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He remembers the exileration of slaughtering a worthy opponent.
That blood-starved beast, it was like facing death itself, faster, stronger, and tougher than him.
It was not however, smarter than him.
Those bottles of blood he collected from dead beasts proved useful.
The hunt that night, it was as if he was stuck paralysed together with the beast.
It was extremely satisfying, half-dead and weaponless, shoving his hand into the creature, and ripping its heart out.
He will never forget the smell of its thoroughly roasted flesh, and the taste of it.
He was barely alive when he made it to the next floor.
Burning the entire forest was completely unnecessary, but it felt good.
As he injected himself with blood extracted from some kind of bear-like monster, he recollected his thoughts.
Entire body is damaged and bruised, cut on left arm is bleeding slightly, stab wound on back is infected.
Ribs are heavily damaged, breathing is now painful.
Deep cut on the head, bleeding, blood affecting vision.
Blood from beasts only keep me from bleeding out, does not heal wounds.
Heavily malnourished and thirsty, body is practically running on fumes. Rest and medical care is heavily required.
In a few more days I'll die without help.
While most of the time death would only delay the inevitable, this time his not coming back if he died.
For the first time in ages, he is actually terrified of that prospect.
Limping through the supposed exit of the current floor, he was shocked.
This place looks like something from a goddamn fantasy novel.
He felt like he was in a paradise, the ceiling of the cavern is filled with brilliant shining crystals. The mix of white and blue makes it look like the place is covered in sunlight.
The floor was lush with life, in between dozens of trees he could see large blue crystals implanted into the ground, and unlike the previous few floors, there were no monsters ready to chase him, allowing the hunter to get a brief respite from the dangers of this gigantic cavern.
The best part about this place is that there seems to be a small bit of civilization in the area. For in the distance, the hunter could see a town, seemingly made completely of wood. Most likely from the trees here, he mused.
It's about damn time I find a town, maybe I can finally get some answers about what I'm doing here.
For the first time in days, a smile graced his lips as he limped towards the closest river, dunking his head into the water as he gulped mouthful after mouthful.
After he satisfied his parched body, he took a good look at his reflection from the river.
Maybe being covered in blood might scare off the locals, better wash it off.
Grumbling about having to conform to standard social norms, the hunter removed the cape that was wrapped around him, dipping it in the river and washing off all the blood, before using it as a towel to clean the rest of his attire.
Maybe it was that the injuries he suffered had dulled his senses greatly, or that he was concentrating on cleaning his hunters garb completely, or maybe even the trepidation in meeting other people for once after days of hunting.
Whatever it was, all those distractions served to be a massive problem, for the hunter did not notice a group approaching him until they were emerging behind the massive trees surrounding him and the river.
"Well look what we have here..." their ringleader, a gigantic hooded man said, a greedily glint on his eye, "An injured adventurer, here alone, how convenient."
"I'm not an adventurer, I'm a hunter." The hunter replied, dropping the cape and placing one hand on the hilt of his sword.
This doesn't feel right, no regular person would dare attack a hunter, they were too respected and feared for the average person to dare challenge.
To be fair, it's six against one, and the group seems to be pretty confident in their abilities, judging by how they handled their weapons as if they had been through many battles.
In his weakened state, it might possible for him slip up, allowing them to capitalize on his mistakes.
"Hunter, adventurer, doesn't matter," the leader shrugged, "just hand over everything you have, and we'll let you go." He smiled, there's was nothing friendly in it.
The hunter said nothing, his grip on the longsword tightened.
The tension continued for a little while longer, before it was broken by the hooded man.
"Look," the man sighed, pulling back his hood, "you aren't gonna walk away from this alive if you're going to try to fight, I'm a level 3 and the rest here are level 2's, it's a death wish to challenge us, also..." he rambled on.
The hunter however wasn't listening, for the moment the man removed his hood his eyes trained onto the most grotesque body part imaginable.
His ears.
Or more accurately his boar ears.
A beast.
All beasts must be slaughtered.
He snapped, losing the few bits of self control he had left.
In a split second, he drew his arm back and hurled the sword straight towards the man- no, beast.
It easily avoided the sword.
What it didn't avoid was his charge.
Slamming into the monster and knocking in to the ground, the hunter pulled out the hunter's axe stowed on his belt and plunged in into its chest.
