"You- that was my favorite shirt! Do you have idea how much that cost?!" Dominic spits, pointing both barrels at the things head and pulling the triggers.
Seeing the blood arc from Dominic, Sigmund rushes forward back towards the creature.
When he is within striking distance he brings his silver sword across its chest in a diagonal slash.
''Dominic! Are you alright?!?'' Sigmund asks.
Crowley dashes forward out of the shadows, pistol in one hand, gun-blade in the other. He lunges with the elongated blade, using the heft of the barrel to bring his strike down with greater force.
The beastly woman howls as the hunters surround her. You look on, horrified, at the effects of the plague running riot through her. Her skin toughens and even as her blood spills across the street she seems unhindered by wounds that would kill a normal person twice over. She is also unnaturally strong, as you are about to find out.
She spins away from Dominic and lunges at Crowley and Sigmund in a flurry of claws and teeth. Crowley raises his guard quickly and struggles to hold the woman and her gnashing teeth, leaving himself open and feels a slash across his abdomen. Breaking free from him the woman spins towards Sigmund and in a display of incredible violence smashes aside the torch and sinks her clawed hand deep into the hunters shoulder. The pain is incredible, almost enough to make him pass out then and there, and brood immediately starts to spill out from the wound.
The beast laps at the blood on her hands, something resembling a twisted grin splitting her face.
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Morgam stops attempting to hide himself and quickly heads away from the bridge after the refugees. He can only hope his comrades will be able to deal with whatever happens.
If the tattooed man or the girl with him notices the hunter following them they don't react. Other refugees break away from the group, heading towards alleys and sewers and ladders, but the tattooed man simply follows the road. Morgam loses sight of him for a moment around a particularly sharp sight on the road. Cautious, the hunter ducks to the corner of a building before moving around the bend. He lets out a sigh of relief - he hadn't lost him. The tattooed man has stopped in the street and grabbed another refugee by the throat, lifting him clear of the ground with only one hand (the other still clutching the hand of the young girl). Morgam quickly realizes there's no one else in the area anymore, the rest of the refugees must have fled elsewhere. The tattooed pulls the other refugee closer who, to his credit, does his best to struggle. That is, until the tattooed man whispers something into his ear. Then he stops and goes limp, his head lulling back and mouth clenched close. The tattooed man tosses the other refugee onto the cobblestone and turns to leave...
With a roar of pain Sigmund drops his torch and clutches his shoulder for a moment as his world explodes into white hot agony. He takes a deep breath and his vision returns to normal.
Gripping his sword in two hands, one on the guard and the other clutching the grip, he twists one wrist, releasing the lock on the guard.He pulls with his other hand, pulling the guard down and releasing another couple feet of steel, transforming his sword into a two-handed greatsword. He relocks the guard with another twist of his wrist and flicks a small trigger near the grip covering his sword in oil.
Hefting his sword into the air he swings once more at the creature with all his might attempting to take its head. He presses another trigger as the blade connects lighting the oil covering his sword in flames and burning the monster.
Morgam's blood runs cold as he witnesses the display of power from the tattooed man. He breaks out in a sweat as the refugee collapses to the ground. "That's no beast, but it ain't a friend." He thinks to himself, his resolve in sharp conflict with his desire to live.
He pauses in the shadows for just a moment, his blood like thin rivers of ice in his veins, his muscles aching in protest as the darkness seems to wrap around him.
The pain takes him to one knee as his chest locks up and he struggles to move air in and out of his lungs. But in just a moment it's done, and he struggles onward to keep an eye on his prey even as the pain begins to fade.
Taking another step back, Dominic doesn't answer but instead shoots the thing a few more times.
The hunters close around the beast woman and bludgeon, shoot, and slice her until she is unable to stand, collapsing into a bloody heap. The refugees have all fled elsewhere by now and Morgam is still gone.
Morgam hides in the shadows to observe the situation. The tattooed man turns to leave, but stops and looks directly in Morgams direction. Behind him the male refugee begins to convulse in the same way that the woman on the bridge had. This prompts the tattooed man to turn away and continue up the road. The refugee, meanwhile, begins to transform just like the woman before. This time, though, the site is even more horrifying. His limbs elongate and face elongate painfully and his hands meld into claws. It only takes a few minutes before the refugee is replaced with the hulking form of a lycanthropic beast.
