the devision of team pink

The division of team pink

Chapter one


It had been several months since team pink had slain their first kut-ku and now they were all garbed in its armour. Liam wore kut-ku gunner armour with a battle cap, velociprey legs and was armed with a blood shotgun. James also wore a battle cap with kut-ku chest and tasset but wore velociprey gloves and greaves; he was armed with poison axe, which he had crafted after one of their many encounters with gypceros. Mikle had improved his great sword into a defender and wore kut-ku chest and arms with an ioprey hat, tasset and greaves.

The three had slain many wyverns since forming team pink. They had dealt with the sand monster cephadrome, they had killed the poisonous terror that was gypceros and they had brought down the lesser rock beast basarios. All of which several times but still they wore armour to honour the team name. They had once thought to make cephadrome armour and rename themselves team fish but ultimately they chose to stick to the original idea. Now they were going to test their skill and ability by taking on a rathalos, a fierce and powerful male wyvern.

They agreed to meet at the guild at noon. Mikle was the first to arrive. He possessed not but his great sword, some whetstones, a pick axe if he had the time and all the potions he could carry. He waited for a while but he wasn’t angry because he had arrived a bit early to gain a bit of alcoholic courage. He pulled up a seat next to another hunter and began to drink.

“What is this stuff?” he questioned gazing into the dark tankard. “It’s not bad but I don’t think it’s got what I need. Waitress! Something stronger!”

Mikle looked around to see if the waitress had heard him when he realised the hunter next to him was a female wearing rathalos armour.

“I’m going to slay a rathalos y’know?” he mentioned to the girl. “it may be potentially very dangerous and should only be done by someone who knows what he is doing.”

“Really?” she replied not sounding very impressed.

“Oh yer” said Mikle thinking that he had gained her attention. “Its gonna be huge and powerful and errr red but I shall prevail.”

“Look buddy” she asserted sounding rather annoyed. “Your inane lie to impress me has failed. Save yourself the humiliation of me kicking your arse and just go back to your drink.”

“Lie?” Mikle responded. “Oh I see. My armour is kat-ku. No it's not the only one I could get, I just prefer to wear kut-ku armour.”

“Prefer? What kind of guy prefers to wear pink armour? Oh I see. You’re like that, are you? Sorry for thinking you wear on the pull” she stood up and began to leave to embark on a quest.

“No no! You don’t understand me and these two other guys are in a team together!” yelled Mikle trying to regain any respect from the girl.

“Look what you do with other guys is none of my business and personally I don’t wanna know.” She replied leaving through the tavern style door. “Good luck with whatever you guys do together. I’m going to kill a rathalos.”

And with that she was gone. Mikle sat down embarrassed and drank quietly hoping no one had overheard. He spared a glance at his armour and thought to himself that the colour pink implies nothing. James eventually entered the guild.

“Hey Mikle . Ready to killed some rathalos?” James said cheerily.

“I’m not gay! Who said I was? I will not have sex with you!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” James replied shocked.

“Nothing.” Replied Mikle. “Damn woman.”

“You’re not gay but you don’t like woman?” joked James in reply.

“Just shut up and pretend I said nothing” said Mikle angrily.

James sat down and the two of them drank and waited for Liam. They wait for half an hour before Liam came tumbling in the door. With an apologetic but explanative look on his face he approached the table were the rest of team pink sat.

“And were have you been” asked James

“Getting ready. It takes much longer for a gunner to get ready. I have to choose what ammo to bring, what components I need to bring, what stuff I need to buy, what stuff I need to sell to buy the stuff I need to buy. The list goes on.”

“Maybe if you got ready the night before then we wouldn’t have to wait here so long for you and keep drinking to pass the time!” James yelled. “ I mean look at Mikle. He can’t even stand up.”

“Is that a challenge?” slurred Mikle attempting to stand but falling on his arse in the process.”

“Ok ok, I’m sorry lets just go” replied Liam lifting Mikle and making his way to the door.



Chapter two

They arrived at the forest and hill area and ran to the blue box. They mostly agreed on what supplies each of them could have but there were some arguments over who got the extra first aid meds and rations. Mikle and James ran off first agreeing between themselves who would have the duty of paint-balling the wyvern. Liam was naturally a little bit behind as he always insisted on loading before leaving the camp was secretly hoping that they could fight the rathalos in area four.

They all entered area three but saw nothing. Mikle began to run to area ten but James stopped him.

“What are you doing?” Mikle yelled.

“Listen” replied James.

“What the”

“Just listen!” interrupted James.

