The Primal Hunter

”OW! For fuck's sake, that hurts!” Jake growled after being hit by yet another arrow.

“Jake, are you sure about this?” Casper asked, genuinely wondering if Jake was actually a masochist. He had been shooting padded arrows, with dulled arrowheads wrapped in cloth, at Jake for nearly three hours already. The cloth came from Jakes's own jacket, which he had been wearing under his cloak this entire time.

“Yeah, just give me a second,” Jake said, getting ready once again. He had wrapped the torn sleeve of his jacket around his eyes, acting as a blindfold.

“Are you really sure this is doing anything? Well, I guess it’s good target practice for me, but…” Casper said, mumbling the last part. Jake’s plan was rather straightforward. He would have Casper shoot arrows at him while blindfolded while trying to react to them without relying on sight.

While Jake certainly had reservations of his own plan's veracity, to begin with, he had made progress throughout their training session. In the beginning, he merely flinched milli-seconds before the arrows hit, while now he could react to at least try to attempt to evade the arrow before it hit him.

“Just keep the arrows coming, I can feel it!” Jake said, still hurting, though also very positive.

He had been wondering about his weird senses since coming to this tutorial. He somehow ‘knew’ the big boar was charging through the bushes before he saw or even heard the beast. Actually, to say he knew was a bit too strong of a word. He just had this vague feeling that a massive danger was coming.

In combat, he didn’t really think much per-se but merely went with the flow. He was still in full control of his body, of course, but at times it felt like his brain couldn’t keep up with his body. His instincts. He just did what felt most natural at the time. And the results spoke for themselves.

And that was how Jake got the idea for this kind of practice. He wanted to train his senses and allow him to understand exactly what was happening to him and why it felt like he had a new sixth sense. He had suspected it had something to do with being an archer or may be tied to the perception stat, but Casper didn’t have the same experiences as him at all.

With the big boar he had felt that the boar was coming for him as he had just begun climbing the tree. His logical mind then took over, concluding it would hit the tree, allowing him to strengthen his grip and avoid falling.

At the beginning of their impromptu practice-session, Casper had merely thrown small sticks and cloth-wrapped stones at him. Jake felt nearly nothing before the things hit him. He could get a feeling that something was coming towards him, but not how fast or where it would hit. It also came way too late for him to react.

more so when it actually did hit. Got a nice blue mark from that one. A round of Casper apologizing profusely later, Jake had calmed him down and convinced him to switch to the cloth-wrapped arrows. They still hurt like hell, but at least they were not able to cause any real damage. Well, he had lost a few health points, but it was barely noticeable, and they were

and he felt like he was just a little away from grasping unto something. He had a far more distinct feeling

ended up tripping while trying to dodge it. He got up again, not at all discouraged. He had felt it there. Not just the concept of

bit more, with Jake even managing to dodge an arrow or two here and there. Casper was finally beginning to believe in whatever Jake was doing, and even asking questions on how to do it. Jake tried to explain

Jake nor Casper were hungry, they knew the importance of sustenance.

fire after being skinned and gutted. Bertram knew how to do that, surprisingly. They didn’t have any spices or proper tools though, so quite frankly, it looked

them to eat. Jake nearly felt like all the pain had been worth it when she sat down next to him while they ate in order to heal his wounds. The healing felt good like a cold stream was running through his veins, and he saw the blue marks slowly disappear over the next twenty

mainly asked questions about why he had let Casper use him for target practice for the better part of four hours, and

talk to her and explained his training with Casper and what he hoped to achieve by doing it. He also explained to her how he had practiced archery growing up and how he did it

interest. She had always seen him as the silent nerdy type,

did try to minimize them. Heck, he ended up doing archery, to begin with, because his dad insisted on him doing some kind of sport, so he picked one where he had no team or direct opponents to interact with.

open demeanor, Jacob allowed pretty much anyone to feel good about themselves. Caroline, on the other hand, he couldn't put his finger on why he liked her. He just did. Ah, who was he kidding, he just found her physically

gatherings and such. While he never got completely comfortable doing it, it improved his self-confidence tremendously during those years. Getting a girlfriend and a few close friends did even more for that confidence to develop. All until it was brought down the day he walked in on his girlfriend and his supposed best friend. Apparently, it had been an

for naught and his self-confidence and self-worth in the gutter. His girlfriend claimed it was just ‘having fun’ and that it was nothing serious, while his so-called best friend seemed to think it was no big deal at all, and

introverted ways. He studied, did archery, played games, watched TV, and went to classes. A good day was

him open up more to his colleagues. Enough to be on friendly terms with everyone, at least. Jacob seemed to always try to invite Jake to things

no problem arguing for his decision-making with Jacob earlier and talking with Casper during their training. But what he was doing right now. Casually small talking

Dennis yelled out to them, clearly

excused herself as she followed Dennis over to Joanna. Not that they were very far away, being less than five

peek or listen in but decided against it. He wouldn’t blame Joanna if she were angry at him. In her eyes, he was the indirect cause of her injury after all. However, he was a bit scared if she would

if she started yelling at him? Blaming him? Could he stand there and argue that he stood by his decision? Or would it