Thread: Monster X Samurai

You fools! A guttural roar left the face of a wickedly grimacing child as his eyes became red and far larger than they ever were meant to be. The hunters in white trench coats that surrounded this child stepped backward slowly as violent winds took to the street they stood upon. The child's form melted into a mix of mud and blackish red bile that swell and grew into giant misshapen monster with red eyes and a hole for a mouth. Masses formed and expanded from it's round body to resemble arms. Despite bullets being shot directly into the monster's body, the holes quickly sealed over with the mud and bile that it consisted off. A disembodied laugh took to the air around them, as though this evil force was all around them. Even the sky clouded black, blotting out the moon and the stars. Even a nightmare couldn't be this bone chilling. The white coated fighters with melee-ranged weapons began to organize with rushed words and very audible signs of exhaustion. We might not have the arsenal to deal with a thing like this. Came a more calm tone from an older male whose long white beard stood out even as he wore the same coat as the others. Even with the shift from their hurried discussion to his much more relaxed words, what he had to say had a touch of horror to it. This could be seen in the eyes of his companions. The look that carried with it the notion of never seeing their home again, never seeing their family again. It was enough to put a pit in the stomach of almost any human. The winds that surrounded the area took on a greenish light as they sharpened noticeably. With this speed, it created it's own roar that rivaled that of the manic freakish mud monster. Upon a rooftop, not too far away, these green-lit winds arced and shaped into that of a swirling cone. From within this cone, several slashes of a blade created tall arches of this green wind that'd launch directly into the mud monster. Unlike the other weapons that had next to no effect, the dozens of slashes ripped right through it until all that was left was a big nasty puddle in the street. A thousand ear-piercing screeches that seemed to come from different throats haunted the air as the bile bubbled. And yet, these painful sounds faded slowly until the night sky was once again visible and the remains of the monster melted down into undigested gore. The stars could only be matched by the thousands of little lights in the windows of the buildings surrounding the scene. Such a fight couldn't be hidden from the populace as it came from nowhere and modern technology allowed for such spontaneous recording and file sharing. Upon the very same rooftop that the attacks were launched from, Eto Roman reviewed the scene below along with the white coated hunters he's never seen before. His long white hair and decorative sheathed katana were hard to miss, but he could tell that the man with the long white beard knew exactly who he was. Leaping from the rooftop, Roman's tall form landed near to the shook hunters. Ah, if it isn't an agent from the Vale? Did they send you because they knew of this hell-spawn? The older man spoke up with a cheery grin that only a grandfather could provide. To this, Roman didn't respond. The ceremonially dressed, blue robed agent of the Vale didn't know exactly what to say as this bearded man knew exactly where he came from. And Roman was beginning to think that the older man knew who he was more specifically as well. Roman and those he hunts for has a reputation with a few hunter groups around the world. Though, they largely prefer to work by themselves. I'm here for... other matters. Roman finally spoke. He couldn't fight the urge to not be rude to someone with such an inviting and warm smile. Though, exactly what to say was a much more difficult concept here. Could he trust this group with the information of his mission in the city? He dropped the idea of opening up about that. They both knew he was here on business, anything more than that wasn't necessary. Did they give you a place to stay, young man? It was at this point that Roman was reminded of his true age. He most certainly was this bearded gentleman's senior in the competition of years on this earth. Could he accept this man's offer? Roman trusted hunters in general. They were often to be seen as honorable warriors, even in this corrupt and crippled modern world. Is that an offer? Roman smiled softly, implying that he may go ahead and accept it. Upon closer inspection, these hunters weren't alone. Roman could tell that there were more competent hunters in the area. Perhaps he didn't need to show off and save these humans this night. But, he couldn't bare the thought of letting anyone die if he were wrong.