He kneeled on the ground, right hand still clutching the spear planted in the dirt.
His body was gravely injured, but he felt no pain, perhaps because it was pulsing from all directions and his aging nerves were too dulled feel it.
Or perhaps his skin was too scorched, to the point it could not comprehend the pain, the searing temperatures evaporating any kind of liquid or vapor, his blood instantly hardening to black scabs on his body.
His throat felt like it was on fire, with a strangely sweet scent emanating from it, and he suddenly felt a convulsion from his abdomen as something surged up.
Hggh—Aghk—
Blech—bah! Kuso, this is so disgusting.
A huge roar rumbled in his eardrums and his consciousness managed to peel away from the muddy chaos.
He raised his head, staring at the enormous behemoth rearing up before him.
He stared into its eyes.
Hoh...it's you.
Yes... I remember now....
Images from mere minutes ago flashed through his mind, and he seized the fleeting opportunity in-between the flames to hurl the spear towards the Rathalos's head.
He hit his target, but at the cost of failing to dodge the beast's retaliatory charge.
Hahah... hahahaha!
Blood! Haha, do you feel it? The pain?
That was me! I made you bleed! How does it feel to be wounded?
I've known all along... those scales on your skull aren't so tough after all. I can spot your vulnerability at a glance!
You are not invincible... You can bleed, and you will fall!
Wait... Hey!
You! Where are you going?!
I just wounded you! You can't run away now!
I can still fight! We haven't battled it out yet!
He leaned on his hunting spear, trying to prop up his body, but his knee would only stay at an angle.
The spear's shaft was sunk deep in the ground, and his shadow trembled violently.
You can't leave here! I won't... let you go...
I managed to make you bleed this time, so next...
I will plunge my spear into your heart!
He raised the spear up high, and perhaps because he thought it was his final chance, his crooked body exploded with unimaginable strength.
He burst into a run, and once again charged at the life he could only look up to.
Aaaaaaaaahh—
*cough*...
I'm... not dead yet...
Chikushou... one more time!
His right hand was still holding the spear in a death grip, nails digging into his palm.
He hit his thighs in desperation, but the muscles merely trembled unresponsively.
This time, he had truly exhausted any last trace of strength in his body.
The spear slipped from his hand.
Get up! Stand up!
...Damn it!
Get! Up!
His eyes widened.
He saw it.
A young child raising his bow and arrow, facing the Rathalos.
His thin arms trembled, but his gaze never wavered.
M-Monster...don't get any closer to Mr. Kashiwau!
I am Kazuya! I'm also a hunter of this village!
I won't let you destroy it! We will stop you here!
Corne!
I'm here!
I got him! The kid should be fine!
Scholar, go take the kid and Kashiwau somewhere safe!
Mew got it!
Meow got the cart here!
The Rathalos... is injured? By this hunter and a Terran spear?
This hunter... his body is so light, where did he get all that strength from?
Mister...
You're really a brave one, and I'd even call you a proper hunter, but how about we let the adults handle it today?
The flames blazed brilliantly.
At that very moment, another bruised body stood before the Rathalos.
She bent down and stretched out an arm, picking up the spear from the ground.
And then drove it firmly into the ground.
She straightened her back.
Thank you for your time, Kashiwau.
Now please, take a good rest on the sidelines.
As for what comes next...
Leave it to us.
I'm ready!
Battle! Commeownce!