It urgently moved its head, trying to bite at his fingers. And then its front leg back to move too, trying to reach behind it. But the limb lacked the dexterity of a human one, and it was unable to do much more than shake Beam to and fro.
Finally, in a latch ditch effort of panic, the Gorebeast dove to the floor, attempting to roll onto its back. But by now, Beam was already off it. His sword that had been tossed away was back in its hand.
The Gorebeast was rolling around on its back, shrieking anxiously, when its eyes fell upon Beam, and the glinting steel in its hand. The two of them glared at its exposed belly, and they both moved together, only, Beam was faster. His sword ran up the soft flesh of its underside, spilling its guts.
With a whine of pain and the pooling of much blood, the creature lost its life.
Beam was breathing heavily as he knelt on the ground, using his sword to hold himself upright.
With the exhaustion building up, he barely had time to register that which he'd done – that new fighting style that had been brought about by desperation. He merely got back to work straight away, as though the knowledge had spread deep within his bones: if he didn't get these bodies dealt with, then eventually, he would die.
There was some flint and steel in his pocket, as well as a few sheets of dry and papery birch bark – a prime fire-lighting material with the highly flammable oil that ran throughout it.
He began grabbing some of the low-hanging branches of nearby fur trees. With how dense the forest was, and how tall the trees had become, a large majority of these lower branches were dead, and therefore dry, for the tree had no use for branches that didn't help it to absorb sunlight.
Usually, the speed at which it burned would be a source of irritation for people that wanted to keep their fire going for long periods of time, but today, it was perfect for Beam's purposes.
He began to throw some of the meat onto the fire, even as he continued to grow it.
After it grew to a certain size, he grew wary of growing it much further, lest he set fire to the forest. With that realization, he started to pay closer attention to what he was doing, making sure his fire was a good distance from the trees, lest it spread.
Even then, he realized that the underground roots of the trees could catch fire if he wasn't careful. Such was a common cause of forest fires. With so many worries, so many things that could go wrong, Beam's already fatigued state continued to grow even more tightly frayed.
He decided to move his fire closer to the cliff. He began taking some of the half-burned pieces of wood out – stuff that he could grab without the flames getting to him – and putting it right at the entrance, right beside the two Konbreakers that he had slain earlier.
As he moved, he grew more and more satisfied with the idea. He realized that there was absolutely no point in keeping the meat out in the open. The monsters were completely fervent when drawn in by its scent. As long as they noticed it, that was all that he needed. As long as they were drawn in, it was a victory for him.
Not only that, but putting the fire right next to the cliff allowed him to grow it much larger, for he wouldn't have to worry about it spreading to the trees.
He began to move faster, pleased that he was finally covering some ground and improving his position.