â€œMOVE!â€ Rydag shouted at some of the new arrivals, the ones who had just learned to hunt last season and were still a bit too slow. â€œBY THE SPIRITS!â€ he more or less swore as he ducked under the still thrashing tail of the beast to run and tackle the young hunter before he could he crushed by one of the giant feet. Growling in frustration as he straddled the man, who for all his appearance could have been Rydag's father, â€œProfessor! Move! Or stay back with the others!â€ he chastised him before rolling off of the older man to get out of the way of the tail once again.<br/><br/>â€œForm up! Get in close! Bleed it dead!â€ he shouted to his hunting party before springing to his feet and rushing in close with his spear in hand he made thrust after thrust into the belly of the beast. Thrusting it in as deep as he felt he could giving it a twist before he yanking it out to cause as much damage as possible. A cry came out from somewhere and he saw those funny metal men again, oh how Rydag loathed them. He was going to ignore them until they began to interfere and the one whom he knew to be their leader stood close to Amelia. Who had chosen to live apart from them and on her own, though that did not save her from Rydag's care. More then once she awoke to find a basket of freshly caught fresh and newly tanned hides and furs outside her home. Rydag could not help it, he was a protector first and for most and while he knew she was perfectly capable of caring for herself he knew that the world was easier when you had some help.<br/><br/>With a final roar the beast collapsed to the ground. Its chest slowly rising and falling as it slowly bled to the death from the countless stab and slash wounds. The group was silent, their chests heaving from their heavy breaths as Rydag placed a hand on the great beast's stomach, slowly walking toward the chest area until he could feel the rapid beating of its massive heart. Bowing his head in respect he sent out a prayer.<br/><br/>â€œThank you mighty beast for falling this day so that we may eat and clothed ourselves. May the Great Mother welcome you back into her warm embrace with open arms and the love she has for all of her children. May you be reborn again to roam these mighty woods again when it is your timeâ€ then taking his spear he carefully placed it before thrusting with all of his might straight to the heart of the dying beast finally ending its suffering. When it breathed its final breath the hunting party threw up the arms holding their spears and cried out in victory. Rydag smiled and shared hugs, back pats and the occasional chest bump with his hunting party. As the celebration died down he instructed them on getting to work with preparing the animal for butchering. They would have to leave a small group here to guard the carcass from predators while the others brought back as much as they could back home. The idea being to return back with more people to help with carrying as much as they would need, skinning the beast and leaving the rest for the scavengers.<br/><br/>When everyone was working he motioned to Cris and a couple of his other hunters, going over to where Arthur and Amelia stood. Rydag gave Amelia a warm welcoming smile as usual, bowing his head slightly in respect to her. Those among his tribe spoke of her being a pioneer and a true hero, which added to the respect he had for her from her just being female. â€œAmelia I hope the Great Mother graced your day with peaceâ€ his voice deep and rich. The smile and good will left his eyes as he focused in on Arthur, â€œSo why are you here?â€ he asked in a somewhat cold tone.<br/><br/>Cris, moved slowly and carefully, so that he would behind Arthur as Rydag continued to talk to him.<br/><br/>Rydag was not pleased with the metal men almost ruining the hunt with their lack of experience, â€œI thought we agreed that you would not come into our lands and we would leave you and your metal men to your own business? This does not please me....â€ he said simply about the time that Cris pulled his 45 revolver leveled it at the back of Arthur's head and cocked it. â€œSo I suggest you get to be on your way before Cris decides he wants to be able to see me through the back of your headâ€ at that last bit Rydag smiled though it was far from being friendly.