Hello people and welcome back to Goblin Slayer: The Team Year Two. I forgot to mention: that scene where Ranger and Herbalist Girl talk about the gods they worship was inspired by the 1980's Conan the Barbarian movie where Conan and his mongol companion Subotai do the same thing, only the differences are...pretty in-your-face. Plus, Ranger got to shoot some fish with his crossbow...as if he wasn't manly enough he used a crossbow to fish with; if that's not manly I don't know what it. Wait until Fighter hears about that eh? Anyway, what the hell are goblins doing here, and why didn't Her Grace tell Ranger sooner? Let's find out...
Review Response: Yeah, the War God has some nice timing doesn't he? That dream could very well be an omen, or build-up to some cataclysmic event to come, but there's only one way to find out...
I doubt Herbalist Girl would be much help, especially since if Ranger wasn't there...well, let's not go there. But since he was there, he got to test the miracle of Immolation, after he gave those little green shitgrains what for. Chances are she wouldn't even notice since she was clobbered, out cold, and had some minor head trauma to boot; good thing our big, red, hero was there to show what he learned from Goblin Slayer eh? Even when GS isn't there...he's there.
As for Navi? I never played any of the Zelda games (yeah, sue me) but after looking into the lore a bit...you have a point, but since Cherub can warp reality itself, he's probably much stronger; reality control is quite possibly the most overpowered ability there is, except maybe fate control, but his "I'm not allowed to do this" shtick is there to keep him from breaking the plot, for obvious reasons; what's the point of Ranger being there if Cherub can pull stunts that would make Platinum Ranks green with envy? Cherub said himself "this is ultimately something for YOU to do". You ever play a video game where someone is there to help you, but they only show up if you call them, or if you SERIOUSLY need them? This is like that only...it's Goblin Slayer.
Come morning, Herbalist Girl woke up with a serious headache, and saw that the sun was starting to rise, but her Ranger companion wasn't there. She looked around and spotted him shooting more fish with his crossbow...and he looked quite irritated. H.G. then looked over at a bag full of catfish, and another that had the catfish that was recently cooked.
"Ranger...?" She asked softly, and Ranger stopped to look at her with his eyes as sharp as ever.
"Good morning..." He groaned before he went back to aiming at the fish.
"Are you alright?" H.G. asked as Ranger shot a fish.
"I couldn't sleep..." Ranger said.
"Is something wrong?" H.G. asked.
"How's you head?" Ranger asked simply.
"I have a small headache, but I'll get past it. Are you alright?" H.G. asked.
"Are you hungry?" Ranger asked.
"Ranger...please answer me first." H.G. said and Ranger looked directly at her.
"No, I had to fight off some goblins last night, you hit your head in the process, I'm hungry right now, I want some more food for the way, and I can't fucking sleep!" Ranger yelled, and H.G. flinched away from him, before Ranger sighed deeply.
"Ranger...?" H.G. asked, then Ranger took a moment to think.
"Sorry..." He whispered.
"I get it...wait, goblins attacked us and hit me on the head?" H.G. asked seriously which made Ranger stop and take the two fish he managed to catch back to camp.
"Yes...and you were an inch away from becoming their next victim." Ranger said seriously.
"What...? What does that even mean?" H.G. asked.
"Listen to me...goblins are said to be the weakest monster type, and while that's debatably true, they're also sadistic beyond words. They torture every single man they can get ahold of until they're dead...and those are the lucky ones. Women either suffer the same fate, or they're forced to become breeding stock for them. Words cannot express how happy I am to have been with you at the time..." Ranger said, and H.G.s breathing becoming deeper and quicker.
"They would've...no that...if you hadn't been there..." She trailed off.
"Don't...don't even start that. I was here, and I stopped them." Ranger said seriously, and H.G. calmed down.
"I know..." She whispered.
"Now...do you recall anything?" Ranger asked.
"I woke up, I went behind a tree to...relieve myself, and...now I'm here." Herbalist Girl said.
"The two that captured you must've bashed you with a rock. Then I used the miracle of Immolation to punish them and those other abominations they call brothers." Ranger said.
"You used the War God's power?" H.G. asked.
"To punish them, like I said." Ranger said.
"So it is used to cause death." H.G. said, then Ranger stared at her.
