Garden Town and The Field of Bloody Flowers

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Bronson had little time to act; instinctively, he shielded his eyes from the acid attack using the same arm he used to hold his crossbow. He wore no armor, only thick clothing that was to resist physical attack. The acid soaked through the outer layer and he could feel it touch his skin. The sting made him grit his teeth.

He was no fool, however. Swiftly, he used his free arm to grab his Hunting Axe and swung it into the goblin's sternum while it was in midair. I could have taken this one easier if I had the chance to extend my weapon, he thought in annoyance.
 
The Goblin flung back and landed on the ground. It moved violently in pain; it grabbed the handle and pulled the axe out of its chest—it made it worse, instantly dying as blood poured out of its body. Yet the blood pouring out seems more than usual; it was not red, but a more orange colored.

Monster Hunter shook the blade one to get the blood of it. “You’re alright?” He asked Bronson.
 
"It's only a flesh wound. I've had worse." Bronson replied, prying his axe from the dead Goblin's hands and proceeding to extend it into its halberd-form. "The third one got away. But I think we're getting closer to the radiated area based on the blood color of this one." He pointed to the orange splattered on the blade. "That third one left something before running off." Bronson yanked down the sleeve to cover the mild chemical burn. "It was smart to run... probably warnin' its group about us by now. Still want to get those masks goin' before we go any further?"
 
“That’s a definitive possibility for the third one to warn the others. The fact that it was studying our movements is trying to take advantage.” Monster Hunter crouched down after pulling out a container out of his pocket. He took a lot of the blood into it and places in his pocket. 

“Yeah, it would be ideal to get those masks.” Monster Hunter answered his question. “Knowing them, they’re probably going to wait for us to come.” 

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After arriving at the town, both head to the clothing store where a man greeted both of them. 

“Monster Hunter, haven’t seen you around much. Looks like you brought in a friend too.” The man recognized Monster Hunter. “Guess I’m going to be real busy with a request, right?” 

“It’s something like that. We need masks, which protect us from radiation.” Monster Hunter asked.

“Radiation masks; does your mission requires that?” The man wondered.
 
"We've got a feeling your goblin problems are coming from a radioactive pond around here. Just took out a couple of them, but one had abnormal blood color." Bronson explained. "The masks could keep us from fallin' ill while we clear out the rest of the area so you can live without worry. And you'll know which places to avoid taking water from, for your health's sake. Radiation poisoning is mighty gastly to deal with."
 
“Goblins; those little bastards are always raiding our town with foods and resources. Sometimes, they tried to get our women, but they were unsuccessful so far, our ladies aren’t to be taken lightly.” The man nodded at Bronson’s explanation for the masks. “I’m not surprise, the goblins and plenty of other monsters, was affected by the nuclear wars just like humans and it changed their bodies, in many ways, more dangerous than what they were already.” He pulled out a shelf that contains leather. “We don’t have much in these parts, but I do get some fancy stuff time to time with a buddy of mines who likes to travel. Thankfully, he avoided being heckled by the Dalv Tribe. Give me one moment…” 

Monster Hunter nodded and took a seat on a table with few chairs. “He’s going to take a few moments, so let’s rest.”
 
"Good idea." Bronson sat down on a nearby stool and contemplated cleaning his axe of the blood before deciding to leave it as is for the moment. Instead he chose to attend to the mild burn he sustained from the acid attack, using a rag he had on him to absorb the rest of the moisture and cover that spot on his arm. "Good thing I wear thick clothing these days..."

"Either of you ever come across any mutated humans before? I come from the sides where most of the leftovers from the war are just junkyards for old artillery and destroyed statues." He asked them. "I wonder if that's the only thing that deters the Dalv Tribe from raiding towns around the nuclear waste pools..."
 
Monster Hunter tried to recall if he ever encountered any mutated humans, but nothing came up. “Not even once in my days of slaying monsters near this town that I came across a mutated human.”

“I personally never encountered them, but my buddy did in his travels.” The dressmaker took out several pieces of leather, placing under a sewing machine. “You’re right about the Dalv Tribe avoiding raiding towns that have nuclear waste; despite their huge numbers and hording of all the resources, Dalv isn’t an idiot… she wouldn’t risk sending her lackeys to steal towns that have a high concentration of mutants.”
 
"Sometimes I wonder if that Tribe's gone smuggling things from other continents with pirate ships..." Bronson wondered. "I hope they don't try to pay the guilds a visit anytime soon. The other towns that have avoided them are probably isolated ones that you can't find on a local cartographer's map."
 
“It wouldn’t surprise me if that’s the case.” Monster Hunter added on Bronson’s assumption. “There’s nothing left in this dreaded continent they can take other than scraps and junk. Though, it does raise a question.” He looked over to the dressmaker, whom still is preparing the cloth, but nearly done, before returning to Bronson. 

“I have no knowledge of how guilds work nor function, but how come none of them in this continent did anything to the tribe?”
 
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