At last the fight came to an end, Alistair delivering the final blow as a shudder ran through his arm, the very bones themselves jarred by the impact as his blade snapped against the Kut-ku's tough skin, dropping her but also destroying his own weapon in turn. A victory, but a difficult one at that. Was it worth it? Only time would tell.<br/><br/>Yet as the Kut-ku fell, it took Alistair all he could do to not fall as well. His right arm felt like it was on fire as red blood dripped down it from the injuries he had received there, the rest of himself practically coated in sweat. He gasped for air like a fish, swaying on his feet and barely staying upright as abused muscles cried for relief from their torment. This had been as tough as the hardest days of guard training, and while he had been glad for his success it had nonetheless been a major trial, as his shattered sword and damaged armor could attest.<br/><br/>"Note to self, never do that again," he muttered under his breath, panting as he finally recovered. Once he had done so he made sure that the Kut-ku pair was together and wouldn't be waking up soon, before he retrieved the rest of his sword and tended to his wounds. At that point, all he could do was wait for the Felynes to arrive.<br/><br/>Arriving back at the guild itself, haul in tow, Alistair was a bit saddened to hear that he would not be getting double the price for the capture, though seeing how satisfied they were with his work was also worth it. And they made up for it by offering to repair his gear. He certainly couldn't refuse an offer like that, and he gave his armor to them to be fixed. The offer about the weapon change was more interesting and required more consideration, but eventually he agreed to it. He was actually more used to a sword and shield, but hadn't really had the luxury of choice when he was kicked out of the Kingdom to begin his new life as a Monster Hunter. It would be nice to get back to his old method.<br/><br/>Well, with that done he had rented out a room and put his stuff in it, a safe place to keep it for the moment. Past that all he could do was wait for his gear to be fixed before he could go on other missions, so he went to a nearby pub, sitting down at one of the tables there to rest, relax, and celebrate his successful hunt. After what he had been put through, he certainly had earned it.