Thread: Of Men and Monsters(Luana_Blodwyn/TheSilentProtagonist)

RE Of Men and Monsters This city had seen much better days, but now the hunt was upon it. The creatures that rise up from the darkness and the blood are merciless. So too must those who hunt them be. That is what the tall, bronze skinned man thinks as he makes his way cautiously down the cobblestone street. His long dark hair falls in wild curls, covered only by the standard cap of a hunter. The rest of his clothes are a tad more out of place. He wears what was once a formal dress suit. The end of the black tailcoat has become tattered, and the white shirt under it is caked in dirt and blood from the journey. The black suit pants haven't fared much better so far. The loafers he originally had were quickly discarded and replaced with a more sturdy pair of workman's shoes that have so far lasted much longer. The hunter has a name, though it was rarely spoken now. When he first arrived in this city, his Mediterranean had left him looking a bit suspicious to those people who were unfamiliar with foreigners. They spread rumors of him being a rich dignatary in search of a bride to take home to impress his peers. He hadn't done much to dispell those rumors more out of not caring about them than anything else. Then the hunt began and things changed. Now not fitting in started to hinder him. The monsters attacked him on sight for his flesh or his blood, and the humans rejected him for being an outsider, their paranoia keeping them from trusting the man. With no other choice, the man wandered the streets for a short time, running from the horde. One creature had managed to strike him, and he was sure the end was in sight. The man's luck seemed to turn though when a kindly doctor took him in. He bandaged the wound and assured the soon to be hunter that everything would be fine before suddenly injecting him with... something. From there, things did change for the better. Now the man was able to fight back. He was filled with renewed vigor, and the further he went in this journey, the more he learned and the more powerful he became. In his dreams, he is given time to strengthen and regroup before entering the fray once again. Now, this man, Harik Sultan, is the hunter and not the hunted. There are some rumors are a particularly large and ferocious beast prowling Apprentice Lane. Not sure what to make of it, Harik approaches the area with caution. The first creatures he meets along the way are what he can only describe as hellcats. The small, ferocious beass leap and strike at him quickly, seeming to take the worse of both the crows and the hounds he fought before. Fortunately, the hunter has a handy trick up his sleeve to deal with them. In his right hand, he holds a weapon called the Chained Star. It appears to be a spiked mace, a hefty but powerful weapon that he can bring down with a hard swing. A small tinge of flames seem to come from the weapon when it strikes, but that's not all there is to it. As the spike smashes through the body of one hellcat, ending its monstrous existance in a single blow, Harik pulls the Chained Star back and flicks his wrist, causing the hilt to twist. The spiked mace seems to loosen and with his next attack, it launches forward, staying attached to the shaft by a chain link. The extra distance gives the fiery weapon just the range it needs to strike the next hellcat before it can reach Harik, taking it down with ease before he swings it back, admittedly more slowly than he would be able to were it in its original state. He makes quick work of the last monster there before continuing his journey, knowing these were nothing compared to his true goal. The large cat monster is certainly beastly looking. On any other day, it's ferocious sight would horrify the hunter and send him reeling back, but after everything he'd seen, Harik had just become more jaded to the visceral images. I pray for you. He says to the monster before preparing himself. He can't make the first move. It would be too quick, and any opening he leaves is more than enough to end his life. Instead, he circles around the beast, waiting for her to attack so he might have the opportunity to counter it with a shot from his pistol. Truth be told though, he wonders how much good even that would do. Firearms were limited in their usefulness, especially against larger monsters. Its leg might be sensitive to a well placed strike from his Chained Star though. A few good blows could leave it staggered.