A Lone Knight's Bounty

As The Knight was the forest, he had stop his movement and had the strangest feeling of being challenged, not challenged like earlier but challenged to something important, but he shrugged it off and an proceeded to cut off the Drider's left most rear leg.

A sickening crunch echoed through the forest as the knight threw is sword like a throwing knife at the Drider's face braking her nose, the Drider reeled back in pain, backing up on her severed leg, tripping her self.

With dirt and other materials in her severed leg, the pain had doubled, but her nose was hurting the most. She had fallen and vulnerable, she was defeated, but she was going down fighting!

The Knight stepped forward and she lashed out at him he stepped back with a slight flinch. The Knight was not a bad guy, he felt bad having know he had attacked a woman, he did not know how to get her to trust him, after all he had cut of her leg and broke her nose. Even he would trust himself.

The knight had to think of something to get her to calm down, he opened his rucksack and looked around, he looked back up to see the Drider begin to get more scared, so the knight started looking more into his back faster, then he found it!

The canteen of Dwarf Ale!

The Knight closed his rucksack and put it back on his back, and offered the drink to the Drider. The Drider's only response was a hiss towards him. The Knight pulled the drink back, if the Drider drank the Ale, her pain would subsided and he would be able to try and help her.

Without having to play charades and explain to the Drider that he wanted to help her, he sprinted towards the Drider. She was pissed pants scared and frozen in fear. The Knight forced the canteen down the Drider throat, feeling the drink half empty he pulled it off her lips.

*Hic*

The Drider was drunk, and she completely forgot the pain in her amputated leg and broken nose, after a while she did a small burp and passed out.

While she was unconscious, The knight walked around her body and inspected the stub of the once black spider leg, the Knight would have to make a fire to cauterize the wound, but it would take to long, so the knight accurately and swiftly cut off dirt cover end of the stub. The Drider flinched in her sleep, but calmed down and started to lightly snore. Kind of cute, but the knight was too busy to enjoy it. He took out his tent from his rucksack, ripped the fabric in half, dosed it in the remaining ale, he then put the wet rag on the now bleeding wound. The Drider started squirming but just like last time she went back to snoring, the knight did his best, now he wishes he bought the med-kit from the general store or the healing potion from the man in the alley.

With the job done, The Knight got up and started to look for fire wood, after looking around he found a convenient stack of sticks next to a tree. Setting up the fire pit, The Knight notices that the forest was getting darker. Working faster, the Knight lit the fire and dragged the Drider closer towards the fire so she wouldn't freeze to death.

3 hours later...

The Knight was still awake, keeping guard so that no beast could kill him and his possibly new friend, when he heard a gust of wind.

What was special about this gust of wind? It had the faint sound of insect wings, but it was coming slowly, was it injured?

The Knight wont be able to help him if it's bleeding, and there's only enough food for him and the Drider. The buzzing sound got closer, and it's getting slower, eventually the bushes started to rustle and a black eqainian bug stepped out, It looked injured (great) with cuts and slightly visible bruises all around his body, by what the Knight could see. The Bug thing stretch out it's left hand and said in a gasping voice:

"H-help M-me..."

The Bug pony fell over unconscious

'Great more work', thought The Knight.