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| - Dust flew in the air in the Great Arena as the Rajang roared. The thundering ape swung his fist at the young huntress fighting him, which was blocked with a loud CLANG. One of his horns had been snapped in the heat of battle, and several scars had been painted onto his hide with the Tactical Blade that this girl was using. He growled and leaped forward, but his attack was barely evaded, and he hit the wall. Coughing up some blood, the Rajang turned around, and met his end when the Great Sword was brought down upon his head.
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| - Dust flew in the air in the Great Arena as the Rajang roared. The thundering ape swung his fist at the young huntress fighting him, which was blocked with a loud CLANG. One of his horns had been snapped in the heat of battle, and several scars had been painted onto his hide with the Tactical Blade that this girl was using. He growled and leaped forward, but his attack was barely evaded, and he hit the wall. Coughing up some blood, the Rajang turned around, and met his end when the Great Sword was brought down upon his head. The quest was complete. The huntress removed her Nargacuga helmet. Her skin looked as if she had never been in the sun in her life; it had been tanned enough that she didn't look like she was made of porcelain. Her red hair was in a more boyish hairstyle which did not even meet her shoulders. The huntress's eyes were blue; close to the shade of a Velociprey scale. Her name was Icil, a 19 year old girl raised in Pokke by the village chief after a Goravior had killed her mother and left her father with a fatal injury, which he died from a year later. ______________________________________________________________________________________________ Upon returning to the village, Icil was almost instantly greeted by her Felyne Comrade, Rin. Rin was a Muscot (meaning he had green fur) Felyne who used a mace made from Vizilarox spikes and a rounded hunk of Carbalite Ore as the head of the weapon. He also wore the trademark Acorn Mail used by most Felyne Comrades. "Master! How was the Arena, nya?" he asked in excitement. The cat jumped onto Icil's right shoulder. "Well, it wasn't your average Rajang fight, lemme tell you that. The thing had to be at least ten feet high!" Icil replied, ruffling the fur on Rin's head. They headed into the Guild Hall. _________________________________________________________________ It was emptier than they thought it would be; they were the only ones in there, not counting the ladies behind the counter and the one running the store, Treshi, and the Guild Mistress. At least they thought they were the only ones. A male wearing Espinas armor walked in, carrying a weapon type Icil had never seen before: It was a pair of small bowguns (like dual pistols) made from Remobra materials. "M-master? I don't like the looks of this guy, n-nya..." Rin whispered, shuddering from his appearance. The hunter passed Icil without a word, his face without any expression. The hunter walked up to the desk and signed up for a Remobra slaying quest. "He can't be that bad. I mean yeah, he doesn't look like the cheeriest of people, but it's not like he eats baby wyverns for breakfast. Let's help him on the quest." Icil said before she walked up to the hunter and tapped his shoulder.
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