Mikle paused for a second and then insisted he heard nothing. James shushed him and closed his eyes to drown out distractions. He heard wind at first. Then steps and chewing from the herbivore aptonoth that were grazing near by. But then heard what he wanted. The flapping a grand wings. He opened his eyes and looked to the sky to see a rathalos about to attack the aptonoth. It flew down and knocked the great quadruped over, then ripped at it with its teeth. James and Mikle saw their chance and ran at it. Mikle was the first to hit it with a powerful slash down the left leg while James threw a paintball, hitting it in the side of the neck as the rathalos made two quick turns and lunged at him. James quickly rolled out of the way and did a jumping slash, hitting it in the stinger of the tail. The rathalos turned round and bit at James who only just managed to guard. The hit still sent James sliding back a few feet. Mikle caught up to the beast and did an upward slice at the tail, which almost sliced it straight off. James then got between its legs and proceeded to swipe and slash at its soft underbelly. Liam soon arrived in the area and wasted no time bringing out the big bullets, firing a cluster shell right into the beast’s face. The rathalos ran at Liam sending him flying back into area two. After which the rathalos flew up into the air and fired three fireballs at Mikle and James. James guarded one, as did Mikle but the third ball landed behind Mikle and sent him flying forward in flames. Rathalos soon landed and instantly basted another fireball at Mikle as he got up. Mikle stuck his sword in the ground to raise himself but only just saw the fireball as he got to his feet. He closed his eyes, he’d been hit by many kinds of wyvern projectiles before but he closed his eyes only to this one. Time slowed, he felt the heat of the ball getting closer, he heard the after roar of the monstrous creature that had fired it and he even heard the break of the ball on tough surface but to his surprise the ball didn’t hit him. He opened his eyes to see James sliding at him with his shield on fire, he could only assume the James had guarded it for him. The wyvern roared and ran at them, James was still sliding from taking the blast, Mikle stood in front and guarded for the both of them.

“This makes us equal” he grunted as the rathalos met the great blade and begun to push it.

“That’s fair.” Replied James regaining his footing.

The wyvern flew up and blew back James and Mikle. It readied its sting. All James and Mikle could do was pull up their guards and hope they could stand it. They watched as the dragon began its speedy lunging decent. But as it flew it met a powerful shell, which exploded making the wyvern fall from the sky. James and Mikle looked back to Liam who strutted at the wyvern as it squirmed on the ground, the barrel of his gun smocking.

“That’s what you get. That’s what you get when you knock me into another area bitch!” he shouted at the rathalos.

James and Mikle looked at each other for a second in disbelief and then ran at the wyvern that was still recovering from the explosive. They scored many strikes and blows as the dragon got back to feet. It spread its tattered and beaten wings and flew off to area four. Liam mixed up some more explosives as James and Mikle sharpened their blunt swords. They all run up the slope to area four with a slight grin on their faces as the all believed victory was at hand. Upon arriving Liam ran straight to the opposite end as the other melee hunters occupied the rathalos.

“Good work distraction monkeys” Liam thought to himself climbing to the vantage point next to the cave entrance.

Liam loaded the cluster shell and waited for the rathalos to turn round and face him, which it soon did. But something was wrong the rathalos had a look about it. It spread open its wings sending gusts of wind to either side of it, knocking Mikle and James off their feet. The rathalos took off straight in the direction of Liam. The gunner worried and fired his shot at the speeding rathalos to no avail. The rathalos hit Liam sending him flying back off the edge of area four and down the cliff.

“Liam!” Mikle and James both yelled.

They readied their swords and ran at the rathalos that was now perched on the area where Liam had been. The monster flew at them snaring James in his talons and flying off down the other side of the cliff.

“Oh no you don’t!” cried Mikle, jumping off the edge and driving his defender into the back of the rathalos.

James began hacking at the wyvern’s foot. Slicing away as hard as he could at the think hide and bone until the foot came clean off and James fell with it into a river at the bottom of the cliff. Mikle still hanging onto the great sword embedded in the rathalos’s back, pulled out his carving knife and stabbed at the wyvern repetitively. The wyvern flew for miles into land in had never been before turning, swooping, ascending and diving in an attempt to shake off Mikle. Mikle now consumed by the rage at the possible death of his two team-mates kept slashing at the red dragon’s back. Eventually the rathalos grew weak; it went into descent over a new land, then carving had cut the tissue between the spinal vertebras and the wyverns body parts began to fail. Its crashed into the ground dead its last breath wisping up the desert sand. Mikle dislodged the sword and breathed deep.

“Well were the hell am I now?” he thought placing his great sword on his back and walking into the desert.

To be continued……