Break.
Maim.
Kill.
Ripping the axe from his chest, he used all his might to cleave his right arm, tearing the tendons and snapping the bone with ease.
Kill.
He chopped off the beasts other hand, savoring it's pathetic cries for mercy.
Kill.
He cleaved the chest of the monster, spilling its guts across the grass, all while with a sadistic smile plastered across his face.
Kill.
Finally, having had his fill of blood, in an act of mercy, he chopped the beasts head off.
Eat.
Grabbing the severed arm of the creature, he took a large bite of flesh, enjoying the toughness and the chewiness of it.
Once his hunger subsided, he finally took note of his surroundings, realizing that the rest of the group already ran away.
Ah well, at least they won't bother me anymore.
He frowned, looking at the half-eaten corpse in front of him.
Better burn the body, can't have any locals finding this.
Pulling out his flamesprayer, he lit the body up, instantly incinerating it, only leaving a pile of ashes left.
Grabbing the rest of his equipment, he started making his way towards the town, not taking anymore chances to get ambushed again.
Taking in the surroundings, he pondered about what he just did.
Can't lose myself to the bloodlust again, the hunt still hasn't ended yet.
I still have much beasts left to kill.
He heavily regrets eating a beast blood pellet.
They are supposed to be banned for a reason.
With just one pellet, a large fog clouded his mind, a beastly urge overtook him, to hunt, to kill.
He only regained his senses much later, when he was lying under a mountain full of corpses, bathing in the blood of the beasts.
Sometime has passed, in the distance he could see another group walking along the same trail as him, this time in even more absurd equipment than the previous one.
One is a red haired female, clad completely in armor, with a rapier at her side.
The other is a person, face hidden by a mask and a green flower shaped cloak, however obviously female judging by her body shape, equipped with some kind of wooden sword.
The final person is a black haired woman as well, wearing a robe and has two swords, katanas most likely from the shape of those curved swords.
For gods sake, is everyone in this land insane? they're all wearing high heels! One isn't even wearing proper pants!
What kind of messed up world am I in, full of so-called adventures with equipment practical enough to kill rats!
Taking a deep breath, he tried to walk pass them, praying desperately that none of them would bother him about the blood covering his entire body.
Of course nothing would ever work in his favor.
"Halt."
He kept walking, perhaps maybe ignoring them they'll leave.
"Halt now, final warning."
He kept walking.
Instinctively, he twisted his entire body, cleanly avoiding the knife thrown at him.
Those instincts created and honed in Yharnam didn't fail him.
He instantly drew his blade, turning around and blocking the cut of that wooden sword one of the adventurers were wielding.
Before he could retaliate however, the cloaked adventurer leaped back towards the rest of her team, all of them had their weapons drawn.
...I might underestimated them greatly.
"I recognize the smell of that blood, it's from a Boaz, explain." the hooded female said.
He recognised that cold tone of voice, a tone for people that will have no compromise, and will endlessly pursue their goal.
Unfortunately for the hunter, he just so happened to be the target.
He slowly reached for his hunters axe, preparing himself for another battle.
"Ugh, I told you too be more polite Lyon." The red haired adventurer sighed, stowing her rapier. "If you keep doing that, everyone we meet is just gonna run or fight!"
"In my defense, he was pretty shifty." The person, now known as Lyon, retorted, "since you say your so good at talking, I'll let you handle this."
Clearing her throat, the red haired adventurer put on the brightest smile she could muster and said, "Sorry about that, my familia can be a bit paranoid sometimes." Shooting a glare at Lyon, she continued, "Anyway, my name is Alise Lovell, level 4 and captain of the Astraea familia. What about you?"
The hunter could only come with one response.
"...What?"
A/N: Alright its out, as always review on how shit I am and stuff. (special thanks to caffine again for giving me a lot better ideas to write, really apprecate it)
as always i apologise for not giving a longer chapter, im still trying (getting longer though)
Also if anyone has advice on how to write dialogue I would really appreicate it, I'm not satisfied with how im currently writing it atm (also a lot of stuff but this is the most important rn)
now in the next chapter (couple of days again) i will finally give hunter boi a name, so um throw in some ideas, ill consider it :)
Alright if you excuse me im gonna sleep now.
Bye :)