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Chapter Three: Old Huntsman Satyr

Using their hereditary Semblance, both siblings were gliding on the grass. Dryad quickstepped away from her brother's weapon, left drilling into the air. Using more grass, she reached for the other half of her rifle, knowing the ammo was damaged too. Wrapping both halves back together, she aimed toward Satyr. The pine cone shaped metal end spun, with her brother gliding forward. He was ready to deflect a bullet, yet Dryad did not pull the trigger. Instead, she threw the rifle and unholstered her sidearm.

The weapon made contact with Satyr, grass latching onto his branches. Dryad aimed, yet fired no bullets. As the older brother tore off his sister's rifle, grass on the trigger copied movement. The weapon exploded, causing Satyr to backstep. Dryad pulled the trigger of her pistol, firing two bullets moving towards his chest. A third bullet moves toward Satyr's head. He deflected all three projectiles, matching his sister's timing on when the trigger was pulled.

Satyr acts with a downward diagonal strike from the right, making Dryad glide backward. His weapon hit the ground, pine cone ending still in motion. Then, Satyr dragged the object upwards, causing dirt and grass to be left in the air. Suddenly, these pieces condensed, appearing as little blades. Dryad ran, trying to flank her brother as each blade of grass had sent itself.

Some blades touched, causing small flashes of dark green energy to expel particles of the same color. Dryad aimed, firing three more projectiles at her brother. Again, Satyr deflects each bullet, then took a step back. He went into a stance, with the metal pine cone spinning faster. Then, Satyr lunges forward, allowing one bullet to impact his body. Branches that made the humanoid form's arm extends, hitting Dryad. More dark green energy pulsed around her hands, almost letting go of the firearm.

Dryad slid across the grass, attempting to reload her gun. Satyr responds with the same attack, except the pine cone did not spin. The weapon made contact with Dryad's left hand, making her let go of a magazine. Satyr's weapon then hit the ground, now a makeshift support when pulling himself forward, branches of his right arm shortening. Dryad could have grabbed the magazine, had Satyr not caught it with his weapon's pine cone side. Impacting the left part of her head, the weapon spun, activating the gravity dust within. All seven bullets explode, making Dryad move in the other direction.

Satyr continues the horizontal motion of his attack, waiting for his sister. As her head came back up, he moves his weapon, striking the right side. Loud ringing in both ears, dark green energy flashes briefly. Through Aura Dryad still had, she manipulates the grass, attempting to create wings. As she glides backward, temporary appendages not fully formed, Satyr extends his left arm.

Branches attempt to choke Dryad while being lifted into the air. Retaliating, she transferred grass from the left towards her opposite wing, now shaped as a blade. It moves downward, chopping halfway into the left arm. Satyr let go in this brief moment, allowing Dryad to backstep away. Keeping the bladed grass wing in front of her, she reloads her sidearm. On the opposite end, Satyr's branches knit the injury closed, with the appendage readjusting as if there was no damage.

Dryad glides forward, creating a new left wing, while Satyr drags his weapon on the ground, attacking with an upward diagonal strike. Dryad then moves to her left side, aiming toward his body. Again, grass would shape themselves into blades, trying to follow their selection. She sidesteps, despite being hit with a few pieces of condensed material. Two bullets impact Satyr's back, as another four are deflected while turning. The last round was dodged with little movement, followed up by the older sibling extending their arm.

Branches grab Dryad's hands, with the pressure making her aura visible. Then, Satyr pulls in his extended arm, crushing the pistol. As Dryad was brought closer, her brother's weapon spun. Satyr lunges, with the metal pine cone drilling into Dryad's torso. Many dark green particles disperse, both from the branches crushing her hands, alongside Satyr's weapon piercing into herself. Bladed grass wings halfway complete, Dryad's left wing attempted to stop the drilling, as her other temporary appendage cut into the branched wrist.

