Miroch had traveled with the caravan on foot, with the horses straining to move the cargo of seven or so other group members and the needed supplies. He didn't know why they all wanted to stay cramped in there, but he didn't have any comment. Even when the Owl Kindred approached the group and Kaus let him join, he didn't say anything. He just kept walking along with the wagon. As far as he could tell, they were still heading south, towards what he faintly remembered was an area called Sylvana. It was a while where they traveled, until they reached the more forested areas of the countryside of Alshain, slowly merging into the forests of Sylvana. It was already getting dark, as it took the better part of the day to get there. Miroch recommended taking up camp for the night, as it allowed the horses an opportunity to rest and recover from the long day's journey. After eating his dinner rations, Miroch wandered off into the forest, taking his staff with him. He'd said he'd be back soon, and he wanted to meditate as he usually did before he slept, also volunteering for first watch of the night.
It must have been a few minutes into his meditation in a clearing before he heard a growling in the bushes. He'd found his first
beast. He'd encountered one before, but that was over a year ago, with a group of trained hunters and with the faint remembrance that this Atilgan was twice the size of the one he had hunted before. It stood at about his height at the shoulders, but one and a half times his height in length. Overall, it was big, scary and saw Miroch as supper. Its hide was thick enough to dampen even his enhanced blows, and unless he was extremely lucky, he'd have to fight it alone, a daunting challenge even for him. He drew his staff calmly before reaching deep into himself and waking up Gorrjen.
What do you... oh. Alright.With that he felt the flood of magical energy fill his system, enhancing his own endurance and strength. This manifested as a glow of orange-yellow flame around his hands and feet. up to his elbow. A softer glow enveloped his body, to identify the enhanced endurance. Hopefully, he could outlast the beast and finish it before it tired him out. It was a slim hope. He saw a flicker in the corner of his eye, what seemed like a white flicker, but he ignored it for the moment as the Atilgan pounced at him, its claws flashing in the moonlight filtering through the leaves. Miroch rolled to the left side of its attack, slamming the staff into the beast's flank which caused it to stagger before it charged at Miroch again. This continued for a few more moments before the beast backed off, a dull ache in its side from where Miroch kept hitting it the blows had fractured bone and ruptured blood vessels, but it would live unless further damage was done. The Atilgan circled around Miroch whose breathing was now heavier from the exertion. He had been hit in the side where he had been caught off guard as the Atilgan whipped him with its tail. Luckily, the strong, thick cloth of his robe managed to absorb most of the force, though it had been torn. He'd just have to fix it later. Already, the fight seemed to favor Miroch, until the Atilgan did something strange. It opened its mouth and stood there for a moment, emitting something that seemed to resemble a roar, but in silence. Then, Miroch suddenly felt extremely sick, the inaudible sonic attack destroying Miroch's sense of balance and he struggled to continue standing, leaning heavily on his staff which was starting to dig a small hole into the ground. The Atilgan, seeing its prey defenseless, closed in slowly, almost seeming to relish the fact that it was going to finally get its meal.
Miroch just looked at it and silently prayed to whichever god favored him now to send some measure of help to him.