Kokoto Village

Gwen hadn't even finished cleaning her arrows when she noticed smoke rising into the air. Is that a campfire or something else? she didn't really have to question it; she had to go out.
"I'll be right back," she said to whoever might've been listening. There wasn't a reply. Her fingers tightly clutched her bow. The village was unnaturally silent. Her only company on the street were a cat chasing a rat. Her feet scraped against the rocky ground, and she winced. She was being incredibly loud.
Deciding against slow and stealthy, she broke into a run, past the thin line of trees that surrounded thee village. The pond, about a quarter mile away, someone had just crawled out of it and hurled something at a- Rathalos? Gwen blinked. So that was why everything was so silent. Turning her head quickly to the side, she saw another man attacking the beast. Driving it into town? No, it was just fleeing whatever the man had thrown at it.
Instinctively drawing her bow, notching an arrow, and taking careful aim, Gwen remembered what she was dealing with. The typical stuff ran through her head. Weak spots. Eyes, underbelly, the inside of their legs, even. As the monster barreled to her, she seemed like the weak girl trying to solely defend this village. Heh.
She drew the arrow back and let it fly, aiming to the beasts's eye. It missed, instead thwacking above it. The Rathalos kept moving as though it hadn't been hit. Gwen silently cursed and notched another arrow, but the monster was too close and moving too quickly. "May as well try," she muttered, and just as it passed her, she let the arrow go once more. It found it's mark in the monster's left eye. The thing roared and blindly let out a burst of flame in her general direction. She sidestepped, but a little on the side of her arm and leg had been singed. She kept moving, knowing the pain wouldn't register until later-ish, so she'd be good. The arrow was still lodged in the beast's eye. So now it was half-blinded, furious, in pain, and probably seeking revenge for Gwen's shot. It began to head towards her, it's mangled eye now useless. It had been robbed of one use, and if she could shoot the other one..
No chance. She had to back away, slowly, fear began to build. She was too close to this thing. She looked around or the two men before, surely they'd still be here. Yes. Just don't die. That's my main goal right now.

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.

Gwen made a snap decision. That guy had distracted the Rathalos enough for her to slip away. She would have loved to climb a tree and have a bit of a better vantage point to look around, but there was still the matter of the dragon. Dragons, she corrected herself miserably, a yet another green beast landed near them. She cursed silently, and took some more steps back to gain distance. The monster approached one of the men, and she was stuck over whether to distract the monster to save him - or at least try. This thing she wasn't too familiar with. Gotta get back into the studying junk, she thought as he fingers tightened on the arrow, drawing it back. This particular arrow had been dulled and was practically useless without a good sharpening. Perfect.
She released it, and winced directly afterwards. The arrow struck the line of muscle between the wing and chest, where the forearm should be. The dull tip didn't even penetrate it's flesh, it bounced off near the man's feet. But it did serve as a distraction. The dragon whirled around and raised it's wings, flexing it's talons as it looked around for it's attacker. This thing was fast.
Unfortunately,Gwen had not brought any of her usual tricks or fancy stuff with her. She had just come outside to check. She took a step to the side, already another arrow notched. The dragon wasn't approaching her, more confused. It couldn't quite pick a target yet. Gwen glanced back at the tranquilized beast. It was on the ground, barely struggling against the affects of the shot. It wouldn't be awake for more than two minutes. And by then, we might be dead. she thought grimly. Gwen wasn't sure whether to take another shot. Drawing it's attention would mean death, surely. But she couldn't let these guys die right there. She also doubted she could make a shot at this one's eye, it was keeping all of it's defenses up high.
"Where to shoot?!" she said loudly enough for one of them to hear. She didn't have a clue .. These guys obviously knew what they were doing. Hopefully.

"Ignore it and run!" Shouted the advantaged Bertius, he was the furthest away and though it rather fitting to load another couple of tranquilers. If it had worked on Dad it might make Mum, or at least make her groggy enough so that she couldn't be bothered to follow them. Bertuis hugged the cliff's edge, walking it around in the direction of the village, managing to keep his eyes on the action, one shot flew and smacked the female beast on it's tail, It would have been better but for some reason the deviation of his rounds was getting worse, yet the recoil was getting lighter; it needed repair.

With his recoil getting easier, so did his reloading, Bertius was in a steady rythem of two shots in, two shots fired. He was strafing his way so the eyesight was not in use, the pot shots flying all over the mother wyvern's body, one or two missing completely. The trees were getting more dense, his opportunity to fire shots proportionatly fell, nd in time he was folding his bowgun back up in a full sprint back to the village.

Bugs, creepy crawlies, Felyns and passive herbivores populated his journey back, but Bertius ignore them all, slowling down to a stroll like walk as he reached the village's perimeter, out of breath slightly, he parked his backside down on a log and caught his breath, waiting for the arrival of the other two.

Henry had been in the village during most of the encounter. The villagers had been worried about the group of hunters, the sounds of batle had reached even the small village market stands. The village chief had just finished asking him to head up to the hills when he saw the hulk of a man come in. He walked over to the manand stood beside him, Henry didn't look at him, instead he look toward the sounds of battle.

"From the sound of it it looks like you ran into the Rathalos and Rathian I've been tracking. I've been monitoring their activity, trying to get a sense of their daily pattern." He adjusted his gold and black chain metal armor. "I WAS trying to wait and set up a trap, but it looks like that plan is screwed. By the sound of it and the vibrations in the ground, the pair will no doubt be agitated enough to try and attack this village." Henry grabbed the hilt of the longsword on his back, It was a Bone katana, dragon, fashioned from the fangs of wyverns, velocidrome hide, and a couple of lightcrystals."Only choice left is preemptive strike. I've got a couple of stashes hidden throught the mountains, I can keep them busy for a while, if it comes down to it I could kill both alone butI wouldn't feel like trying that option. Leaves me feeling really sore. What I'm trying to say anyway is I'm going to go buy some time, rest up and resupply, I could use some help dealing with this problem."

"So tell me this," replied Berticus to the overconfident melee fighter, "If you could kill them both by yourself, as you say, then why are you saying you need some help in the same breath hmm? Or is it a case of being scared?" He leant on one arm that was itself resting over his knee, the other picking bits of dead insect off his armour.

Bertius wasn't bothered about the implications that the other hunter was talking about, after all, he was the ones that beat down a berserk wyvern into submission with the other two, this fellow was just shooting blank words. "It certainly is all well and good saying you were tracking but I imagine that several others were 'tracking' them as well, so in reality you may as well just admit what you were really doing. I, for example, was after some flash bugs."

His expression remained fairly neutral seeing as that woman wasn't within ear shot, that was all he was worried about at the minute. If the phrase was bigger fish to fry, then he had fishing on the mind; fishing and frying of course.

Henry laughed and shook his head. "I suppose it is kind of conflicting to say both statements. Any way as I said, I was tracking them, I don't like jumping into a fight unprepared. I was waiting for an oppertunity to deal with the problem quickly and efficently. I had just finished setting up a few barrels of explosives. However I lacked the necessary means of detonation, so I had to come back to town and purchase a fuse bomb. Little did I know there was other hunters nearby. I guess its time to stop talking, I think It's time I back up my words."

Henry nodded to the big man, and took off on a brisk walk down the path towards the hill.