The Primal Hunter

Jake tended to be rather good at predicting what the response to his attacks would be. He had expected the closest boars to rush towards their now dead comrade, or perhaps to all start searching frantically for the killer.

It turns out that this time Jake had predicted a bit wrong. Just a tiny bit. While the big piggies didn’t react much to him channeling mana, they apparently really didn’t like it when someone made the ground explode and killed one of their pals.

In fact, they liked it so little they all appeared to have gone berserk. More than 10 Steeltusk Boars were currently rushing red-eyed towards the pillar Jake was hiding on, the ground shaking beneath their every step. It wasn’t just their footfalls causing the shaking either. Mana swirled in the air as rocks of all sizes rose around them.

The enraged beasts, however, had one major issue. They had nothing to attack. They reached the corpse of their comrade, full of fire and fury, with no outlet in sight.

Jake had smartly focused every fiber of his being on standing absolutely still while covered by his camouflage cloak, channeling everything he had into utilizing Advanced Stealth.

Without any immediate target, the boars did as any reasonably enraged beast would do. They began destroying everything around where their comrade died - including the pillar he was hiding on.

Huge boulders started flying about, and the pillar itself began being ripped apart. One of the beasts even rammed the thing, causing it to shake.

Jake, getting the hint, jumped off the pillar, hoping to land behind the boars surrounding it. He fell through the air, boars still in his sphere as he observed them. He watched them all through his fall, and not a single one of them noticed him.

That is until his feet hit the ground. As if he had set off an alarm, all of the beasts turned towards him in an instant, eyes red, gleaming with a thirst for revenge.

Well, fuck, Jake thought as he legged it.

He sprinted straight back towards the gorge, the enraged beasts following him with more vigor than ever before. Scratch that, it wasn’t just vigor. They were actually significantly faster than they had been before, catching up to him at a pace far faster than he found comfortable.

Forced to use Shadow Vault more than three times in less than ten seconds, he knew the situation wasn’t sustainable. He did manage to reach the gorge once more, but all that did was to make his path of retreat more linear.

The gorge was the only place he could flee to, though. The rest of the valley was full of more boars and, of course, the Horde Leader itself. Running through that would only serve to increase the number of crazed beasts chasing him.

So, Jake ran through the gorge, the stampede close behind him. They didn’t even bother flinging spells at him, but the shaking caused by their running did slow him down slightly. He had to Shadow Vault repeatedly to get just a small semblance of distance, but in mere seconds they would catch up once more.

Jake’s mind worked at high speed, trying to find a solution. Stop and fight? No way he could kill them all; he counted 14 of the damn things, all around or above level 80. It wouldn’t be impossible to win, but he would likely have to use his Moment of the Primal Hunter as well as everything else he got. The end result would still be him out of commission for quite a while. Fighting was swiftly designated to last resort.

Keep fleeing? He could lose focus for a mere moment and get impaled or run out of stamina far faster than them. They didn’t appear to slow down either. Based on what he knew about the boars, endurance wasn’t an area they lacked in.

he could manage to shoot a single arrow as things were. Even if he did manage to shoot an arrow, the damage it

his sphere. He noticed that the air around them seemed to give off a faint sheen. It reminded

similar? They were clearly boosted by something. Jake kept observing them as he dodged, and he felt the energy slowly seeping out. It wasn’t mana;

went too far with the energy. But while he overloaded it, he did feel the increase in power. It was to a

outlet for the energy, making it repeatably build up in his arms in a constant

burned through, they

try before. His control of energy had only increased since then, and he

he began to look inwards. He felt the inner energy that flowed through his body - stamina. It was in a constant cycle as it circulated through the

fuel of the body. It constantly circulated to keep him moving

day. Now he would be lucky if it could keep him fighting for

stamina and performed more requiring tasks, the speed of the flow increased. If that was true… perhaps the opposite was too. If he increased the speed and/or power of the flow, his own power and ability to do

finally put it

crevice of his body, the constant idyllic flow. And then he pushed it. He pushed the flow ever

only a little while Jake focused every bit of willpower he had to control it. At the same

was faster than the one before. The boars that were

felt the power in his body swell. He felt stronger and faster than before. It felt like when he had gotten one of the titles that increased his stats

was now amidst a brewing storm. The wind pushed the energy to flow faster and faster, while Jake focused all of his willpower to stem the tide. It was challenging to do while at the same time running and not

autopilot running, his foci could be entirely on his internal struggle. The experiment had worked. The flow of the stamina had increased, and so had his power. Now the issue was to let the rampant energy not rampage through and

as much as he could. But he knew he needed an outlet. But with the external pressures on his

make it all the way to the entrance of the dungeon once

up to the small cave, the boars hot on his tail. They couldn’t fit in the cave from what he had seen, but

thrown the energy ravaging his meridians into disarray. With renewed will and his undivided attention, he grabbed hold of

flow somewhat. But he still needed to find an outlet for the energy. It was still ever

small jerks here and there - a twitching muscle or a tapping finger outside of his control. Like mini seizures,

he knew indulging it would only worsen his condition. He needed it to calm down and not stress

hours ticked by as he sat there, twitching uncontrollably outwardly while being full of

fizzling out of his nose and mouth. Soon

his skin. From his arms, chest, legs, every