We went forth, each to their own position, bait laid. We felt something approaching, it was not the beast, but the little ones, scattered. Running form it. The beast swearved past. A little one came across me and I quickly grapped it crushing it.

There was a tug. The beast caught the bait, and we approached, stabbing into it. I felt my spear pierce into it, and it broke free, passed us, ripping tendrils from my body, PAIN, but the war-food had numbed it, I felt the vibrations of the other hunters breaking. The others scattered, bringing other weapons in, but through the string that was once my body I felt the beast turning, it would strike them, I threw the small creature at it. I threw the communication device at it, and it turned.

The air buffeted me, waves and vibrations pushing past as the beast turned. I reached for the others, the dead, their body a shield. An act of waste beyond all others. But it worked, the beast tore into them going past, but it did not get me, I reached for their spears, and stabed at it's passing form.

Yet I hit nothing, but it turned for me again. And I stabed again, it tore again, and the pain went away.

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Yet It was not my end, the others had come to my rescue. And I needed stupor, I needed healing. But the beast was injured, it needed to be caught. So my injuries were covered. The pod shards carried stuck together with the fluids of the dead. And holding my body together.

We went after it further. Many would not survive. But with the danger it posed we could not let it past. Some of the injured would sacrifice themselves and I would be among them.

Some returned to their pods, some... But not I, maybe I, I am those that went foward.

We went after it, a trail of it's fluids through the water, following, slowly it chased, and one of the injured parished. Without pause, without rest, What happened to you? why did you need to fall... We tore at his body making him into bait. And the beast, after a moment, the beast turned. Driven by instinct to finish it's injured pray. It came at him, at me, holding his body still, and I dove into it's maw shedding shards and memories to injure it, it could not close it's mouth around my form. But it did, it crunched beginning to crush me I reached into it's throat, driven to end it. And suddenly as I was losing my form, it stopped. The others came to me, giving me shards, making a pod for me, and... the memory ends here.