It was a…sad day? A depressing day? [i]Nope, a hilarious day![/i] Not only did that fox bitch drench herself in the stench of a bitch in the heat once more, but there were new Hunters popping up and showing off their superior combat skills, interrupting the town’s rituals in the process! Hell, one of those new kiddos even went out of their way to go back to the church and try to shake some answers out of Rotting Bone!

It really would have been better if the trigger-happy Hunter had actually pulled the trigger though, so Roless could have some human blood to play with as well. Of course, the poison would have to be purified first, and the blood still won’t be quite as effective as his own, but…well, the brunette just wanted to see another display of death-dealing skill from that old man. It had been far too long that he had seen the old man in action, after all. But, alas, the idiot girl wasn’t that stupid, and pretty much gave up, prompting Roless to stop caring as well.

Dropping down from his front-row seats on top of the roof of a building, the Hunter, his steps pronounced with the clink of metal against metal, strode up to the sorry collection of dead dog-humans, selecting the one that was the most whole. Ignoring the glances he received from the townspeople, he dragged the monster alongside him as he headed to the decrepit church.

[b]“Morning RoBo,” [/b]he called out cheerily, kicking open the doors of the Temple, [b]“Messy day, eh? Want me to cull some of them to preserve status quo, or are you enjoying the chaos as well?”[/b]