"Let me tell you what I was told when I trained with some followers of the War God during my wife's pregnancy. The War God's power is not meant to wage wars, but to end them, and while the Supreme God's mandate is to give justice to the innocent, and power to the righteous, the War God's mandate is to exact vengeance on the ones who make this world worse." Ranger said.
"So...you made the goblins suffer for their crimes." H.G. said.
"I gave them what they were owed, what all of their kind are owed." Ranger said.
"How often have you encountered this kind of thing...?" H.G. asked.
"More often than is probably good for me...if it wasn't for my wife, I would've gone mad...and you, my dear girl, look alot like her. I had as much chance of allowing you to go through that kind of hell as I had of allowing it to happen to her." Ranger said.
"But...while I'll admit I find you easy to look at, especially since that fishing you did was pretty...intense, in the right way too...I just met you." H.G. said.
"Nevertheless, I did what I did out of hatred for the goblins, but also out of compassion for you, Love and compassion might be similar, but they're still different. In my case...they're apparently equal as well. Now...we should continue before I pass out." Ranger said, and with that, H.G. got on her horse, with Ranger next to her, and they rode to the next town which they reached about an hour later.
It wasn't much different from the first town, only this one had walls, towers, guards and a town hall for a lord, or jarl as they're called in this part of the country, to live in. He would be best off getting an audience with the jarl to get the best answers. He first decided to check into an inn to get some proper sleep, and H.G. followed his lead without pause.
He didn't say it to H.G., but Ranger couldn't sleep not only because he was not used to sleeping in a bag...but because he missed having his wife sleeping next to him. Even when he wasn't touching the fleshiest body parts, just her body's heat, silkiness, and especially her motions and presence, made his before-sleep phase much smoother to get past. Ranger missed her in more ways than one, but there were people counting on him, and he came too far to back out. H.G. looking like Fighter both encouraged him, and made him miss his wife all the more...as if he wasn't exhausted enough.
When they reached the inn, it was practically exploding with people, and Ranger had to wait for the owner to finish with some customers before he could have his turn. He kept H.G. in front of him at all times. His presence alone was probably enough to discourage any men who thought with the wrong head to try something with her, but Ranger still felt quite protective of her, for obvious reasons. After he finally got a chance to talk to the owner, he bought a room for a few hours to get some proper sleep. The owner assumed the two were romantically involved, but Ranger quickly dismissed that by saying he has a family with another woman, and he put some silver coins down and went to sleep while H.G. worked on her journal.
"Girl? How old are you?" Ranger asked as he started removing his armor.
"Sixteen...you?" She asked.
"Twenty..." Ranger said as he laid down, and he knew H.G. was looking him over, but Ranger recently made it clear he was not interested in her.
At twilight, H.G. woke Ranger up by shaking him gently.
"Ranger? Are you hungry?" H.G. asked.
"Not very, but yes. Why?" Ranger asked only to smell then see bread, melted cheese, pork chops, and some ale on the side on the table in their room.
"I bought some different food for us to feast on. Sorry there isn't more; that's all I could afford." H.G. said.
"It'll do." Ranger said as he sat up and stretched...and H.G. looked over his bulk.
"I'll...set up our plates..." H.G. breathed out, then she put food on the two plates as Ranger stood up and continued flexing and stretching. H.G. occasionally looked back at Ranger as he both displayed his body's power, and made his blood flow. H.G.'s own heart raced for a different reason, but she had a promise to keep as she finished setting up both of their plates.
Ranger then did a few hand-stand push-ups with H.G. watching with widened eyes, then Ranger put his underarmor on, before sitting down to eat...with her watching him the whole time.
"Well, are you going to eat your fill, or just stare at me?" Ranger asked casually, then H.G. then looked away while blushing, then rushed to the table to eat.
When they were done, Ranger put his armor and weapons on, and went to see if the jarl was expecting visitors, and luckily, he was, as the guards let the pair inside. They looked over the arches and columns lining the ceiling and sides of the jarl's longhouse, and the tables in the jarl's throne room were full of people. The guards escorting Ranger and H.G. then marched to the sides as Ranger approached the jarl, and H.G. stayed back.
"Who might you be?" Jarl asked, and Ranger bowed.
"Good lord, I am here to investigate some rumors, and I humbly request an audience with you." Ranger said.
"On whose authority might I ask?" Jarl asked.
"The Sword Maiden's." Ranger said which made the court members gasp and murmur among themselves.
