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The monster screeched as the light of the dawn burned out half of its eyes and made the other half water with black tears. It halted its attack on the girl, turning to attack this new, stronger enemy.
A spike-tipped tentacle lashed out at Aaron, and he, impossibly, parried it with the branch. The branch creaked, but did not break, and he charged forward, dipping underneath another tentacle as he slipped under the monsters guard and began to attack its eyes. With two swift strikes he blinded the creature on one side, and began to use the blindspot created as an opportunity to continuously strike the creature, while it flailed about desperately trying to fend off the enemy it could not see. His blows struck like rain, parting the flesh of the monster despite the fact that it should have been able to easily with stand bullets. A few tentacles and limbs came close to hitting him, but he parried them without turning his head.
In the end, a third of the monster's tentacles were left limp, its body bleeding profusely from a dozen large gashes, multicoloured liquid seeping from the wounds. It struggled to move this time, its body moving jerkily and slowly as it tried to turn around so it could see the person tormenting it and finally fight back in full.
Aaron would gladly oblige it. Damned monster. He'll kill it, and leave its body scattered across the clearing. He will not lose to it. He felt it. The power thrummed through his body like electricity, making him feel invincible. He'll destroy this beast, before it hurt anyone else-........
OH NO.
Turning his head, he spied the girl who had fallen earlier. The pool of crimson beneath her had only expanded, and she wasn't moving.
OH NO.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! He had gotten too caught up in the moment. While he had been having fun, the girl was dying. No more. He gritted his teeth and pushed down his frustration. No more will suffer. He stuck the branch deep into the writhing mass, eliciting another scream. And then concentrating, he punched the monster, sending it flying off into the distance, smashing through the trees surrounding the clearing.
The monster was gone. But the danger was not. Aaron picked up the girl, holding her tight in his hands in a princess carry. The wound within her was deep, and he had no medicines and no bandages with him. Slamming his foot against the ground, he ran out of the forest, the bushes and trees blurring around him as he sought to put enough distance between him and the monster. Reaching the road, he pulled out his water bottle, washed the wound, and ripped off his shirt in an attempt to bind the wounds.
Snarling to himself, he saw that the wound itself was rather deep, and caked in gore and filth. It would get infected, and septic, if he did nothing. He poured water onto a strip of cloth, and patted it clean. Looking at her chest, he saw movement. Good. Still breathing. He poured the water, angling it so that most of it would splash out of the wound, washing away most of the filthy liquid. And while the water was still remaining in the wound, he bound it tight with his shirt.
The bleeding had stopped.
Now was the time to get to a hospital. It would take him several hours to get to the closest. The girl had less than 45 minutes. Unacceptable. The child shall not die. Not as long as he drew breathe.
Holding up her legs in a princess carry to make sure blood flowed to her heart and brain, the Chosen of the Unconquered Sun moved.
It was fortunate that the roads at this moment was empty, for if any driver had been in on it, they would have been startled and forced off the trail by the comet of gold running down the road at speeds more suited for a car. And if they had been able to look into the brilliance, they would have seen a young girl, cradled by a man with the sun upon his forehead.