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Herryk ached. Everything hurt. In his rage, his body grew larger, larger still. Despite his size, the damage he caused was minimal. A few crates overturned. It was cathartic. Destruction, mindless destruction. It served no purpose, but for this brief, explosive moment, at least he could forget.

Damage done: 1
Base HP: 494/500

A crate filled with odd glowing cloth, one filled with other supplies.

Both crushed.

He turned back towards the portal.

Damage done: 4
Base HP: 490/500

((entering))

Freya remained right at the treeline, clutching to the last vestige of cover that kept her out of sight. The tall, magestic tree was just thick enough to cover all, and she pulled her braid back to keep from swinging into view when her head tilted just enough to see past the tree. Wide and haunted eyes searched, well aware of what she was looking at, and refusing to take a step further. This was their little playground. For all she knew, Jeremy was somewhere in there, waiting for her. Beckoning her to come out and play - her entire body shuddered with fear.

Herryk wasn't hard to find, as usual. Big, black, and causing destruction to everything he touched. She just watched him, her eyes softening with distress as she witnessed him walking freely into the hunter camp. There was something liberating about that particular kind of defiance, as if the hunters were no threat, to any of them. She even took a step forward, at the thought, but her entire body froze when she watched Herryk try to walk through the portal.

"No."

What was he thinking?! If that had worked, he'd be in the human world, in the thick of all the hunters that could possibly exist, ready to tear him apart. She hissed out the word suddenly, stumbling out of her hiding place and surging towards him, her hands scraping the snow as she fought to keep herself moving forward. Herryk's destruction of the camp had her faltering, and she dove behind a crate, which was probably the stupidest idea ever, and hissed out at him.

"Herryk, stop. Come back into the forest before they sees yeh." She'd stopped believing he was immune to the danger, and now he was just asking for trouble.

The monster that turned on her and snarled reminded her that her Herryk wasn't there, anymore. Her entire body curled further back behind the crate, now hiding from him as well, and her arms wrapped around herself until she was pulled into a tight ball. She feared him. She feared everything around her, at the moment, and that meant she was truly, and utterly, alone.

She had come to try and save him. It was at that moment that she remembered he was already beyond saving. She couldn't stop herself from trying, despite how obvious it was that she was going to fail.

Her head stuck out from the crate once more, just enough to see where he was. As long as she could see him, it was enough. It had to be enough. He'd never let her touch him again. He'd never listen to her warnings.

This was all she could do.

"Are you quite done now?"

The remark was flat, dry, slightly sarcastic. Behind Herryk a Hunter, holding what looked like a small electronic notebook and a smaller crate of supplies. She took a long look at the destruction and shrugged, weaving past the debris into the other side of the barrier where she began to place all the objects down on a salvageable table.

There was a small wry smile as she picked up a Do not disturb sign and propped it casually on the table next to her, crossing her arms as she pulled the laptop open and began booting up the load page. Idly, while waiting, she played with her hair as if giant raging Halloween creatures slammed against barriers inefficiently every day of her life (it probably did). "Let me know when you want to talk about things, sweetie."

The sound of a woman's voice made Freya want to lose her lunch right there in the snow. She balled up even tighter, keeping herself hidden behind the crate as well as she could, and her entire body shuddered in fear as Herryk stood squarely in front of a hunter.

He was so much bigger than her. He had to be strong enough to deal with her. It was just one hunter. It was just one hunter, she kept telling herself, over and over, as she rocked in the snow.

Herryk gave an annoyed growl and picked up pacing again, watching the huntress with a wild look in his eyes. He wished that the barrier was not between them. Would she be so bold, so brash then? Part of him knew that she would. These humans, these hunters had always carried themselves with a sense of entitlemet.

While her flippant tone infuriated him, the things she spoke of had him watching her a little more carefully, a little more closely. A break in the cycle, an end to the endlessness. A chance to wipe the slate clean, just as Mort had suggested there might be. Hope? Herryk wouldn't go that far. These were hunters, and he could not trust them, just as he could not trust Medea.

He stopped pacing. Her words echoed thoughts that Herryk had had many times throughout these last few weeks. He felt like an unstoppable force, an endless whirlwind of destruction and pain. His body slowly shrank back to its normal size, and the lethargic feelings that always came with the action pulled at his limbs. He felt heavy, weighted down. Every extremity ached with a dull, throbbing pain deep beneath his skin.

"Herryk is listening," his voice was hoarse and controlled. The draugr sounded exhausted. If what she promised was true, the payoff would be something that he craved. If she lied, if one word she spoke was false… well, hopefully he would be on the other side of that barrier.