Spoils go to the Victor

Brad stared at the Bear with a very stoic face as they stood face to face against each other. Brad can't see it but he can feel something going on within him that made the Bear pay attention towards him. The Various races don't have much knowledge about this but it was theorized that Beast find hunting to be a sacred form of culture that they adhere to very much.

Even if the Mama Bear did many visible damage on the surface in the battle, it knew that it was the deadly attacks of this small creature in front of it that brought down its long old rival. She remembered the good will it had shown when he ordered those other small creatures to take care of her wounds and even left the care of her newly born cub on the care of the four small ones.

The Tectonic Bear stared a little more then turned back as it walked towards the dead body of the ape. She then tore only the right arm of the dead simian and looked back towards Brad. It was a recognition that he was the one that lead the Hunt, it left and walked towards the four observers.

Brad stood there and looked towards the large body of the Ape, he had hoped the Bear would take most of it leaving him some which he didn't mind. But he was left with the Lion's share of the Hunt, he felt it deep inside. The strange feeling of a successful hunt and being seen as the one that lead to the kill of the prey.

Brad smiled as he moved towards the head of the ape where a metal rod soaked with blood. He grabbed it then pulled as a fountain of blood and grey matter gushed out. The shock from the fierce blow turned the insides of its skull into mush.

Brad then went to get the rest of his harpoons. He found one with a broken tip, it seemed that the stress of hitting very strong targets would render the usage of the harpoon to be short. He decided he would explore more alloys he could make but he must first handle the first interaction he would have with this Planet's natives thoughtfully.

Brad looked over and saw the drunken girl hand the small cub over with reluctance, the cub also felt unwilling to part with its playmate but the call of its mother made it part ways is sadness. Brad looked at the large body and thought of a conundrum, how would he get all of this into the cave. He looked at the adventurers and motioned them to come over.

"Hey, that guys is calling for us. What do you think is his race? Could he be a Merman? His harpoon skills were top notch." Kent then dragged the sullen drunk nun towards their saviour along with the exhausted elf and wary orc.

"Maybe he's an Orc? What do you think Bren?" Ashea asked as she stared at the massive dead body, this was a platinum level berserkong yet it was down in minutes with the attacks of this mysterious person.

"No, he gives no scent of a greenskin either. Even trolls would be ashamed if they meet the skills of this man." Brendel was quite alert as her instincts has been shouting to run away since she ahd met this person.

"My cuddwy bewr~~*sob* *sob* *snore*!!" Rhean was sobbing at first but then she fainted. The three were exasperated with the time this small bundle of alcohol loving priestess decided to act up and it was in this forest.

Soon they arrived behind the silent man that looked at the large ape. Brad turned around and nodded at the sober ones. He then pointed towards their bags then at the large corpse, Ashea understood as she nodded but then pointed at the bags then gestured towards the lower half of the Ape. Brad understood that the could only carry that much.

Brad was sure every part of this body is a treasure and the spilled blood has already made him feel pity at the amount of wine he could make with this much blood. Then he decided to test out his limits so he looked towards the three sober people. He pulled out a rope he made and asked for theirs. Ashea nodded and handed over all their ropes.

They watched as Brad connected all ropes and tied them on the remaining hand of the ape. He tugged to see if the line is secure then did a feat the three found amazing. He started dragging the dead body then handed the wrapped up Glaring staff towards Ashea who was skeptical what the large roll of cloth was for.

Feeling its weight she decided to open it to be greeted by a large eyeball that stared at the group of three. They immediately tensed feeling the pressure of the eyeball and realized what beast that once owned it. A nightmare Jabberwock, known to be quite the cunning draconic type of beast that is very hard to kill due to its very cautious nature.

It was hunted mostly because it's body is a treasure trove of medicinal effect. Its meat is a natural body purifier as it takes out the impurities and improves your own talents at the same time. It's bones are materials as hard as orichalcum, blood that could heighten the sense of hearing and it's eyeballs that could be one of the best magical conduits ever found.

Staring at the amber colored eyeball that still seemed alive made Ashea want to make a run for it but the sound of dragging woke her up. She looked at the massive body of the Berserkong then realized she would die twenty times over if she decided to steal this. Kent sighed in relief cause he saw the changes of Ashea's expression.

Even he and Brendel was tempted but the valiant image of killing the large gorilla made them think other wise. They followed behind the large body and looked around, they noticed there were no signs of any animals on the vicinity which likely had fled when the battle happened. They don't know which Beast Lord ruled this place but it is better they follow this mysterious person first.