Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

What makes us greedy

After a night filled with harmful thoughts about the strange man she had just met, and a morning sharing her campfire with him, while they planned the approach to the great beast; Ghaoil followed the plan they made still with doubt in her chest, watching over not only her safety but also that of the others she protected.

Perhaps the excitement of meeting another old war soldier had taken hold of her for a moment, at least that's what she thought.

The Hunter maintained his description even when he was near the other survivors who cast suspicious glances and whispered their doubts to the others, often looking at the tank in disbelief at such a huge pile of iron that was still moving.

Why did he make us wait until noon? – Already ready on one of the Lancer cars, this time Creideamh would command the three while the two vehicles with the greatest firepower followed behind to prepare their shots – Attacking under this scorching sun does us no good.

I don't know either, but I think this will be his ace up his sleeve, even so keep an eye out, the sun's brightness can distract us and give him a chance to do anything against us.

Right – The vehicles were started when the engines of the huge tank were heard – We are ready.

Five lethally armed vehicles emerged from hiding places in the trees and headed in a line towards the final battle, Ghaoil leading the pack, with the large tank at the back of the line.

Mothachadh had traveled a few miles, he was in a more open place, where only sand colored the horizon. They found him in a short time, the Hunter looked at the panel of his weapon, blinking in warning about the excessive amount of energy he was consuming, he should act quickly, his triumph could explode with him inside if he didn't unload a few shots.

Before he could make any movement, a chill ran down the Hunter's spine, a sensation that announced hungry eyes staring straight at him through the thick metal that separated him from the outside world. It was an unmistakable sensation, he knew who was watching him.

Attention – His voice echoed across the open sand fields, reaching the other members in a short time – He knows of our presence.

He? You mean Mothachadh ? – Asks a disbelieving Creideamh

No, definitely not, Mothachadhs don't notice before-

BEWARE! – The Hunter’s warning comes too late.

The cars scatter in a rush as a terrifying shadow blocks them from the sun and descends at full speed, remorselessly trampling whoever is underneath. Much to everyone's surprise, it is the Mothachadh who attacks first.

Is this serious?! – Starting the attack having to retreat from the battle, the Lancers decide to flank before receiving any order, they thought they would get past Mothachadh 's blind spots and attack him from behind before he realized.

Beware! He knows what they are planning! – The Hunter's warnings are barely heeded. A Lancer is immediately shot down when one of the colossal hooves he was riding on tramples the sand and launches a huge wave that collides, triumphing over the weight of the vehicle, and buries it in the ground.

Damn! – Being part of the two main slaughterers, there was little Ghaoil could do to recover his ally from his grave, all he could do was focus on the threat in front of him.

Leave it to me , Ghaoil ! – Another Lancer rushes to his companion's rescue, carefully maneuvering his car under the great beast, until he reaches the pile that holds his friend trapped.

The Lancer manning the machine gun in the buried car was unconscious , the impact his body took when it hit the wave of sand rendered his bones useless soon after. The driver was dead inside the truck, the window almost shattered by the weight of the sand that crushed the vehicle.

While the Second Lancer rescued the First's survivor, the Hunter caught the beast's attention with the first shot. A well-placed shot, which took out a large part of the beast's left head – ... Not good – said the Hunter when he saw the beast still standing, even though part of its brain was on the ground.

Ghaoil Dìon , listen – The voice reports its knowledge again – He has two brains, we have to find out where the second one is – A challenge, a disadvantageous addition, and a condition that could have been studied further if it had not been discovered only in the heat of battle.

Okay... Okay – She was worried about her boys in the middle of Mothachadh , Creideamh was in the Third Lancer and was waiting for a resolution from the two main slaughterers.

Minutes pass between the vehicles circling and distracting the beast, taking its attention away from the rescue right below. The Hunter was looking for confirmation of his hypothesis, observing the beast's response time, fast even though half of its brain was exposed and brains fell to the ground.

Ghaoil Dìon , I found it.

Where?

Further down the head, between the nostril and the neck, I need you to break that bony part.

Leave it to me – Finally, the triumph of Ghaoil is turned on , the cannon that begins to spin its barrel while whistles and sparks jump from its engine.

The shot comes with a deafening boom, as fast and invisible as the wind itself, destroying the Beast's throat with an impact that sends him flying backwards.

... – The tank begins to glow again, this time almost outshining the Sun itself.

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No! They're still down there! – screams the desperate leader, seeing that the huge body would crush her men.

... Shit.

The Hunter's chance begins to slip away, while the beast struggles, stomping on the sand, soon hitting a spot so close to where the Lancers were that it buries the first one even more, and this time takes the second one with it, also in the middle of the dunes.

No! Shit!

Tsk – It was up to the Hunter to choose the fate of those two Lancers, his time was running out and the Lancers had a little less time – Come on... Help them... Please...

The Mothachadh once again lowered his paw, ready to slaughter the warriors buried by the sand, when he was surprised by a shot that destroyed his paw, spreading his dark blood over the light sand.

This is your chance, rescue them – The Hunter acted in solidarity, a step forward for himself, one step closer to becoming human again.

Creideamh does not respond orally to the command, but instead runs towards the men – Ghaoil Dion , prepare another shot – The cannon shines again, but this time it has a greater glow than usual, twice as strong and a thousand times as apparently cruel, this would be the decisive shot.

Now or never ... – Again the air enrages Ghaoil 's cannon , energizing it so violently as it prepares a devastating shot – Tell me where.

Wait... – The final attack was delayed by the rescue being executed, the last Lancer vehicle sped back with the men in it.

The Mothachadh would not let them escape, and tried again to target them with the huge waves of sand that would come from crushing its paw, even if it was destroyed – The paw, now! – In seconds, the shot went through what was left of the creature's paw, making it finally scream in excruciating pain, it was the Hunter's chance.

