Upon witnessing this beast, Surgit felt an intense pain in his head. It was no ordinary pain. He almost fainted and fought to remain conscious. Paul on the other hand, had retreated and run away to the other end of the bridge. Surgit was left alone to deal with this abomination. He tried to scan the area in order to use his environment to his advantage. He had learned that while training in the military school. When facing many enemies, always look for ways to use your surroundings to your advantage.

He was facing something far worse than a horde of enemies. He had no intention of dying to this beast. Although hunters seem to reincarnate after death, Iosefka had advised him to watch out for recurring death. Her explanation was vague regarding the reason behind it, but what he retained is that hunters may lose their sanity or even their link to the hunters’ dream because of that.

The towering giant didn’t give Surgit any time to think his strategy further as it leapt towards him and smashed its left arm at him. “Phew, dodged a bullet there” he thought to himself as he rolled forward just in time to avoid the impact. His roll wasn’t perfect though as the power of the smash sent waves of wind in the vicinity which caused Surgit’s body to roll many times further until he smashed his back against a cart. Those attacks were definitely dangerous and as he struggled to raise himself up, he saw the beast’s right, thinner arm coming down at him. He barely dodged it when the beast struck again with the same arm. It went on pounding heavily and repeatedly as if in complete rage while Surgit, with his enhanced capabilities, dodged all its attacks. He felt that he was soon going to run out of stamina while the beast didn’t seem to hold back or give any sign of tiredness. It swept its right arm in a swinging motion and Surgit, with fatigue finally catching up to him, took the hit head on.

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He landed on top of a cart. The impact had left him gasping for breath. He inspected his body with his hands, looking for broken ribs or any sign of injury. He had managed to survive this hit by miracle. He couldn’t afford to take any more reckless risks. Dancing around the beast had given him an understanding of his limits. Although he could see its attacks and dodge them easily, he could run out of stamina and meet his demise. It would be easier to come up with a strategy to bring this giant down to its knees. While he was thinking of his approach, he noticed that the giant werewolf hybrid had lost sight of him. His size was an advantage as he could hide behind a cart while devising a tactic.

With one pounding movement from its gigantic arm, the beast smashed a stagecoach, reducing it to rubbles. As if reading into his thoughts, it was clearing the area of hiding spots. He had to act quickly. At that moment, it had its back to him. He had an opportunity to get closer. It was reckless but he had to try it. That fur looked like it could be grabbed and the only plan he could come up with was to climb the hulking monster and try to reach its head. He ran towards its legs and jumped on one. He grabbed the fur and started climbing while the beast, feeling something on its legs turned to look at it. He saw its face and heard the harrowing howl. He felt the wind on his face and he knew that he had to hold on for dear life. As the beast jumped high, his only thought was focused on how strong his grip should be.