Primitive Man

Chapter 128: A giant turd

It had only been two days since the appearance of the strange woman near the main village, and upon hearing what happened, Garnt quickly ran back to the village, leaving Unami and Gundo in the hot spring village so they could support the people.

"Leave it to me; I will protect Gundo. You can go without worrying about anything," Unami promised, as Garnt was about to leave, and he felt relieved that someone strong was beside Gundo's side to protect her from any harm.

The dense forest enveloped Garnt as he sprinted through the narrow paths without delaying his journey, leaves crunching beneath his boots. His breath mingled with the cool air, a visible testament to his urgency. Huta neighed in rhythmic harmony with the pounding hooves against the earth.

As the village outskirts came into view, Garnt's pace quickened knowing Rona must be waiting for his arrival. However, a peculiar sight disrupted his focused sprint – a colossal mound of dung rested near the trail, a grotesque testament to the massive creature lurking nearby.

"Damn it! What is this? It stinks so bad," He closed his nose unable to endure the smell. He came to a halt, eyes widening at the sight of the giant droppings.

Eva's voice echoed giving a fair warning to Garnt.

[It's a sign, Garnt. The dinosaur responsible for this waste is close. You need to prepare the village for an impending attack. I don't think any other animal is giant enough to drop something like this.]

Garnt nodded, a sense of urgency taking over. He patted Huta's flank, urging the horse forward. "Huta, show me your best speed. We need to get back, so our people won't be in danger,"

As Garnt and Huta neared the village, the scent of danger lingered in the air. "Something is not right? Why do I feel like I'm being watched?"

Garnt questioned, but then he suddenly felt something grabbing Huta by the neck, causing him to fall from the back of the horse.

"Huta..." Worried about his loyal horse, Garnt quickly got up and looked at what was going on. He was only able to see a strange-looking muscular woman biting his precious horse's neck as if she were trying to tear its meat. He felt chills down his spine witnessing this scene and quickly decided to help Huta.

Clutching his iron sword tightly, he approached the strange, muscular woman who had attacked Huta. The woman, blood smeared across her mouth, turned her attention to Garnt, growling like a wild beast.

"Who... what are you?" Garnt demanded, his voice steady despite the uncertainty gripping his heart.

The woman ignored his question and charged at him with a speed and strength that defied human capabilities. Garnt, fueled by adrenaline and determination, sidestepped her attack with swift agility. Her powerful hand struck a nearby tree, causing it to splinter and break.

Garnt took a moment to survey the creature that was trying to feed on his horse. He obviously knew that this woman might be the attacker that Rona was trying to tell her about, after all, she had most of the features that Rona explained.

Her skin had an unnatural thickness to it and the marks that were spread around her whole body were something he didn't expect to see, and her eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity. She was bare naked and her boobs were hanging on her chest showing she was indeed a female, but Garnt didn't know how to respond.

A light cut on her back leaked dark red blood, evidence of Garnt's earlier strike.

"Are you even human despite looking like us?" Garnt muttered to himself, his mind racing to comprehend the situation.

The woman, undeterred by the wound, turned back to Garnt with a feral snarl. Her movements were primal, and she lunged at him once again. Garnt, now recognizing the urgency of the situation, evaded her attack with a quick roll.

He gritted his teeth, realizing that this encounter was unlike anything he had faced before. The last time he felt the same thing was with a certain man whom he had no idea whether was alive or dead as of now. Gathering his courage, Garnt prepared for the next onslaught. The woman, driven by an insatiable hunger or rage, charged once more.

With a precise swing, Garnt aimed for the creature's midsection. The iron sword cut through the air, slicing deep into her side. Blood spurted from the wound, and the woman howled in pain. Momentarily distracted, she was looking around the forest like she was trying to escape knowing it wasn't the best choice to keep attacking Garnt.

'Should I kill her? But what is this woman? Eva, do you have any idea?'

Garnt asked, conflicted, and when he looked at Huta, who was heavily bleeding, he knew time was running out for him.

[I can't really tell, but I think she is human. At least she looks human, but acts like a wild animal. Normally when wild animals are heavily wounded they try to escape and that's exactly what she is trying to do now. If you can kill her right now, I think she is going to be a danger to others if we let her freely roam.]

Acknowledging Eva's wisdom, Garnt decided to end the woman's life, fearing the worst would happen. Huta was as dear to him as Maro and his other pets, and as he looked at her heavily bleeding, Garnt could only feel anger.

Garnt tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, determination burning in his eyes. "Come at me, you wild btich!" he muttered to himself knowing intimidating words wouldn't work on this wild animal-like human.

As the woman charged again, Garnt aimed his sword at her neck, ready to end the threat. Their eyes locked for a brief moment, a mixture of fear and desperation in hers. But just as they were about to collide, she abruptly turned, her movements agile and unnatural. Garnt barely had time to react as she darted away, running on all fours like a wild beast.

"Damn it!" Garnt exclaimed, surprised by the unexpected manoeuvre. He turned his attention back to Huta, who was still in pain. "Eva, keep an eye on her. I need to help Huta."

[I can't! When you look away, I can't see what is going on. Did you forget that I'm relying on your vision?]

Eva muttered showing she was helpless and Garnt decided to make the right decision.

Garnt rushed to his horse's side, assessing the injuries. The creature's eyes reflected pain and trust in equal measure. Garnt couldn't bear to lose another companion.

"Easy, Huta. I'll do my best to help you," he whispered soothingly as he tried to address the wounds.

Meanwhile, the mysterious woman disappeared into the dense forest, her figure moving swiftly among the trees. Garnt was pretty sure that she might not be able to properly live for a few days because of her wounds, but he also worried that she might become an even bigger threat because he knew her raw power was much bigger than his own.

'I don't know why, but that woman remind me of Moga and I don't like this feeling.'

He was having flashbacks and his hidden hatred inside his heart started to come out little by little.

"I'll tend to Huta first, then hunt her down. I won't let her harm anyone else," Garnt declared, his voice filled with determination and quickly lifted his horse without caring about the weight or the blood that dirtied him.

His veins popped out all over his body as Huta was the heaviest thing he had ever lifted in his entire life. If Rona or Ayra were to see him like this in a normal situation, both of them would faint from how sexy he looked, but right now he was anything but that.

As Garnt carried the injured Huta into the village, a gasp rippled through the air. Villagers stopped their daily tasks, their eyes widening as they witnessed the sight before them. Garnt, usually a formidable and composed figure, now looked dishevelled, blood-stained, with pure pain etched across his face.

Ayra and Rona, Garnt's wives, were among the first to notice his approach. Their hearts sank, and an ominous chill ran down their spines. Ayra clutched her chest, her eyes widening in shock. "Rona, something's wrong. Look at Garnt! Is that blood?"

Rona, equally alarmed, squinted her eyes and gripped Ayra's arm. "No way! No way, you're right. He's injured! We need to help him! Quickly open the wooden gate and allow him to enter."

As word spread like wildfire, villagers started gathering near the village gate, forming a worried crowd. Murmurs and whispers swept through the onlookers as they speculated about what could have happened. Some thought of a wild animal attack, while others feared an enemy ambush.

"What in the world happened?" one villager exclaimed, peering at Garnt with concern etched on his face.

"I don't know, but to harm our patriarch, it must be something dangerous."

Garnt, oblivious to the growing commotion, continued his determined stride, his focus solely on Huta. The injured horse shifted uneasily in his arms, and Huta's labored breaths added to the tense atmosphere.

"I will save you, Huta. Don't worry. I'm going to ask Mother's best student to treat you."