Onca snorted before dropping back onto the dirt, seeing the tracks of Asta's departure. He hefted up her little gift and prepared to take it back to town where it could age and be sold. He sincerely didn't have high hopes in her ability to survive because, just look at her. Onca mulled over an appropriate time he could track her back down before the idiot got caught in another trap or by other hunters.
... The idiot got caught by other hunters. But the idiot ain't Asta this time. Explain to Onca how being in Serendipity meant getting used to the fact that magic might've been anywhere, even a simple illusion spell for concealing a stupid fucking pit trap of all things that he'd otherwise have spotted from a mile away.
Had he any semblance of shame left, Onca would've been absolutely embarrassed to find himself stuck in the most primitive trap known to mankind. He'd managed to mostly avoid the barbaric spikes by sheer reflex and the split-second assessment that if this were him making a trapping pit, he'd have definitely laid down barbaric spikes at the bottom, but he wasn't faster than gravity. His vitals were only bruised from the fall, but his calf wasn't spared the fate of being skewered all the way through by one of the wooden stakes. Onca was smart enough to saw off the wooden rod as close as he could to his wound to detach it from the ground, but there he was immobilized with a massive piece of wood fully impaling his leg.
And now he found himself surrounded by the very hunters responsible for this childish trapping pit. He didn't fail to recognize the twist of irony when they goaded at him for ruining a massive trapping pit they spent forever working on (an inefficient and very unprofessionally messy way to kill animals, Onca thought), and demanded compensation for their ruined work. In the end though, if Onca thought that their trap was stupid, then what did that mean about Onca, the person stupid enough to get caught in that trap? He didn't wanna think about it.
"Treatment for this," he deadpanned at them from below as he cocked his head at his impaled calf, "costs more than whatever your shit trap could get. Call it even." They spit on him.