Snippet #1273081

Theos charged into the fray, dodging the whirling tail of the blinded Rathalos. From the smell of things, however, the Rathalos would not be whirling for much longer. There was a very distinct smell of anesthetic in the air, which meant that either the Gunner was shooting the wyvern full of Sleep rounds, or the bow-wielder was firing arrows dipped in a sleep toxin at the Rathalos. Either way, the wyvern was going to sleep shortly.

Looking around, he spotted the Gunner that had saved his life not long ago.

“Come on!” He yelled, waving his hand in the direction of the village. “If we go now, we can make it back before this fight gets out of control. I’m not about to let someone die on account of me.”

With that said, Theos turned around and began running back to Kokoto. It was a long way, but with the Rathalos asleep, he was sure he would make it…

That is, until the green wyvern landed in front of him.

Now, few people realize that the Rathian, the female counter-part of the Rathalos, are in fact more dangerous than the males. The Rathalos is packed with brute strength and cunning, charged with the protection of the nest and the baby wyverns. The Rathian is designated to hunt for the food, thus having much more experience in combat. All in all, Theos was in danger. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.