Ch 73: The hunter becomes the hunted [pt2]

“Fuck it. I had such rotten luck today. I managed to run into a non-leech who was much stronger than me. I cannot let the other hunters find out this or they would never let me live this humiliation down.”

Anya hissed as she pressed her hand against her aching shoulder. She was sure that she had dislocated it on her last impact. Her sword, held in her other hand, got dragged along on the ground behind her as she fled.

Beside her, the sturdy presence of her griffin gave her the willpower to continue moving.

Her familiar, the griffin, was someone she had raised from an egg. They had an unbreakable bond and Anya knew she would be saved in the end.

The griffin nudged her shoulder, asking Anya if she was alright and Anya quickly pushed her hand against the griffin’s break to reassure it. She patted that solid break a few times before pushing the feathery face away from her one.