"A Silver Ranked adventurer sent by the one and only Sword Maiden...this is an interesting occasion indeed. Come with me, the girl with you should stay here." Jarl said as he stood from his throne, and the two men went upstairs to a back room.
"What can you tell me?" Ranger asked.
"Over the past two weeks, some people have mysteriously disappeared without a trace. At first it was the people no one thought would be missed. Beggars, drunkards, prostitutes, you name it, but then...more noteworthy citizens started vanishing, including a local priestess." Jarl said.
"Any suspects?" Ranger asked.
"Suspects? The culprit is confirmed to be a pack of vampires! But...without the priestess, no one can track them, let alone fight them." Jarl said
"And that's where I come in." Ranger said.
"Have you dealt with vampires before?" Jarl asked.
"Worse, I've dealt with a revenant." Ranger said, and Jarl's eyes widened.
"A revenant? A servant of the Death God? Are you really serious?" He asked.
"I haven't fought him, but I saw his powers, and if these vampires have a leader that's as strong as he is, which I seriously doubt, then I should be able to match him, or at least give him a hard time." Ranger said, and Jarl he crossed his arms.
"A Silver Rank matching a vampire leader equal to a Platinum Rank in terms of raw power...that's quite a claim." He said.
"My good lord...myself and eight other adventurers faced a demon general within the bowels of hell itself and won. Four of them helped me face down a dragon ourselves, and an ogre with a different group of four adventurers. I myself have the blessing of the War God, and Supreme God on my side. These vampires are going to die, by my hand, or by the hand of another should I merely weaken them." Ranger said seriously.
"You had better not be ideally boasting; my hold itself could be on the line." Jarl said.
"I speak nothing but the truth my good lord." Ranger said.
"Jarl...address me as Jarl." He said, and Ranger bowed.
"My apologizes Jarl, do you have any leads for me to follow?" He asked.
"On the second week, I had my guards look around for any evidence of vampire attacks, and the results were...overwhelming. Countless bodies were found with a series of bites marks on their necks, as if they were ravaged by wolves with human mouths. Clearly the bite of a vampire." Jarl said.
"And this was allowed for two weeks?" Ranger asked seriously.
"It wasn't allowed mind you; I had my guards look into it without rest, but there was nothing to find, and none of the victims were particularly worthy of note. As such, I devoted my time and effort to running my hold. But when the priestess failed...I knew something had to be done. Unfortunately...I know not where to start looking for the source of these attacks." Jarl said.
"I know someone who can help us, well...me at least. But I will need some time." Ranger said.
"I hope it isn't too much time. Every minute counts here." Jarl said.
"It will not, please have faith good Jarl." Ranger said.
"At this point, it is up to you to restore it." Jarl said, then Ranger turned to leave, but stopped at the last moment.
"Wait...what about the goblins in this region?" He asked.
"Goblins? I can't say there was that much goblin activity recently. Why?" Jarl asked.
"That girl I'm with was captured and nearly raped by a pack of them." Ranger said seriously.
"Raped? So the rumors are true...I will alert the guild, and my guards to take better care in their patrols." Jarl said.
"Speaking of your guards, I couldn't help but notice the number of them, and how they're spread." Ranger said, then Jarl smirked.
"Impressive aren't they? You can count the number of crimes we had within these walls over a past month with the fingers on one hand, and even then, the ones responsible didn't get away with it." He said.
"That is quite impressive good Jarl. What about the Evil Sect?" Ranger asked.
"I have no doubt the vampires are in league with them, especially the fabled vampire queen." Jarl said.
"Queen?" Ranger asked.
"Yes, many think she's a myth, but she is quite real. She even had the nerve to visit me in my chambers alone, and...she tempted me to give her a child. When I refused...she vowed vengeance. No one refuses the queen she told me." Jarl said before sighing.
"You think these vampire attacks are that vengeance?" Ranger asked.
"I can't be sure, but it's impossible to ignore how likely it is. Just promise me you'll end these vampires, too many lives were lost as it is." Jarl said.
"I swear on my wife's ring, I will stop at nothing to see these vampires brought to justice." Ranger said.
"Godspeed veteran." Jarl said as Ranger exited the room.
When H.G. spotted Ranger, she waited for him to walk past her before she followed him outside.
"May I ask?" H.G. asked.
"Not here, not now." Ranger said before they walked toward an alleyway, he motioned her to sit down on a crate.
"Why the secrecy?" H.G. asked.