Now he has two problems. At least.
Morgam clenches his fists and curses under his breath as he watches the man transform. His blood runs hot like fire, burning his veins and searing his nerves.
This time he struggles through the pain, even as his flesh warps into something slightly less human.
Then he steps into the light and calls the beast out. "Hey skinny, want to have some fun?"
As the monster that was once a woman drops to the ground, dead, Sigmund takes a deep breath to try and get his heart back under control. He feels the adrenaline start to leave his system and when it does the deep wound in his shoulder starts to burn with pain.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, he returns his sword to its normal form and flicks it sharply to remove the burnt blood its covered in. Leaning it against the side of the bridge for the moment.
Drawing a couple of blood vials from pockets in his clothing, he stabs them both into either side of his thighs and presses down on both plungers.
He gives a sigh of relief as he feels the wound in his shoulder start to close.
Picking up his sword and still burning torch once more, Sigmund looks around and notices that the refugees are all gone but also that one of their number seems to be gone.
Turning to address Crowley and Dominic he asks.
''Did either of you see where Morgram went?''
"I was... *ah* ...a little busy." Sheathing his pistols, Dominic pulls a delicate snuffbox covered in bronze vines from his breast pocket and snorts a pinch of carmine powder. He looks down.
"Shame."
It's obvious he's talking about his clothes, not the woman.
The scourge beast immediately turns on Morgam. It's ears go flat against its head and it starts to stalk towards him. The hunter turns and starts running back the way he came. Glancing over his shoulder he is horrified to see the scourge beast break sprinting after him - and it's faster. If he doesn't do something quick it will definitely catch him before he makes it back to the bridge.
And it looks hungry.
Morgam keeps moving until he finds a spot of shadow that looks promising. He goes for it.
And like a ghost he vanishes into the darkness.
The beast stops when you disappear and you hold your breath, hoping that you've lost it. It starts sniffing the air, stalking towards where you've hidden...
Beasts have a powerful sense of smell. Hiding has bought Morgam some time, but it won't be long until his scent gives him away.
Looking back and forth at the two sides of the bridge, Sigmund felt like kicking himself for his foolishness.
Of course Morgram wouldn't have run away from the city and unless he went over the bridge he must have chased some of the refugees running towards the city.
Locking eyes with Dominic for a moment he jerks his head towards the city.
''Come along Dominic, Morgram must have run towards the city and there may still be more beasts to be put down.''
Not pausing to see if the man is going to follow him or not he starts running down the road towards the city.
Morgam realizes that his split-second decision will be his last mistake if he doesn't act quickly. Knowing that his only hope is the other hunters or, fate willing, a lucky shot, he pulls out his pistol and unloads. The shots ring out loudly in the evening air.
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You hear the loud retort of gunfire echo shatter the peaceful silence of Yharnams night. It doesn't sound far off.
Rolling his eyes at the gunshot, Dominic readies his own guns and jogs towards the noise.
Assuming that the gunshot means that there is more fighting to be had, Sigmund drops his torch and grabs another bloodvial. Jamming it into his leg, he presses down on the plunger and sprints in the direction the gunshot came from.
What does the environment look like? Any places to vault to the roof?
Like a box next to a wall of a one-story building?
Morgam discards his empty pistol and turns to run down the alley, beast in hot pursuit. There was no way he'd escape it just by running, and even if he could the alley was a dead-end. But Morgam has a plan.
He makes for the crates and leaps up towards the roof.
Morgam bolts away just as the beast pinpoints his location, leaving an empty pistol and a pair of quicksilver bullets as a parting gift. He doesn't stick around long enough to check their effect. Bolting down the alley he nimbly jumps up the narrow space and pulls himself on a rooftop. Just in time he sees the beast come galloping down the alley after him.
When you got down the alley you noticed a particularly odd pile of tarps that kind of stuck out to you. Now that you're on the roof and have some time to collect yourself you can tell right away that it looks like someone is trying to hide themselves beneath the pile.
Dominic and Sigmund rush up the street together. As they turn around a bend they spot a large mass slipping into an alley ahead of them. A pistol lays on the ground nearby.
