Napoleonic Dread French Doctor

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Aubert le Manteau worked quickly and precisely, aided by the fact that Capitaine de Galoche had passed out. He would likely lose the leg, but an amputation out here was a death sentence. The soldier would have to make it through the next days until they had made their way back. A few meters away lay the body of the slain beast. Two dead soldiers next to it, the cost for their succesful hunt. In the end it had been Évelin Cuissarde, their huntress. She had emerged from the shadows as the monster was being distracted and had pierced its heart with a single, well aimed shot. Blood squirted out of the wound and he had to surpress a shiver. He wasn't squirmish by any means, a man being torn apart by a cannon ball or by some monstrosity was all the same to him. If only all that blood wasn't so damn delicious! He could smell the indian woman behind him. She was suspicious, had been for a few days now. But either she wasn't certain, or she didn't trust her reputation among the group enough to make accusations. Either way, he would have to be very careful around her. He silently cursed the General's orders that had put him in the company of people that hunted beings like him for a living. It was, admittedly, a very good disguise, as the General himself had proven. But still... he had come too far to be found out by some savage now. It was a long way back, surely an opportunity would present itself.File also comes supported.