Kamina nodded as Yoko patted his shoulder, "Right. See you tomorrow." he said as she walked off, watching those beautiful hips sway back and forth as she left the room. Exodus, however, was definitely in thought; though it most likely wasn't the kind that Yoko might approve of. He most certainly wouldn't waste this chance; he'd kill Thymilph, then use his meaty head to beat Adiane to death. Or at the very least, lure her out so that he could tear her apart himself. Exodus took a deep calming breath; he felt himself start to slip again.
Kamina noticed this and asked, "Hey, everything alright?" Exodus just replied, "Yeah, just relieved I don't have to worry about Beastmen breathing down my neck every five seconds. Still getting used to not having to stay awake at night, waiting for them to drag me away." Kamina just clasped his thin shoulder, "We got your back, big guy. Count on it. Now get some rest, the road to recovery can't be walked with weary eyes. Or something like that." Exodus chuckled, "See you tomorrow, Kamina." With that, Kamina left, leaving Exodus to ponder not only his own plan of action, but the words Yoko left him with. He wondered how they would react, when he told them just how dangerous he really was. Who he was, beneath that facade of a broken man he used to finally gain some allies.
*one week later*
The interrogations were going slower than hoped; Lyos proved to be as hard to budge as a mountain. No matter what they tried, even with gunshot and penetration wounds, starvation and isolation, nothing would seem to make him break. After another unsuccessful attempt to break him, Kamina was getting frustrated; for some weird reason, no other Beastman patrols could be located. While the respite was nice for the townspeople as a whole, the lack of potentially more-willing substitutes was aggravating.
Exodus, however, seemed to be making a rapid recovery. When he first tried to walk after being bed-ridden for those long four plus days, he failed miserably; his muscles had atrophied horribly, forcing him to use a cane and the shoulder of one ever-so-helpful nurse to walk. After a week, however, his muscle mass seemed to have returned in part, though he was still incredibly scrawny for someone of his height. At the very least, by now he could move on his own without assistance.
However, if Yoko and Kamina decided to go visit their newly-recovered friend, they would not find him in the physical therapy room, nor anywhere in Littner; Exodus had his own plans to accelerate the restoration of his muscles. And that meant healthy exercise, in the form of hunting. Not with a gun, or even a sword, but with his own two hands. Weak as he was with only an estimated 30% strength restored, he could still overpower a deer; the trick was, though, getting close to it without alerting it to his presence. His beloved Harbinger was a master of stealth; his mentality always called for a more direct approach. Not an easy mindset to get rid of, considering it had been the thing that had saved him more times than it hurt him.
As he approached the watering hole where he had heard deer were gathering, he could see them. Two large bucks and a gaggle of does; easily bigger than any he had seen before. The racks of antlers stood majestic against the rising sun; however, the fact that there were two meant the use of stones to stun them would be in order. A quick blow to the head would daze them, hopefully giving him enough to close in for the kills. He would give one to the people of Littner, and take one for himself. He only recently rediscovered his voracious appetite; his combat style required massive amounts of energy, and with how hungry he was, he could pick clean a deer carcass no problem. However, to show that he wasn't a total ass, he also requested a good dozen canteens to fill while he was there; these people saved his life, the least he could do was help them survive.
As he closed in to where the deer drank, Exodus held in his thin yet strong hands two large pieces of carbonaceous rock; this would be more than sufficient to daze them. Hell, if he was as strong as he was, he could chuck them with enough force to kill the things. Exodus kept his movements slow and steady, doing his hardest not to disturb the grass that served as his camouflage. He thanked the spirits that he was upwind of them; his scent would definitely render the hunt a failure, even with how much dirt he had rubbed on himself.
As he got to within the distance he could throw the stones, he felt his body tense and his heart rate rise. "Just like old times" he thought to himself, recalling the times he had hunted Beastmen while still part of the trio. The time to strike was now; he stood up quickly and chucked the first stone, nailing the buck on the left right in the side of the head. It buckled from the force of the impact, causing the others to flee. Exodus' sense locked in on the fleeing buck, causing to chuck the stone wildly. He somehow still managed to hit its head and make it fall, though he had a feeling it wouldn't stay down for long.
He charged in to deal with the first buck as it tried to rise; Exodus threw himself on top it, wrestling with it to try and snap its neck. It kicked and squirmed, grunting loudly as it tried to break free. However, Exodus grabbed its snout and wrenched; a loud crack was heard before the buck's form went limp. He looked to see that the other buck had nearly risen, and Exodus charged over to deal with it. However, before he could get there, the buck rose fully and took off, still somewhat dizzy from having a rock nail it in the head. "You're not getting away!" he growled; adrenaline pumped through his system, increasing the blood-lust he felt. His bare feet pounded the sun-scorched, rocky earth before his lithe form went flying through the air, slamming into the large animal and causing them both to tumble to the ground.
This one was even larger than the one he just dealt, and a hell of a lot stronger and meaner. It tried several times to gore him with its sharp antlers, though some maneuvering on Exodus' part helped to only get a few scratches from them. After about a ten-minute struggle, Exodus finally managed to grab a hold of its snout and wrench it, causing the loud 'SNAP' to reverberate throughout the air. "Whew, that was fun." he said with a grin as he hefted the meaty animal over his shoulder and carried it back to the watering hole where his other kill was. He opted to give the larger one to the people of Littner; he didn't need that much meat
Finally arriving there, he grabbed a stone and after making it sharp, used it to gut and bleed them. He then filled the canteens before using the water as his own wash-sink, trying to get the dirt off of his skin. When that was done, he hefted the animals over his shoulder and threw the ropes connecting the heavy canteens across the back of his neck before making his way back to Littner.