How's it going, folks?

I'm sorry that it took this long to update, I've been really busy as of late.

Review Time!

Theoneandonlylordmonkeyknight: Let's be honest, this is something we wished we could do in the game.

Super heavy weapons guy: We always wanted to see OP characters defeat the toughest bosses From Software has thrown and us and Saxton Hale just seemed like the perfect fit!

Ronmr: Thanks!

A Reader, You're very welcome, there's still more to come.

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Hunt #4

The Witch of Hemwick

HEMWICK CHARNEL LANE

"HA HA HA HA HAA!"

SWOCK

Grabbing the executioner's axe mid-swing, Hale performed a downward chop upon it's skull that ended its life swiftly and painfully. He had taken a detour on his route to this so-called "Healing Church" and came upon this dreary little burg. He had to brawl his way through musket toting townspeople and zombie dogs with blades sticking out of them to get here but he had a jolly good fight with them.

He finally arrived at a decrepit village and became embroiled in another skirmish with more crazy mobs, this time it was crazy old women. After taking care of another group of lumbering executioners, he walked up a hill to a rickety old cabin where 20 or so hags came out to "greet" him; brandishing torches, sickles, meat cleavers, wooden mallets and red-hot soldering irons.

"Alright, which one of you old biddies wants to tussle with Hale?" He taunted as he flexed his muscles. Screeching insanely, the frenzied group of madwomen charged towards him and…it was over in seconds. You can guess what happened.

Entering the abode, he instantly leapt forward and stomped on a bizarre looking creature that looked like a ball of feet, hair and skulls. Peeling what was left of it off of his soles, Hale plucked the odd looking shard of gemstone imbedded within the critter. He chucked the useless trinket over his shoulder and descended down the stairs.

Hale kicked open the heavy wooden door and entered a large room with a cobblestone floor and a bridge-like construct in the middle of the room. He heard the door ominously close behind him and locked itself. Hale readied himself for an ambush when his nose began to pick up the scent of rot and mildew. He looked up and saw hundreds of bodies suspended from the ceiling via rope and they were all wrapped up in burlap sacks. The most noticeable feature about them was the fact that the bodies were missing their eyes.

"Jeepers creepers…" Hale whispered. He never noticed a cloaked wretch wearing the eyes of her victims across her hunched back sneaking up on him! The Witch raised her scalping knife, ready to gouge out her prey's eyeballs-

"WHERE'D YA GET THOSE PEEPERS?!"

HWUNCH

Hale spun around and drove his fist right into the Witch's noggin so hard that it buried her head into her body! A pair of angry screaming altered his attention and Saxton turned around to see two more of them on the bridge with furious looks on their haggard faces. Raising their arms into the air, they summoned swirling masses of red colored magic from the ground. Dozens of tall, ashen black ghouls with glowing white eyes and armed with curved, rusty sickles emerged forth and began lurching towards him.

Hale narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "So you spinsters are gonna let your lackeys do all the work for ya instead of facing me head on? That's just unsporting."

With a mighty yell, he threw himself at the approaching horde, his fists smashing their spindly limbs apart like they were glass! He dodged every swing, every grab and every swipe of the monsters as he practically became a whirlwind of boisterous fury.

The twin Witches stared in horror as their servants were ripped to shreds. It soon dawned on the two of them that they didn't lock him in here with them; they were locked in with him! Panicking, the Witches ran over to their deceased sister to get the key to the door off of her-

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

The Witches turned around to see the bare-chested man leap at them like a demonic panther!

Several seconds later, Hale walked out of the hut dragging along the corpses of the Witches, their bodies looking like they had been though a trash compactor. Tossing them away, Hale looked around the dilapidated town with all of the bodies impaled on stakes littered around. He shook his head and decided that he had stayed here long enough.

"Worst bloody retirement community I've ever seen." He commented as he left.

To be continued…

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