|The Thrill of the Hunt
Wyventurer: Berserker! You're well! We were quite worried when you didn't come back.
Hunter Berserker: Apologies. I ran into some trouble.
Hunter Berserker: Speaking of troubles, might you post a request for me?
Wyventurer: What sort of request?
Hunter Berserker: On the way back from dealing with the Rathalos, I ran into an even bigger one. I want to take it down.
Hunter Berserker: And if I wish to hunt it properly, I'll need you to issue a request.
Wyventurer: Quite upright of you. Very well. The clear condition shall be the extermination of one Rathalos. Will that suffice?
Hunter Berserker: This is no mere Rathalos—this one is a gold crown! I confirmed it in the hunter's notes while I was on the way back.
Hunter Berserker: My thanks for the notes, by the way. I'd have been lost without them.
Wyventurer: Perhaps you'd share the story so I can draw up the written request in full?
Hunter Berserker: Very well. But do try not to judge me harshly; it is a rather shameful tale. You see, it all began...
Wyventurer: ...And then you ate a RAW scatterfish? My word! Those are mainly used for crafting, you know.
Wyventurer: And to think you had to defeat a monster with a skinning knife! Here, take this whetstone for your next encounter.
Wyventurer: Still, that was a fine bit of thinking to distract your foe with a stone.
Wyventurer: You're a splendid hunter already if you came up with something so quick-witted on the spot.
Hunter Berserker: A hunter, eh? Heh... AAAH HA HA HA!
Wyventurer: Goodness, what's wrong?
Hunter Berserker: Ah, I just remembered the thrill I got from stalking my prey as a true hunter. It was a feeling totally unlike any that I have ever experienced.
Wyventurer: Well, you certainly LOOK thrilled! Still, the most important thing is that you enjoyed the hunt.
Wyventurer: Right then! Your request is registered. I take it you'll be off straightaway?
Hunter Berserker: I'm already out the door.
Wyventurer: Let me provide you with provisions first. This large barrel bomb should be just the thing you need, along with the whetstone.
Wyventurer: Oh, and as thanks for telling me such a thrilling tale, please take this small token.
Hunter Berserker: Oh? My thanks.
Wyventurer: That, my friend, is an indispensable item for any hunter. To use it, you just—
Hunter Berserker: I have seen them used in the field.
Wyventurer: Then I'll spare you the explanation. Good luck, Berserker—I know you'll return here a champion.
Hunter Berserker: Nothing in my sight except small fry. Where is my true target?
Hunter Berserker: Wait! What have we here?
Hunter Berserker: Ah, yes. That stench. That peaty texture. This is clearly monster dung!
Hunter Berserker: At last, the trail is found. This euphoria will hone my spirit like a whetstone!
Hunter Berserker: But wait. Is there not another use for Rathalos dung besides finding a trail?
Hunter Berserker: Let me just take dung in hand aaand...
Hunter Berserker: There! It's smeared all over my gear!
Hunter Berserker: This should cloak my human scent from any monsters in the area.
Hunter Berserker: Thankfully, the Rathalos and I don't have the kind of relationship where we worry about appearances. Our connection runs far deeper than such!
Hunter Berserker: Ah ha! There it is!
Hunter Berserker: And conveniently asleep, at that. Now to set this large barrel bomb right next to it.
Hunter Berserker: (Ha! Look how close I am! My dung seems to have done the trick.)
Hunter Berserker: (Still, this thing is simply massive. Will this bomb even make a dent?)
Hunter Berserker: (The first strike oft makes the difference between victory and defeat...)
Hunter Berserker: (Which means I'll have to try everything I can!)
Hunter Berserker: (Let me just stuff all of my ingredients into this bomb and see if...)
Hunter Berserker: (Oh ho! A mega barrel bomb! So THAT'S how you're supposed to use a scatterfish!)
Hunter Berserker: (I have you now, Rathalos.)
Hunter Berserker: Enough chatter. Time to blow a hole the size of a mountain in this beast.
Hunter Berserker: Let this be the opening salvo in our clash!
Hunter Berserker: Ho, my worthy opponent! Remember me?!
Hunter Berserker: Yes! YEEEEEES! Sing to me, Rathalos! Wash over me with your rage!
Hunter Berserker: With every strike, the feeling grows! Oh, how I've waited for this moment!
Hunter Berserker: And I know you feel the same, which is why I've wagered everything on this hunt!
Hunter Berserker: My health, stamina, and weapon sharpness are all perfection!
Hunter Berserker: Now, come! Face my feelings! Let me truly LIVE!
Hunter Berserker: Let us engage in a hunt where our very lives are the prize!
Hunter Berserker: Battle me! Struggle and strain! Our back and forth IS life!
Hunter Berserker: Weak!
Hunter Berserker: Enough! I will put all that I am into the power of this slash! HRAAAAGH!
Hunter Berserker: Ha ha ha! So you seek the safety of the skies, do you? Well, I still have a trick or two up my own sleeve.
Hunter Berserker: Time to put the Wyventurer's gift to good use!
Hunter Berserker: ...As I thought, it has no killing power on its own. However, it still has a use!
Hunter Berserker: That paintball may be a common tool, but it is also a hunter's finest weapon!
Hunter Berserker: Now an invisible chain links the two of us. There is no escape for you, Rathalos!
Hunter Berserker: This will be your end, my adversary.