Primitive Man

Chapter 30: Don't touch my nephew

"Damn it! He isn't even wearing anything. Why do I have to look at his junk?" Garnt complained seeing the man coming out of the cave and biting a piece of raw meat.

As a male with a modern-day sense of vision, Garnt felt disgusted to see his body filled with dirty marks, as well as too much hair which was common for the men in this world. Luckily, Garnt was still in his teen years, so he had enough time to groom himself properly.

His fingers caressed the fletching of a poisoned arrow, a weapon crafted for situations such as these. "If I can hit the right spot," Garnt mused, his voice barely audible even to the wind, "I might be able to kill him with one shot."

Drawing his bowstring with practised grace, Garnt aimed at the towering figure's exposed neck. The wind whispered through the leaves as if holding its breath in anticipation.

Ayra was waiting for her own chance to shine, so she took her spear and waited for Garnt to act. It only took a few seconds after the man turned back, Garnt's fingers released, and the arrow soared through the air with deadly precision.

As the arrow found its mark, a guttural roar erupted from the colossal man. He stumbled backwards, his hand clutching at the wound on his shoulder. "Ahhhhhh~ what is this?" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the forest.

Unfortunately, Garnt didn't manage to get an accurate shot this time due to the pressure he was under and Garnt's heart raced as he notched another arrow to make up for his mistake, his eyes locked onto his formidable foe hoping his next arrow would be the end of this man.

The man looked around at everything around him. Just as Garnt was about to shoot again, the man unexpectedly tossed the leftover bone he was eating towards Garnt. This made Garnt step back quickly because he didn't want the bone to touch him.

"Damn it! How did he see us? Is it a fluke? and how can he move his limbs when this poison was even able to kill wild animals?"

[It might have been a fluke, but looks like the poison is not enough to kill him. Go and quickly stab him before the poison wears off.]

Hearing Eva's advice, Garnt signalled his aunt and both of them ran trying to finish off the man, who was writhing on the ground with his limbs going numb from the poison.

However, a new threat emerged from the chaos. The woman who had been with the gigantic man suddenly realized the dire situation they were in. Fear etched across her face, she turned to flee back towards the safety of the cave they had emerged from.

But before she could take more than a few steps, Garnt leapt into action.

"You son of a bitch! How dare you break the spear my nephew made me?" Ayra shouted in anger and tried to hit him with her bare hand.

But Garnt could easily see that his aunt was underestimating this man, so he had to take action on his part. After giving the woman a dangerous tap on her neck, right at the base, the pressure point sent a shockwave through her nervous system.

Almost instantly, her eyes fluttered, and her body went limp as unconsciousness overcame her.

He then proceeded to run toward the man, who was looking at his aunt and stabbed him in the back hoping, he would at least go down with it, but unlike what he expected things got worse and he suddenly turned toward Garnt and held him by the head.

"Gaaaarnt!" Scared about her nephew, Ayra shouted and her attacks got more vicious.

"You little pests! I will kill all of you," He growled in anger and tried to squeeze Garnt's head, and he was sure if not for his aunt interfering, this man would easily crush his head.

"Ughh~ go down already, you asshole! Die like the animal you are," Garnt spat on his face, causing him to close his eyes instinctively. But before another word could escape Garnt's lips, the man's hand shot out like lightning.

In an instant, he hurled Garnt with tremendous force, sending him hurtling through the air.

The collision was brutal and unforgiving. Garnt's body collided against a solid surface with bone-crushing impact, causing him to cough and sputter violently. Blood sprayed from his mouth, mixing with the dust that hung in the air. The pain was searing and immediate, radiating through his entire being.

As he lay there, gasping for breath, Ayra felt like her whole body went numb seeing garnt spitting out blood and for a moment, she forgot about her own sanity.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh~ Garnt, no, no this isn't possible, he can't-" she started mumbling like a mad woman looking at her nephew, but her eyes then automatically went to the man, who was still wiping his face trying to get rid of Garnt's spit.

"It's you! You threw him! Kill! Kill, I will cut off your penis, you son of a bitch," Ayra shouted and took the pointy side of her spear and ran in the gigantic man's direction.

"No one! I won't let anyone touch him, he is my family, I will protect him,"