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!!Battling The Rampaging Unicorn!!
OOC INFO: Kynan knows little to nothing about the inuchakk, he is hunting the creature as it seems like a nice kill that will sustain him for a long time.
These creatures whatever they were, lurking in the shadows of the water below the tundra’s rim, occasionally they broke the surface a horn and small sections of possibly a tail or something along those lines would appear before diving back under into the depths, they got close to the ice wall occasionally but getting to them would be the issue, it wouldn’t be ideal to fight them on their terms.
The Hunter, crouched observing these things using a snow wall he had erected to protect himself from the sea winds, his Tundra Wolf Hide Armour with its white fur, seemed to blend into the environment itself. His crude shortbow unstrung by his side as he sat and observed whenever these creatures came.
He began his plan, surely killing one of these things would bring some very bountiful produce to trade as well as some meat and other materials that could be used to survive in this hospitable landscape.
The only problem was getting that thing to stay above the surface. He began using the snow as paper using his wolf-fang knife to draw his plan. Using one of his explosive tipped arrows.
He could use it to try to bring down part of the ice wall onto the creature as it came to the surface this should as it falls force it to come up to avoid being dragged and pinned in the depths. This would be the time to attack it when it’s stuck there.
Next step would be to release one of his favourites, a Wraith-Fang.
The idea aim for the largest section of its body that means I shouldn’t miss, next I would need to shoot off a Flash Flare, guessing these beasts prefer the darkness it should give it quite a shock giving me time to reposition and catch it in a net.
At least while it tries to get free I can fill the area’s with vital organs full of arrows hopefully the blood loss should do it in or at least prevent it from diving.
The Hunter his mask obscuring most of his face had strung his bow. A "Fuse Tip" notched as he sat near the ledge waiting for one of the creatures to come towards the more weathered side of the glacier.
The only thought was “I’ve got one shot at this, if it goes wrong I’m either dinner or wasted resources”
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