"His Lordship believes vampires are at work in this hold. Several bodies were found with human-sized bites on their necks, but the teeth were those of an animal. I intend to go after them when the sun goes down, but I cannot do that with you at my side." Ranger said.
"I can imagine..." H.G. said.
"I don't want to go too far into details out of respect for His Lordship, but this has been happening for the past two weeks, despite his efforts to stop it. He does know why this is happening, but like I said...or tried to say, it's a personal matter, and as you can see, it spiraled hopelessly out of control." Ranger said.
"And it's up to you to stop it...and you mean to do so alone." H.G. said seriously.
"If I must." Ranger said, then H.G. sighed.
"Well...with the power of the War God and Supreme God's help, you certainly have a fighting chance against the vampires, or at least I hope so." She said.
"They are not the only reasons I have no fear of the vampires, but you're not wrong." Ranger said.
"I doubt what you did against those goblins will help you against the vampires." H.G. said.
"Fighting goblins can prepare you for quite a bit, even against a dragon." Ranger said.
"If you say so..." H.G. said, then Ranger took a moment to think.
"Do you live here?" He asked.
"Yes, not far either." H.G. said.
"Then my escort quest is complete." Ranger said, then H.G. smiled.
"It wasn't a quest, but...I do want to say thanks again for saving me. I can't imagine what would've-" Ranger cuts H.G. off.
"Stop.,,that's a terrible place for the mind to go. I've been there before, and it nearly broke me; my wife had to pick up the pieces for me, and I love her all the more for it, but..you clearly do not have that luxury." He said.
"No...I don't." H.G. said, then Ranger held her hand.
"There's no way the Love Goddess blessed you the way she did only for a pack of worthless goblins to throw it away like it was trash. At least, not while a servant of her divine husband is with you." Ranger said.
"Your wife is a lucky woman..." H.G. breathed out.
"So I keep being told." Ranger said which made the younger girl smile.
"I hope to be equally lucky in the future." H.G. said.
"If your future husband values you as much as I value Fighter...you have nothing to worry about." Ranger said.
"Thanks." H.G. whispered, then Ranger let go of her hand, then sighed.
"How much do you know about goblins?" Ranger asked.
"I only heard the rumors, but...I didn't know how much to believe." H.G. said.
"Chances are, the rumors are all true. There isn't a single diabolical act that they're above committing, from butchering or burning people alive, to making others watch, or forcing women to breed with them, and they laugh all the while." Ranger said.
"How many cases of this have you seen...?" H.G. asked seriously.
"Probably more than is good for me, but...as a consequence, part of me loves fighting goblins. No matter how badly I treat them, it always feels right." Ranger said.
"Are you sure the War God isn't twisting you..?" H.G. asked.
"I thought that way long before I worshiped the War God, but even if I didn't, I know to turn my bloodlust off when the battle is won. Even if the War God didn't condone treating your foes like they deserve, those goblins lived like devils, and deserve to be treated like devils. As an elf I traveled with once said, they deserve every arrow they get, or in my case, every burn. Ranger said.
"I...get the point..." H.G. said.
"Anyway, let's get you home." Ranger said as they stood up, and H.G. led the way to her home.
"I have to let my parents know what happened. Don't worry I won't say too much." H.G. said.
"That would be best." Ranger said.
"Good luck out there." H.G. said before opening the door.
"Good luck to this hold." Ranger said as his travel companion went inside, and he went to the local temple. He then looked around at the various people, from the priests and priestesses, to the acolytes, and recognized the symbol of the Earth Mother. Ranger then went to a back room, and Cherub appeared with the same smile he always had.
"Nice talk..." Cherub said as casually as ever.
"Where should I look...?" Ranger asked.
"One vampire is going to stalk this town tonight, I'll let you know where he is, then you chase him back to his base, but of course, do not let him spot you, or you'll have a serious fight on your hands." Cherub said.
"Sounds like a plan." Ranger said.
"I meant it when I said don't let them spot you. I know what you can do, and what they can do. If you fight them all toe-to-toe, you'll be dead in no time." Cherub said seriously.
"Stealthy approach..got it." Ranger said.
"And it shouldn't be a probably for a big, tough ranger right? Of course not..." Cherub said before he disappeared, then Ranger shook his head and sighed. He then went to the temple's fountain, knelt before it, then filled a vial with holy water. He didn't know much about vampires, but knew that just like demons, they were weak against holy arts, and holy water qualified. Priestess used to put holy water on her staff to make her miracles a nightmare for the demonic forces they encountered.
