way that will be fatal. Eventually, anyway, since right now it continues to struggle. Claude takes that as a good sign given that it seems to match the one the other man used on their last prey. Meaning there's only one person that could've come from since no one else has announced their arrival to help out, so. He'll have to believe things are relatively fine.
But now the beast traps itself and he pauses for a second, both to catch his breath through the rush of adrenaline and give himself a tiny amount of time to plan his next move. He can see that the wounds are severe, and the longer this goes on the more likely other predators - possibly even bigger and angrier ones - are called to where they are. The torcainse succeeds in tiring itself out even more so that when Claude draws an arrow, it's an easy shot to make through its other eye to put it to rest.
The woods are eerily calm as he leans a hand against a tree trunk to prop himself up and clears his throat like that'll get rid of the itching feeling brought about by the burning smell which seems to refuse to dissipate even now. Hopefully soon, if they're lucky, or maybe they need to be on the move.
Since there was no answer before Claude's unsure about calling out again, if the other man can hear him - if he's hopefully in one piece. Nothing to do but squint like it'll focus his eyes to peer through the darkness with more ease as he pushes himself up from his lean to walk their surroundings carefully in search of his hunting partner. There's enough blood around that Claude now can't tell what or who it once belonged to, which only raises his concern now that quiet falls over them again. ]