Penetration stops as the hand was severed, making Dryad fall. Pistol now destroyed, she attacks with her grass wings. Instead, Dryad's aura breaks from overuse and consistent damage. Dark green particles disperse from the woman's body, with her wings almost touching Satyr's neck. He watches the grass wither in his view, regenerating his branched hand. Exhausted, Dryad takes out her combat knife, wings no longer weightless.

The side of Satyr's humanoid form opens up, with branches aiming his unholstered sidearm. Six bullets hit Dryad's torso, with the seventh making contact with her mask. They pierce through, yet do not exit the body. Dryad's fox mask breaks, revealing a destroyed right cheekbone. Before she falls onto the ground, Satyr grabs her neck, lifting Dryad into the air. He begins to apply pressure, while other branches take her wings.

"A memento of your loss," Satyr said. "They will stay withered."

The metal pine cone spun, with Dryad only able to watch. In this moment, she was too fatigued to cut through her brother's branched fingers, weakly stabbing his thumb only twice. Then, Satyr's weapon pierces through Dryad's armor, now shredding her intestines. A gurgled yelp was audible, while Satyr pulled her even closer into the spinning metal end. Blood splatters all over the weapon, ground, and Satyr's humanoid form. His right arm extends, matching the length of the other. Blood trickled onto Satyr's head as he executes an overhead throw.

Dryad's opened body made a trail of blood, hitting the ground once before her back impacted a tree. She could still breathe, yet began to feel dizzy. Dryad let go of her knife, putting both hands above the space where there should be flesh. They drop to her sides, trying to focus on reactivating her aura. Yet, she was unsure about its ability to regenerate more severe injuries such as her current inflictions. Dryad closed her eyes, attempting to outpace her death with concentration.

However, it was not her aura's reactivation that gave hope. A few steps to Dryad's right was a familiar individual, holding a large caliber firearm. His serrated weapon was clipped to the side, yet re-equipped upon seeing a figure. He looks to his left, then walks calmly towards Dryad, kneeling down to face her. She could see a bloodied Evergreen Fox mask hanging over Ambrose's right leg.

"He sent you to hunt me?" Dryad asked.

"I declined without telling him." The Hunter replied.

Dryad chuckled in pain, then responds, "You don't need to go over there. He will kill you."

The Hunter stood up, turning away as he put on the bloodied Evergreen Fox mask. It fits perfectly over Ambrose's face covering and underneath his hat. Dryad stares, watching the Hunter walk away to fight Satyr.

Ambrose... Dryad thought internally. Your aura isn't even unlocked...

Satyr stopped walking, turning around to see the Hunter. In Ambrose's view was a tall blood-stained humanoid, branches positioned like muscle. Although slim, they were likely powerful, considering Dryad's condition. The head was formed in a shape between a fox and goat, horns curving forward. Withered grass wings stay unmoving, almost appearing bladed. Cracks forming a smile opened, allowing the figure to respond.

"You," Satyr said in a distorted tone. "I have already found my target. Although, your skill may be needed later."

The Hunter did not give a verbal response, having a gentle pressure of incoherent whispers enter his mind. Instead, he fires his blunderbuss, forcing Satyr to deflect much of the spread. Some pieces made contact, with the impact strong enough to make him stumble backwards. Ambrose quicksteps, hitting Satyr twice on their arm. The serration was deep, making the wounds close much slower.

Satyr readied himself in a stance, intending to pierce the Hunter. He dodges, cutting into his arm three more times. Satyr turns with a horizontal strike from the left, yet Ambrose quickstepped again. Now behind the old huntsman, the Hunter's weapon sawed into branches, leaving a serrated gash. Satyr buckled, one knee on the ground. Briefly clipping the saw cleaver to his side, Ambrose performs an Inner Organ Strike.

The Hunter's hand pierces through the humanoid form's back, grabbing densely compacted pseudo-muscle. Raking it out from the left, branches and grass are violently torn from Satyr's body, making him fall forward. Enough material was ripped away that his black ghillie cape became slightly visible. He recovers with a roll, then glides backwards. Satyr turns at the last moment with a stab, redirected by Ambrose's weapon.