"Now all I have to do is wait..." Ranger trailed off.
That night, he heard the sound of the wind blowing fiercely, then he drew his crossbow and went outside. When Ranger looked around, he was careful to not make too much noise, then spotted a black-cloaked figure on a roof. Ranger then hid as the figure moved from one roof to another in a cloud of dark red smoke. Ranger recognized the house the vampire was looking at as that of H.G. Ranger then shot a bolt at the vampire, and his shot hit him in the arm, then the vampire tore it out, and dashed toward him.
Ranger had just enough time to morph his gauntlets into bigger ones and punched the vampire in the abdomen hard enough to make it spit up blood. When it recovered, it backed away from Ranger who intentionally walked towards it slowly and the vampire turned into dark red smoke and flew away. Ranger then went after it while making sure to stay out of the open, then he went across a bridge that led into the forest.
While chasing it, Ranger made sure to keep the vampire just within view; there was no sense risking being seen, heard, or even sniffed out. Just like goblins, vampires have above-average noses, and Ranger did not cover his scent with blood...even though it likely wouldn't help. Eventually, Ranger spotted the vampire go into a cave, then Cherub appeared behind Ranger.
"A cave, how predictable." Cherub said.
"He's probably going to warn his boss about my presence in the town...this just got alot harder." Ranger said.
"Well, let's have a look-see..." Cherub said before he stalked through the trees, until he reached the cave mouth, then he looked around inside, and saw two men, each one wearing leather armor and carrying axes.
"They must be the vampires' guards." Ranger said.
"Enslaved guards; some vampires have the ability to control people's minds, and have them follow orders without question." Cherub said.
"All the more reason for me to slaughter them." Ranger said seriously.
"Well, those men look like either adventurers or outlaws, so...they're not going to go down easily." Cherub said.
"Regardless, I'm going to knock out or free as many as I can, and kill the ones I have to." Ranger said.
"Well, between them and the vampires, and the noise I'm not going to muffle with magic anymore...good luck." Cherub said before disappearing, then Ranger shot the vampire that just came out of a coffin and bit into one of the guards' neck. Both guards then looked at the dead vampire, then walked towards Ranger, and when they were in range, Ranger hit them both on the back of the neck. Each hit was just hard enough to short-circuit their vagus nerves and knock them out, and Ranger even caught them before they hit the ground, and rested them against the cave walls.
He then tried his Life Sight spell to see how many vampires there were...and had no luck. Since vampires are undead, the only signatures were those of their slaves and captives; none of the vampires were visible. After a sigh, Ranger carefully walked ahead, took his bolt from the dead vampire he shot and carefully moved forward. He then went through a tunnel, and entered a small cavern with the vampire scout from earlier talking to a vampire sitting in a larger chair wearing steel plate armor; that was clearly the leader. Ranger then weighed his options...
There were eleven vampires, plus the six enslaved guards, and the captives. The vampires were by far the greatest threat, and as established, a direct assault would leave him dead or...wishing he was dead. He needed a distraction, but the question is what it would be. He could shoot the lead vampire with his revolver, but it would have to hit the chest or head, which even with a larger target, was literally a longshot. He only had five bullets left, and they were for emergencies, like when H.G. was ensnared by goblins. Besides, the noise would stun the vampires, but as soon as they recovered, they would turn the place inside out looking for where the shot came from.
Immolation had a similar problem; yes it would incapacitate several of them, and the fear factor spoke for itself, but the ones who aren't burned would try to find out who cast the flames so they wouldn't be next. In regards to fear, Ranger could cast a Fear or Rage spell, but that would cause too much of the wrong kind of chaos. Even holy water was a stretch; he might be able to either poison any vampires that bit him, or even deter them from biting him if he drank it, but he could also drench his weapons in it, even though he didn't have much. Then he had an idea...he could do all of those things in one move.
He commenced the attack by pouring some holy water on his gun, took aim, and shot the boss in the left side of the chest. He missed the side the vampire's heart was on, but thanks to the holy water, the boss gave off holy light as his body decayed rapidly. The vampires covered their ears in response to the shot's noise, and stared in horror as their master decayed before their eyes.
