Serosh charged toward the sound without hesitation. He moved swiftly, and even the dense forest could not impede his nimble form. The mist stirred around him, flowing with the gusts he raised and even coiling around his body like a veil of illusory gauze. As he ran, his long mane all but wrapped around him, seeming to conceal his body.
Beastmen could stand, walk, and run on two legs, as well as stand and run on all fours. Serosh was now racing along on his hands and feet with his stone club clenched in his mouth. Every so often, he leaped up and kicked hard against a tree to propel himself forward like a cannonball, greatly closing the distance to his target.
His nose caught the scent of a Rune Bear. Standing on its hind legs, an adult Rune Bear could reach two or three stories tall, a little taller even than the towering Serosh. For humans and ordinary animals, that was indeed a disaster. If this Rune Bear could not catch prey in the forest, it would attack a village.
Mistwood's peculiar environment meant there were not many large herbivores, and one look at a Rune Bear's enormous bulk made it clear that it ate a great deal. Even Serosh could eat dozens of pounds of meat in a meal, let alone a Rune Bear.
But he also caught the scent of another creature, which smelled like a Beastman too. Was there another hunter here?
He moved faster than he thought, darting in front of the Rune Bear in the blink of an eye. The great bear stood on its hind legs, ramming a nearby tree so thick it would take more than a dozen people to encircle it, shaking down branches and leaves.
Serosh saw at once that