Deflecting each strike, serration from the Hunter's saw cleaver made scratches upon Satyr's staff. The old huntsman grabs their opponent's weapon, palm taking damage from the hit. Suddenly, the weapon unfolds, causing the hand to split open vertically. Pieces of damaged branches hit the ground, withering. An overhead strike makes contact, yet cleaves into a spinning metal pine cone instead. The movement continues, returning as an upward vertical attack.

Satyr's lower jaw is cleaved, forcing him to step backwards. The Hunter dashes forward, seeing the damaged hand knit itself closed. He cleaves into the branches knitting, keeping the hand split. Satyr counters with a swing, yet the motion is a feint. As the Hunter aims his blunderbuss, the split hand extends, grabbing the firearm. The branches constrict, yet the weapon is not crushed.

What? Satyr questioned internally. It didn't break?

In response, Satyr is hit with a quicksilver spread, knocking him backwards as branches are broken. The material on Ambrose's gun withers, flicking it off as he quicksteps forward. Satyr glides backward, regenerating his hand. Then, he moves forwards, making the Hunter backstep. Ambrose cleaves into where Satyr is holding his weapon, breaking off fingers. A horizontal cleave from the left damages the right hand more, causing Satyr to step with the motion. Stopping, he let his weapon hit the ground, dragging it upwards to leave grass in the air.

As the pieces condense, the Hunter rolls underneath, serrated edge cutting into Satyr's torso. Hearing faint individual whistles, Ambrose dodges to the side, also avoiding a strike from Satyr. A few blades of grass hit the Hunter, making slashes on their body. While the old huntsman takes note of his adversary not using aura, he is hit three times on the right arm. Serration continues to be effective, with more gashes slowing down the regeneration. Ambrose dodges another strike, hitting Satyr's torso once before stepping away.

There is no response, until Satyr glides backward. He goes into a stance, with the metal pine cone spinning rapidly. Then, he lunges forward, head down in a ramming position. Unfolding his weapon, the saw cleaver is readied to make a horizontal cleave. The Hunter's attack connects, with the left side of Satyr's head lacerated. In response, he drags his weapon upwards, deciding to send more blades of grass. Except, Ambrose's blunderbuss is aimed towards him, ready to use.

The quicksilver shot hits Satyr, with the impact forcing the old huntsman to kneel. Before he could fully stand up, Ambrose's hand punctures into his torso. Satyr grabs the Hunter's right arm, beginning to crush it. Unbothered, his hand rakes out from the left side, ripping out more grass and branches. He stumbles backward onto the ground, weapon making a thud. He glides away to create distance before standing up.

Is that what he did before? Satyr thought. I would rather not discover what made him so bold.

Satyr notices his Nature Guardian Form begin to make creaking noises. He glances at his arm, seeing the branches and grass turn a dull grey. The old huntsman could also feel them slowly withering. He looks at the Hunter sprinting towards him, ready to deflect their serrated weapon. Another scratch was made on his staff, responding with a downward swing. The Hunter dodges, hitting Satyr's withering left arm.

Pieces of dulled branches dropped from the laceration, making Satyr backstep. The regeneration became slow enough that he appeared to have stopped healing. Ambrose dodges another swing, moving behind Satyr. He cuts into his back three times, with a fourth cut made on the right leg, after trying to kick the Hunter. Turning around, Satyr looks at the ground, willing the grass to wrap around Ambrose's boots.

Now kept in place, the old huntsman extends his left arm. Withering branches curl around the Hunter, eventually making a small dome. They constrict, appearing to have crushed Ambrose's body. Yet, the Hunter breaks free, forcing Satyr to retract the branches. Ambrose rolls underneath Satyr's weapon, striking his torso once before dodging. Another two lacerations are made, with the consistent damage compromising Satyr's nature guardian form.

Groups of pseudo-muscle begin withering away from the old huntsman, making him smaller. The grass wings taken earlier drop to the ground. His armored body is eventually revealed, with dark green energy flashing briefly. Satyr backflips, unholstering his pistol after landing. He aims, yet there were no bullets. As he reloads, the Hunter dashes forward to attack.

