A Day in the Forest (III)
You strike the flint. Sparks fly and within moments a small fire has started burning on the bed of hastily gathered twigs and leaves. As white smoke rises into the air, the beast turns in your direction. A low, guttural burbling floats out from its open mouth. If you wanted a distraction, this has worked wonders – the beast has shifted its attention away from the woman even before the fire has grown to any appreciable size. Was it sensitive to the smoke or the fire? You have no idea, just as you have no idea why you are suddenly flying through the air.
Your flight is brought to a sudden stop by a tree, sending waves of pain rippling up and down your spine. Scrambling to your feet unsteadily, you look up to see the beast padding towards you, stopping short of the fire which lies between you and it. Glistening saliva drips off the yellow fangs in its maw. Its many, many eyes are all focused upon a single target. Namely, you.
The beast’s tail waves about in the air threateningly, and then, with little warning, it appears to extend and swing towards you. You have never seen any animal capable of making its tail longer on demand in such a manner, but this is no time to be impressed. You barely manage to roll under the swing, your reflexes bailing you out. The elongated tail slams into the tree behind you. The tree makes a loud crack as the wood splinters on impact. Had you taken that attack head on, it would probably have hurt a lot. A lot more than your master’s blows, that is for sure.
The tail retracts, and then whips towards you yet again, with the beast itself seeming to have no intention of stepping beyond the fire. You barely avoid that attack too, stumbling around desperately in your attempt. Embers are sent flying by the force of the tail’s swing, landing and sparking small fires wherever they land.
The pulsating red streaks across its body glow brightly. It howls. Raising its head up to the skies, it lets out a high-pitched howl. As if in answer, the small fires roar to life, forming a ring of flames around you and the monstrous beast. You have heard from your master, in passing, of the soul instruments which people named Astras. Your master happens to be the owner of a simple bow Astra, which enhanced the flight of arrows with the power of the wind. He would use it to hunt on his own, and guarded it jealously even from you, his apprentice. You find yourself briefly wondering if this beast is using an Astra, although you dismiss the notion just as quickly. It’s an animal. How would it be using a tool?
But there is no more time to think about such things. The tail comes about once more, aiming for your head. You duck this one with more composure. The tail attacks are very fast, but also rather monotonous, and always come from the same angle. If that is all it is going to do, you might be able to survive this.
You consider your options. Your bow is ruined, having been slung from your back – smashing into a tree back-first didn’t do it any favours. You have a dagger, and… nothing else. Turning your back to the beast now that you have its attention, in such close proximity, would be dangerous. And so, you suppose that you don’t really have any options. You draw your dagger and glare at it, trying to muster up enough courage and bravado to fight for your survival.
Just for an instant, the snout of the beast wrinkles, the maw widening almost imperceptibly, as if in a grin. The tail comes for the fourth time. You dodge… and are promptly blindsided by another blow, sending you tumbling across the ground like a ragdoll. You feel a sharp, biting pain, and clutch your sides. It feels like you have been cut up by something sharp. Blood seeps from between your fingers. Gritting your teeth and enduring the agony, you glance up at the beast. You see that it now has two tails. If you were not convinced before, you are now. This thing is far beyond your comprehension, beyond any of your expectations.
But then, the beast does something that surprises you. As if it had suddenly lost all interest in you, it turns away from you, back towards the woman that it attacked.
***
Your plan hadn’t worked as you expected. Now, with no idea at all of what might happen next, against an overwhelmingly powerful foe, you find a singular emotion rising to the fore, driving your next action.
A. Regretting your decision to get involved, you take this chance to crawl away. This was never your fight, and you have no real reason to stick around. In the end, self-preservation wins out; your life is worth much more to you than saving some stranger.
B. Perhaps it is just childish stubbornness, but you can still endure the pain. You get back on your feet and decide to make it regret turning its back. You have lived life with little thought of what it meant to you so far, and though you might be too young to truly understand at the moment, you might be able to find some meaning in saving others.
C. You succumb to the fear, and stop thinking. Your mind goes blank, and you leave to your body to handle whatever comes next.
D. You pray. Curled up on the ground, you are plunged into despair, causing you to seek aid from some higher power, whatever there is, hoping it will resolve everything.