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Leaving the victim lying where he was, Radley decided to wander just a few moments away. She had a sinking feeling that nothing was going to happen, so she was content to just leave him lying there for the moment.

Besides, he totally flipped out and then went right back to sleep. Who in their right mind freaking did that!?

Before she could actually look at a portal, Radley saw a monstrous form that looked blighted, green and sporting two heads and an open green maw in the middle where its stomach was supposed to be.

Also, it was asymmetrical and kind of disturbing, but mostly gross.

Yawning more out of stress than tiredness, Radley shook her head and attacked head on, attempting to hit it where she thought its weak points were. She sorely missed Eilissandra, and realized that she had grown reliant on the weapon, even though that's what Hunters were supposed to do - but what happened if one was without their weapon?

Stuff like this happened. It wasn't good.

Slamming her fist into its side, she narrowly avoided getting plundered into the ground by its meaty fist, letting out a quick breath. Radley was sorely out of shape, not having scrapped for quite a while.

Not much damage was done to the thing, but she believed she could wear it down.

Still the same amount of damage as she continued her steady pace, gaining the same amount of damage from the creature.

It was relentless, but Radley could be relentless too.

She didn't let up, not once, just kept going like an animal that was slowly wearing down its prey.

You were born for this, you realize. Came Eilissandra's proud comment. Radley didn't know how to respond to it, but merely shrugged, indicating that she'd at least heard.

Tiring quicker than she'd thought, she ended up missing entirely, but the creature hadn't missed her.

Watch out! Came her weapon's cry, too late, as she slammed down on the floor and rolled to dodge any further attacks.

This had to end, and fast.

Eilissandra slid back into bracelet form on Radley's wrist, and Radley threw what she thought was a final punch - only to meet the creature's hands blocking hers.

It was a draw.

Drawing up to the portal, Radley breathed in and steeled her nerves before she stepped inside, greeted by a vast array of greenery and vines that encompassed the entirety of the world she had stepped in.

It was almost a parallel version of the one she had just left, and following further away from the portal led to much greener pastures - in a manner of speaking.

There was an end to the pathway that she walked upon, and she saw almost instantly the blond man she had rescued before, goggles askew on his head, scarves tattered and torn, and his llama hat had definitely seen better days.

He was awake, and raised his head to stare at her with a confused expression, opening his mouth to speak - but nothing came out.

Radley opened her mouth to reply, finding that her voice had been snatched up - they couldn't speak in this particular dimension, which was rather frustrating, and she had never been good at charades.

Stepping up to the blond who was tangled in the vines, she reached up to tuck a lock of hair out of his face, trying to show that she was a friend, that she was there to help - it pained her to watch him flinch away, as if her fingers had been lit on fire. It must have showed on her face because he made a strained expression, almost apologetic.

Shrugging to show that no harm was meant, she glanced around the world again, not sure of what else to say, or how to portray it. Stepping forward again, she patted the top of his head as if to say he'd be alright, and then walked away, at a loss for anything else to do.