Jessica watched the rabbit for a bit. Moving very little, it continued to eat. She decided against attacking straight on. While being Grade D, the rabbit was only Grade F.
Unfortunately, her agile build made her dexterous. In terms of speed, she was not at an advantage. Outside the razor fur, the razor checkered giant was built completely for speed. In a straight on fight, it wasn’t a fight to begin with. The second it spotted her, there was very little chance it would attack and instead flee.
Leaving the area, she carefully made sure to be extra quiet. Avoid anything that could alert the rabbit. With a bit of exhaust for a Grade F prey, she returned half an hour later. Luck was on her side, seeing the rabbit had yet to leave.
Waiting for the right moment, Jessica had moved to the closest tree she could reach. There was a good 50 feet between them. Only being able to get this close because there was a gigantic tree. From one end to the other was at least 30 feet. The smaller branches that couldn’t support her weight likely reached 40 to 50.
Allowing her to get closer without being obvious. Waiting for a moment, time continued to pass. When an entire hour had arrived since first spotting it. Jessica finally made her move.
There was a sense of danger that proliferated through the air as a loud crack as a tree branch exploded to the ground. Under immense pressure the wood, at the point of break, had been shattered with brute force.
With a sharp dagger in hand, Jessica stabbed deeply into the ground. At that spot, there was just a greenish blob hidden in tall grass. At this moment, it had moved three feet away, quickly escaping.
Having expected as much, she had already been prepared. Throwing out a throwing dagger, it flew through the air with a sharp whistle. Slicing off a few strands of fur, the rabbit had managed to feel the danger and sidestep.
Attempting to overcompensate for the lack of speed with raw mana, Jessica caused tiny spiderweb cracks to appear as she pushed off the ground, chasing after the rabbit. Without missing a step, she glanced at the dagger and fur that had fallen to the ground.
She was able to see that there was a very minute amount of clumped up dirt that had coated the dagger, likely indicating some dirt from the impact had stuck due to a wet substance. The side step had been so close she was unsure if it had hit or just cut a few strands of fur.
Now with a bit more confidence, she continued to give chase. Her largest consideration had been if she could follow the rabbit's speed with her eyes. It was one thing to predict the direction of an attack. It was an entirely different matter to do the same for a retreat.
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One had a predicted end point, while the other was unknown in path and end point. With that in mind, she continued to push the rabbit along the path to the wild dogs. Their territory was in the direction she continued to push the rabbit’s pathing.
After running for no more than three minutes, the rabbit continued to dodge her thrown daggers. She had not been able to hit the rabbit once since the first attempt. There, however, was no frustration on Jessica’s face. Only a look of concentration.
Soon a light smile had crept up. Just as it appeared, the rabbit that had been having very little difficulty creating a gap between the two, tripped. Rolling a bit, the rabbit never had another opportunity to escape as a dagger penetrated its back mid-roll.
Jessica didn’t have time to admire her dirty work. Moving, she jumped as she collected the corpse. Backtracking in record speed, the spot the rabbit had tripped. Jessica bent down before brushing off some dirt as a wire that was attached to a pole was uncovered.
Pulling, she was able to unearth the other portion that was half unearthed by the rabbit’s collision. Jessica cupped her hands as mana appeared on her body. She brought the cupped hand to her mouth before blowing.
A red powder was blown into the air. Covering the location of where the blood had spilled, she quickened her escape. Not long after she left, there was movement from two different directions.
A group of 10 monkeys had come from the west, while a pack of over 30 dogs appeared from the south. As the two met, they proceeded to fight. By the time the fight ended, the blood smell that had been produced by the red powder had dissipated, as the smell of the monkeys and dogs that had died or been injured had replaced it.
By that point, Jessica was making her way back to camp with a sadden look on her face. She had the corpse tied to her waist, while she was running as she studied a series of small daggers. They were small enough to easily fit the handle between her fingers, while being a comfortable fit.
Their blades extended out a short four inches. Their weight was on the lighter side, and they clearly had seen better days. She had thrown a total of 14 in the span of 6 minutes. Recovering a total of 12.
One she had seen break as there happen to be a rock when she was leading the rabbit towards her wire. Another had been lost, as she pulled the blade from the rabbit. The blade became too brittle and broke off.
While they were nice, they were also disposable. To a point it was an expected end, as the blades were rather cheap. They had felt very comfortable to use.
There was still a bit of heartbreak as the set came with 30. Having lost 2 completely. Of the 12 she did recover, only half of them were still in working condition. The horrifying part was the 2 which made contact. One broke while the other hit the fur, now resting in her hands with fine cracks in the blade.
They were disposable, so the edge was a bit finer than a normal dagger. This was the end result of coming into contact with the razor checkered giants fur. As the rest of the daggers showed dulled or small chips on their edges. The only one with these type of fine cracks was the one that came into contact with the fur.
Entering the camp, she breathed a bit of a sigh of relief. Being a bit on edge, she had used the territory of the wild dogs to help lead the rabbit into her trap. She was also risking a run in. It would be fine if she met a small patrol, but if it prolonged it would become overly complicated.