"Lord of the Sword, Master of the Mace. Raze my foes with the destructive power of chaos. Immolation!" Ranger exclaimed and a wave of fire exploded from his hand and six of the vampires were ignited. The five remaining vampires backed away and looked around in terror, only for one of the three that spot Ranger to get a holy water-covered bolt through their chests one by one. The two survivors screamed and bared their fangs, and dashed towards Ranger in a bout of fury. Ranger had just enough time to morph his gauntlets into bigger ones, grab them both by the face, and smash their heads into each other. He then noticed a cage overhead, and morphed a harpoon-and-chain, pulled the cage down and crushed the burning vampires under its weight.
The enslaved guards then looked around, and then looked themselves over as the vampires' enthralling spell slowly wore off.
"What the...?" A guard said.
"Are we freed? Finally?" Another guard asked.
"Apparently, thank you so much stranger. We thought we'd be stuck here for the rest of our lives." A third guard said.
"Don't mention it, just help as many prisoners as you can find down that way. I'll take the other." Ranger said.
"Alright, let's move it." The first guard said before they all went back the way they came. While they went to get the captured people, Ranger looked over the corpse of the dead lead vampire. He then took a golden, jewel-encrusted necklace that looked like it could be worth quite a bit of money, then took off his armor. He then grabbed a bag from the nearby supply pile and stashed the bosses' goods inside it.
"Really now?" Cherub said casually.
"The spoils of war." Ranger said simply.
"Right...always the War God's bidding with you isn't it?" Cherub asked.
"Hey, if I helps me, and the people, who cares?" Ranger said.
"True...enough." Cherub said as Ranger hide his goods in a cage as he went the other way. He then looked over the people chained to the wall, or in cages. Some had evidence of being fed on by the vampires, others were scared out of their wits, others had tears going down their cheeks. Ranger's heart went out to them, but all he could do was set them free, and he did.
Eventually...he found a cage with a middle-aged woman in a priestess' robes...with bites marks covering her, from her neck, to her arms, to her legs, to her torso. Ranger then knelt by her corpse and saw the Supreme God amulet around her neck and knew this was the priestess Jarl mentioned. Ranger then sighed deeply, and lowered his head before looking at her again.
"I really hoped you'd be alive...oh sister...I cannot believe once-civilized people would treat other people like animals. Even goblins have a better leg to stand on; at least they are naturally vile." Ranger said before sighing, then he took the amulet off her neck and held the amulet to his lips.
"Dear Supreme...may the Death God take the soul of this, your servant, to your holy kingdom, and give her all the rewards she has earned. I do not expect you to aid my quest of justice, retribution, or whatever it should be called, but should you bestow whatever miracles you see fit to give me, I will not question your judgement." Ranger said, then he stood up, put the amulet in his pocket, and drew his crossbow.
"O.k. Your Majesty...you want a war? You've got a war..." Ranger breathed out, then...just as he finished speaking, a female vampire dropped down from the ceiling. Ranger didn't even have time to turn his head before the vampire sank her fangs into his neck. Ranger then splashed her in the face with his holy water vial, then she let go of him, and covered her face with her hands as her flesh gave off smoke, and she screamed from the intense agony. Ranger then drew a sword and rapdily stabbed her several times in the torso until she stopped moving and screaming.
He then put his hand on his neck, looked at the blood drenching his hand, and it sank in...he was just bitten by a vampire.
"No..." Ranger whispered.
Well shit...that's all I can say. Anyway, you may have noticed a minor Van Helsing vibe from this chapter, well get used to it because I'm just getting started. Also...out with the Conan the Barbarian reference, and in with a Metal Gear Solid vibe, because come on, Ranger sneaking around, and especially knocking out those two guards has Solid Snake written all over it. That's especially fitting since, as a wise man said/implied: knowing the hero is outgunned, outmanned, and outmatched increases the tension and makes fighting smarter than everyone else makes it more interesting, and since vampires are said to be six times stronger and faster than an elite athlete, which Ranger is by the way, he had to either outmaneuver the vampires, or get his ass kicked.
Granted most of his success was due to instilling fear; look at Batman, he's all about instilling fear. Although...Heaven forbid Bruce Wayne gets thrown into the Goblin Slayer universe...and I'm not sure if that's for his sake, or everyone else's. Nonetheless, instilling fear in your foes tends to swing the odds in your favor, and those vampires got the worst kind: several things they're not prepared for, one after the other, and not being able to stop them until it's too late. Anyway, be sure to Rate, Review, Share, and stay tuned for the next part of this vampire hunting spree...