The sidearm becomes damaged from deep laceration, with a second hit making Satyr let go. He is hit twice, seeing particles of his aura indicating damage. Backstepping, he goes into a stance to defend himself, pine cone spinning. However, the Hunter is prepared to react. The attack does not connect, and Satyr is hit with quicksilver shot.

Impact from the strike forces the old huntsman to kneel. Then, Ambrose's hand pierces into Satyr, yet is caught by the energy around his body. Proceeding with the action, his hand rakes out from the left, spraying dissipating particles of dark green light. The old huntsman stumbles backward, falling to the ground. His aura distorts, forcing itself to redistribute.

As Satyr begins to stand, the top of his head is impacted by a cleaving edge. The strike is enough to not only break Satyr's aura, yet also damage the top half of his white fox mask. He stumbles, feeling great exhaustion from exerting himself. Staying conscious, he attempts to bludgeon the Hunter again with his weapon. No contact is made, as the old huntsman is hit with quicksilver shot.

Satyr is forced to kneel a fourth time, having no aura or semblance to use. The Hunter's hand pierces through Satyr's body armor, striking an organ. Then, rakes it out from the left side, blood splattering both the Hunter and ground. Pieces of organs and bone were also torn out, with a large diagonal tear in Satyr's black armor. He does not respond, as the echoes of his will are absorbed by the Hunter. A gentle pressure of incoherent whispers also enters, deepening the depth of his inhuman knowledge.

The Hunter walks away, moving back towards Dryad, still underneath the evergreen. He kneels, making eye contact with her. Before Ambrose could say anything, she speaks.

"You managed to kill him, my older brother..." Dryad said. "Even without an aura..."

The energy around Satyr... The Hunter deduced.

"Though what I've seen, I believe you can help...protect the world..." Dryad continued. "Here, take these..."

From one of her pockets, Dryad takes out two different badges. The first badge depicted a fox's head colored green, with the top of a black evergreen tree behind it. The second badge was also green, having two axes and a laurel wreath underneath them. A tower was engraved in the middle, almost hidden were it not for the bloodstain revealing it.

"There's an institution, somewhat far..." Dryad said. "A place that trained huntsmen at a young age. We lost contact with them several days ago..."

Dryad's breathing slowed, yet she continued to speak with the Hunter.

"Please, find out what happened..."

The Hunter nods, accepting the request. Before he stands up, Dryad stops him.

"Wait...hold out your hand..." Dryad said. "There is one more thing you need..."

Ambrose holds out his hand, palm facing up. Dryad grabs it, using the power she had left. Nothing happens, only for a surge of energy to surround the Hunter. It is colorless, like unstained glass. Dryad lets go of Ambrose's hand, becoming extremely tired.

Dryad says faintly, "Now...you're a Huntsman..."

She stops breathing, with her echoing will being absorbed by the Hunter.

Bloodlust Thyrsus

A weapon used by Satyr, an Old Huntsman.

This staff is constructed with a metal pine cone, able to spin during acts of ceremonious slaughter, where it drills into victims to produce the fresh warmth in blood.

Satyr was formerly part of the PMC Evergreen Fox, eventually leaving from a growing madness, finding rapture in hunting other huntsmen.

Bloody Fox Mask

A green fox mask, given by the huntsman Satyr.

These masks come from the standard attire, given to huntsman that join Evergreen Fox.

The mask is designed in memory of the group's founder, who is a beast herself.

Evergreen Fox Badge

A badge crafted by the Evergreen Fox PMC.

The beast's facial expression is kept neutral, meant to indicate wisdom from experience.

These were given to huntsman that hunt within the Unmarked Evergreen forest, consistently clearing it from the Creatures of Wrath.

Bloody Academy Badge

A badge crafted at one of many huntsman academies.

The blood on this emblem reveals the academy it belongs to.

Each institution is designed for educating huntsmen, trained to fight the Creatures of Wrath.