A roasting pit was what made the cart. Sun blaring is light above made them feel like meat on a stick ready like some well-done steak. He figured it'd be good to pass the uncomfortable, bumpy and quiet ride with a doze of slumber for the meeting to come. Can't fall asleep in front of some Elder now! The rattling and bumping of the cart pushed Ken flat on to the floor still asleep whilst the others attempted to keep their rears comfortable with the hard timber seats. He snored. It could be heard from quite the distance.

The lazy slumberer was rudely awakened by the sound of a felyne shouting for help. Something about hunters. Was it? The Aptonoth cried, letting out its defensive roar which acted like a rooster's cocking to Ken's ears as his eyes was blinded by the sun's light. A familiar hissing and wailing woozed the sleepyhead. His vision slightly blurry in front of him and he scouted about... Senses coming together in a blink of an eye. [color=6ecff6]"Oh dang it! Jaggis about!"[/color] He saw that one other Hunter is already on her feet, dealing with one part of the Jaggis. The young man took up arms... The mechanical sword in one hand and the sharp shield on the other and leap forth from the cart to another part of the cart with swords swingin'.

[color=6ecff6]"These Jaggers don't come alone do they?" [/color]He commented idly and dove nose-deep into a small pack of them. [color=6ecff6]"Kill them quickly and clean in a jiffy! Here I go!"[/color] A sluggish start for young Ken. He took the sword and charged forward in a sweeping motion to clear the Jaggis away from the Aptonoth before hitting the flat side of the blade against the shield. [color=6ecff6]"Come on now you lil' maggots. Come to papa!"[/color]