Ito ran through the forest as fast as he could knowing that their would be more monsters behind him, the instant Ito had began to run he finally understood what he had been doing, normally he was quiet and kept to himself but today for some reason he had run around like a moron trying to save people and kill the monsters, but why, he finally worked it out. People need him, from the moment he saw people being captured by the horrors he know that people wouldn't save themselves, it was not him being selfish, they just would not do it for themselves so he had to do it for them. He always know he had been born for something bigger and this whole alien attack thing just felt like the tip of the iceberg.
For what felt like hours Ito ran in silence through the forest only his light footsteps to keep him company but all the same it felt like the horrors where just behind him, breathing down his neck. At last he burst through into the light of the clearing like ripping out of a nightmare. All the same he was not about to let his guard down, with his final step into the clearing he kicked of leg, clear into the air, as he went he spun to face the forest behind him and draw his sword with one swift movement. Landing he skidded on the wet leaves a feet or two, but didn't move or take his eyes off the forest that lay before him, in complete silence he looked on into its depth for an movement at all. When no movement came Ito, let out a long caught breath and replaced his sword in its sheath, then dug into his pockets for something to eat, he was sure he would be safe in the clearly with everyone around, dinner time had come and gone and from the looks of the sun, it was about 7 o'clock, leaving them with only about two hours of daylight to play with.
Finally finding some food from his pocket he sat down on the wet leaves not caring for his clothes, ‘when I am not under attack constantly from alien invades with death arrows, I will do the laundry' Ito thought smirking to himself but then remembered the object he had picked up in the forest. The object was long, cold - a metal of some sort and black from scorching, whatever it was, it was important enough for the horrors to be carrying it, so Ito know it must be important to him, ‘know your material before trying to work it' the blacksmith had always told him and Ito thought the same must apply to your enemies. Ito stuffed the last of the food in his mouth and then turned the gun over and over looking for some markings but he could not find any, at least any that could be clear labelled as ‘markings'. The only thing that was clearly visible its bumpy surface was hole at one end, it was probably some sort of ranged weapon like a blowhole, it had to be a weapons or else he felt the monster would not bother to carry it.
Ito set the weapon down on the grass, hole facing away from him and walked over to a nearby fire and got a log, not once breaking eye contact with a weapon he took the log back to where it lay and set the log next to it for better light to examine the instrument by. After this he set about clawing at every inch of the weapon to find some way of working it, or a hatch for the darts or whatever it was that could make trees explode and creatures instantly drop died, he shuddered at the thought of the first time he had seen the horrors.
Ito was about to give up all together on it being a weapon, thinking it was just raw iron laying in the forest, after all stranger things had happened; when one of the bumps about half way down the weapon gave a little, it was so hard to push in Ito put it against his stomach for support and used both hands to pull down the bump. Suddenly the weapon made a loud cracking sound and rammed itself into Ito's ribs, winding him and knocking him from his seating position to flat on the ground. When he hit the ground he was so shocked that the gun had winded him he throw it over to his left shoulder and rolled over to his right trying to catch his breath, however instead of the little thud Ito had been expected when the gun landed, the ground shock and a sound like thunder screamed through the air. Ito sat bolt upright and his head whipped around to the weapon, which just lay there innocently on the grass, Ito's head slow rotated around back to the middle where his jaw dropped so low it nearly unhinged. There, less than two foot in front of him, lay an whole tree ripped cleanly off the base of the trunk. Still amazed Ito's head turned back the weapon "woooowâ€