His shot fires a beam of light stronger than normal, thundering all the surroundings with a boom as loud as the beam that had reached the skies and colored its own blue and white among the orange and yellow that predominated there, passing through the creature's entire head as it entered its mouth and came out imposingly in a matter of moments.

My God – In the middle of the endless road, the horizon of Neo-chiontas is surprised by a beam of energy that colors the dead sky before his eyes – What was that?

That... is him – She had found him.

The car next to them signals for them to stop, Gràin deeply disagrees, but decides to give them freedom. They stop on top of a huge dry tree, with few branches since most of it had fallen to the ground. The men get out, uneasy about what they saw.

Grain – Imcheist kept his temper in order.

What? – As for Gràin , he didn't want to waste time there, not with his prey now located.

Did you see that?

Yes, I saw it.

By any chance?....was that what we were hunting?

Yes. Yes Imcheist , that was it.

A small commotion occurred among the men, concern and fear hung in the air.

I understand...

If you're scared, go back with your men, I'll get that thing myself.

You know me girl, I don't back down from the enemy, you know that.

So what's the problem here?

At the moment...... You.

She is surprised, with a quick punch to her injured eye, making her retreat for seconds long enough to give Imcheist the advantage. Gràin is overcome by his strength, while Neo is pulled out of the car by the other two men.

What are you doing?! – Gràin is rendered almost powerless to take action, beaten by the Imcheist himself , who showed little remorse for his action.

Following my orders, girl – One of the men throws a rope to Imcheist , who throws it over one of the dry branches of the tree – Dìoghaltas never forgives those who betray the Sin , even if they go through the reconciliation ritual, you marked your grave the moment you stepped there, girl, but your talk of a tank as strong as anything we've ever welded, kept you alive until you could guide us to it, and you did, so your usefulness has already come to an end.

You... bastard.

Sorry girl, it's Ghaltas ' orders – he wraps the rope around Gràin 's neck , and heads to the other end – I'm not proud of it.

No! Gràin ! Nooooo ! – Neo 's desperate screams could be heard beyond Gràin 's pain .

What the hell! Get that girl out of here! Don't let her see this! – Imcheist shouts , bothered by the desperate screams.

Let's fill her mouth so she doesn't say anything else! - Says one of the men, smiling cruelly.

Don't even think about it you idiots, you know how Ghaltas treats rapists, and so do I, don't expect me to hide the things you do.

Alright boss, what do we do with her?

Tie her to the stocks, she chose to follow this idiot here, so she will die with her – He turns his attention to Gràin , as he lifts his sleeves before he begins to slowly raise his struggling body as he swallows the words he cannot say.

Gràin 's purple blade , pinning it to the ground – Sorry girl, really – Leaving her struggling while Neo cried with a gag over her mouth and tied over the dead trunk, Imcheist retreats in his vehicle, warming up his engine again – Wait here for a few minutes and then follow me to that forest over there, make sure she's dead, and don't touch the girl.

Yes boss.

...

Her vision darkened, she saw the endless road, fading away, while her car, in someone else's hands, traveled along it until it reached the man she had been hunting so hard.

Neo 's cries hid along with the darkness and the cold that Gràin 's body had begun to feel, she heard whispers from the men, saying something about no one watching them there, that it would be a waste to leave so much flesh there to rot, as dead and cold as it would become later, as hot, irresistible and defenseless as it was now.

It was her end, so much effort, only to end up there, hanging in the middle of nothing. So much persistence, so much suffering, so much pain, paving the way for the desire that made her move forward, uselessly surrendered on a rope that hung her over the ground she had walked so much on.

It was his end...

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end

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end end end

end end end end end end no end end end end end not end end end not end end end NOT end end end NOOO end...end...

IT WASN'T THE END. IT WASN'T THE END. NO. NO. NO

That figure, she called to him, she cried out for another chance.

GGGGRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!

CONTINUE!...

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Upon opening her eyes, when her vision began to clear again, Gràin saw rivers of blood, running over the ground, coming from two bodies dismembered with hatred. She also saw Neo , leaning naked on the trunk, staring at her with fear in her eyes.

Gràin ... you... – Tears streamed down her frightened face, but they weren't from pain, they were for something that was going to happen to her, prevented by her savior.

Nnnnnrgh – He could barely stand, or say any words, the rope had done serious damage to his voice – Nngrh – He pointed at the dead men.

It was... you who did it, it was so fast, they... they were distracted tearing off my clothes when suddenly we heard the branches breaking, and you came running screaming with the sword, and... they didn't even have a way to defend themselves.

Nrgh – She stands up, begins to loosen the rope that was tightening her neck, tighter than when it was hanging her.

Are you okay? I... couldn't see how you escaped.

Nnnrgh .

Enough, don't try too hard, you're not able to talk much.

Carr... – Pointing to the car, she extends her hand to Neo , and takes her to the vehicle where she then takes off a cloak to cover her body, her clothes had been torn by the brutes that lay there in pieces.

With Neo in the car, Gràin soon takes the wheel and tears through the road in pursuit of Imcheist .

Gràin ... Gràin wait, how did you manage to escape? Why are you going after that man? And why... do you have that expression?... – Neo couldn't help but notice, that pale expression, with bulging eyes, and grinding his metal teeth as he drove faster and faster, was an expression worthy of nightmares.

They soon find the man, parked meters behind where the dry forest began, hidden in the shade provided by an advertising sign that was almost ready to fall. The car stops right behind him, and doesn't even attract a glance from the man, who thought it was his henchmen who had just arrived.

Gràin ... What are you going to do?

Nnnnrggh ...

Grain ...

Stay......here....