Ottokath's Journal #7

General Summary

A battle is a funny thing. I haven't had the displeasure of participating in too many, but enough to find them grisly affairs. The flow is much like that of a storm. When you can see the whole, be told what to know, seeing where it goes is easy. When you're in it, surrounded by the noise and feel, its path is quite unclear. A loss or a victory can be found as suddenly as the end of the rain.
So it was when we were approached on the road by more Venatorii than we had the misfortune of meeting as of yet. Mavis caught the worst of it, but I got hurt rather badly as well. As the battle devolved I fell back to the forest, watching Mavis fall to the ground. If they were captured, rather I be free and out to help. Mutt surrendered when they threatened to slit her throat. Art, turning on us as the battle began, hit both Mavis and Hamood in the back. I saw genuine rage on the human's face for the first time, as he turn around and near tore here arm off in a single swing and sending her reeling.
I turned to run and everything went black...

Report Date

02 Jun 2021