Slowing down a bit, Dominic swings wide around the mouth of the alley to look down it.
Slowing down at the same time as Dominic, Sigmund draws his pistol in his free hand. Seeing as Dominic is looking down the alley,Sigmund takes a quick look at the roof tops above them before casting his eye down the alley as well.
The hunters all see each other more or less simultaneously. Dominic gives a wide berth to the alley which turns out to be for the better as he is surprised to see a massive scourge beast not far away.
Morgam shows a half-grin as the other hunters arrive--his plan worked.
Now it was time for business.
Dominic's eyes went wide as he saw the creature.
Sigmund raises his weapons and prepares to engage the creature in combat.
The scourge beasts catches the scent of the two other hunters and awkwardly turns around inside the alley. Still, it is frighteningly quick and only Dominic has the presence of mind to act before the creature can lunge at them.
Taking a quick step back, Dominic fires both guns at the thing's weltering bloodshot eyes.
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The pistol shot catches the beast as it's turning its head, leaving a deep gouge in its eye. It reels and screams, spilling blood across the alley. It turns immediately and rushes out at Dominic in a rage. It immediately scoops him up in its jaw and starts tearing into him with its claws threatening to end his life then and there.
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Dropping his pistol, Sigmund grasps his sword in two hands, transforming it into its two-handed tricked form. Flicking one of several triggers under the guard it once more is covered in an oily substance.
Carefully hopping around the creature Sigmund places himself on the opposite side of Dominic, with the creature in between them.
He hefts his swords down upon the creature's back, pulling another trigger to light the oil as he does.
Morgam pauses to summon shadowy hatred into his blood, once again chilling his veins and freezing his nerves.
He fights through it and leaps from the roof back into the action.
The beast tears Dominic violently and the hunter struggles for a moment before slipping into unconsciousness. Morgam and Sigmund both rush into flanking positions before it is too late, Sigmund drawing his trick weapon in a flash of fire and silver.
The scourge beast flinches and tosses Dominics limp body to the side, now turning on Sigmund. Fiendish claws tear through the hunters armor and flesh.
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Sigmund feels a rush of panic for a moment before the adrenaline starts rushing through his veins. Sound drops away as all he can focus on is the flash of pain as the beasts claws tear at him and the sword in his hand.
Knowing he can't take another blow and stay conscious, Sigmund throws all his weight behind his swing, he pulled the trigger as the sword connected.
Morgam snarls with wicked teeth that go back too far even as short, thick claws spring from his fingertips. He tears into the beast just as the beast had done to Dominic and Sigmund.
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A man jumps from a near by roof into the ally bellow.
"I heard a gunshot, and by the look of things you guys could use some help."
"Talk later, fight now!" Morgam roars back, blurring the line a bit for which one is the beast.
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"Fine by me! Grim says rushing at the beast, pulling out his great sword, glowing as he slashing at it.
The scourge beast is distracted fighting Morgam and Sigmund, it didn't expect the sudden appearance of a third hunter. Approaching from its flank Abula draws his greatsword - when he does all the lights in the area dim for just a split second. Even though you are caught up in a fight for your lives you can't help but feel your eyes drawn towards the inscriptions that run along the blade and how they seem to flicker strangely when you look at them.
The beast can do nothing to save itself. The great hunger blade hits it in the shoulder and keeps going, carving it all the way through. The upper torso flops sloppily onto the ground, separated from the rest of the body which stays standing for a few moments before it too shudders and collapses.
The beast is dead and Dominic may be following in short order. Blood is still pouring from his wounds at a worrying pace and his breathing is shallow and labored.
Sparing a moment to nod at the newcomer, Sigmund turns his attention to Dominic.not sure where Domnic keeps his bloodvials, Sigmund reaches into a pocket and grabs one of his own. Plunging into Doninic's leg he presses down on the plunger.
Dominic's wounds stop bleeding, thoughtless still not in good shape, but he should live for the moment.
Turning to Morgram, Sigmund nods at him.
''Still alive old man?''
"Urgh... who're you calling old?" Dominic fishes about for his snuff box and takes another pinch, snorting and coughing up flecks of blood. "Where did that thing come from?"