It may have been the sudden movement or just the screaming almost girly that caught the attention of the beast, but as Sama’el charged, the giant rabbit spun towards him, letting out a growl. It lunged at Sama’el, just as the sword was being swung towards the beast. The resulting collision found the beast’s left eye cut cleanly into, causing a blood curdling howl as Sam’s blade was knocked free from his hands, Sam himself being knocked back to the ground, left with the choice to either go and retrieve his weapon, or continue on hand to hand.
Just as the transformed monstrosity was shaking the burning pain of the Sam’s attack from it’s body, a second attack came as Vanator’s axe came swinging down on the great beast, digging firmly into the flesh of its neck as a spray of blood splattered against’ Vanator’s chest, and another echoing howl raged out from the monster.
Just as quickly as things had began, they soon began to end as the giant rabbit suddenly began to drag its neck along the ground, in a primitive, vain attempt to somehow heal its own wound. The Pycon took advantage before anyone else, swarming over the creature like locusts on a field, stabbing into it with miniature spears, knives and the jagged edges of their own bodies. Some went so far as to begin biting the creature, but only managing a mouth full of fur.
Eventually the creature laid still and silent along the ground, its blood pooling and its continuing shallow and slowing breaths marking its end was near. They Pycon all began to gather around the cave the rabbit had emerged from, a few of them going in. Before long, the sounds of grunts and something being dragged could be heard and soon the small clay people could be seen dragging a sack out from the cave.
Alliria slowly approached the sack, unwinding the rope that held it closed before she began crawling inside, the sound of coin clinking around as Miza’s began being flung out and scattering along the ground. Eventually, the Pycon backed out of the bag, holding in her hands a small miniature statue of the wizard who had created their race. All of the Pycon’s fell silent, dropping to their knees for a moment. Alliria then looked to the gathered group, a soft smile forming along her clay lips. “We thank you for you aid in the slaying of this creature. Hopefully the one who stole our item and set this creature here to guard it will trouble us no further. Please, accept the coin remaining in the sack as reward for your efforts and as further apology by us for the thefts. We have no need of such currency.”
As the Pycon troupe then began to move past the rest, returning to their own caves they had emerged from, Sama’el was the first to feel the slight tug along his pant leg. Looking down, he saw a small Pycon standing there before him, a wry smile on his face. “I find you interesting for some reason. Think I’ll tag along with you for a while. My name is Pip.” The Pycon said, before abruptly crawling into Sama’el’s nearest pocket, begin no larger than three inches tall.
Soon, Eldon felt a tugging along his pant leg as well, looking down to see a four inch, female Pycon standing before him. “Hi, my name is Sylvi. I haven’t seen much of the world beyond the caves. Would it be alright if I traveled with you? I can help you in some way and won’t be a bother.” And before even being answered, the Pycon soon began climbing Eldon’s pant leg, finding a pocket of her own to travel in.
Other Pycon would be seen forming partnerships of sorts with the others in the group who hadn’t left the field early on, each of them introducing themselves and finding a small resting place along the party member’s person to travel in. And thus the party was left with coin and the trophy of an odd beast to claim as their own. Their travel had been met with certain oddities throughout, but in the end, they had set out what they had meant to. Sort of. |