Whatever chance the Hunters had to win a contest of strength against the beast beyond the door evaporated when Ishin relinquished his hold on the rifle, leaving Marcus alone against two opponents, one of which had already clearly demonstrated its inhuman power. Hopeless though a pure test of might would have been, Marcus saw fit to merely immobilize the gun with one hand and use the other to bring his sword through the hole to deter his adversaries, causing the Yharnamite to let out a pained yelp and let go as his hand was cut by the Hunter's blade.
The beast was not as easily frightened as its comparatively sane compatriot, however, though Marcus' actions did undeniably yield results in the vein of what he had wanted. As the Yharnamite huntsman fled like a beaten dog, the ironically more canine creature let out a vicious growl before letting go of the rifle – allowing Marcus to pull the weapon through the hole in the door – but then swiftly moving to grab the other end of his blade instead, closing its hairy claws tightly around the blade.
At the same time as the beast seized the other end of Marcus' sword, a loud, hard thud sounded from the door just to the left and slightly above the hole, hard enough to cause its surface to briefly bulge inward toward the room with the Hunters. This was followed by the sound of creaking and cracking wood, unmistakably the sound of something hard lodged in wood being pulled free.

Behind Marcus, meanwhile, the retreating Ishin was moved away from the obsidian blotch on the ground by Arcturus, only for the bell to chime a fourth time even as the selfless Hunter moved to roll away. Luckily he was in time, if only barely.
[I]Ding-ding...[/I]
There was a faint crackling noise, like flesh roasting in an unseen fire, and the blackness seemed to break into ribbons, floating and fluttering in a shaft of crimson light shining from below the floor, red tendrils of ephemeral smoke writhing madly along its edge. First one large, long-fingered and clawed hand rose from the hellish depths, grabbing hold of the floor at the edge of the hole through reality while casting nightmarish shadows on the room. Leveraging that hand another immediately emerged, this one holding what appeared to be an unexpectedly well-crafted cane, which likewise seized a hold on the floor, before a black shape pulled itself from whichever terrible realm it had resided in and into the clinic room, unleashing a high-pitched, inhuman scream as it ascended. White round, glowing eyes, clumpy black hair like seaweed, a mouth full of rotting teeth agape in mad rage, none of the newly transformed Hunters were likely to recognize the creature as a [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodborne/images/6/63/Mad_One_concept_art.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180728134643]Mad One[/url], but surely none of them could doubt the threat it posed to them all.
Its form dripping with inky fluid, like condensed darkness, the monster screamed at them as it stood, throwing its long, slender arms to the sides in challenge, plainly showing them its mutilated body, bearing many terrible scars from blades, teeth and what appeared to be stab-wounds cased by a pitchfork. Its crazed rage and bloodthirst was almost palpable.
At least the shadowy portal, now that its passenger had emerged, faded, whatever good that would do the Hunters.

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[h3]Eastern Yharnam, relatively near the Hunter's clinic, at the top of the elevator[/h3]
“What...” Victor muttered groggily, staring uncomprehendingly at the disgusting puddle of the bile he could still taste. He was still shaking, but at least the tremors seemed to be receding quickly, now, as his mind caught up with all the things that had happened, all the thoughts and emotions he had now allowed himself to feel in the moment, forcing him to disregard his own likely death for the sake of helping Raine kill the beast. It was a strange insight to suddenly gain, because Victor had never considered himself to be a heroic person in the slightest... yet he had been willing to accept his own death in defense of the others. Even drowning in his own blood he had resisted the urge to cough, merely enduring the agony as he hastened to assist however he could. Several times over just a few seconds, Victor had been certain that he was going to die, helplessly and uselessly, only to risk that mercifully spared life for the sake of another.
He shook his head briskly, deeply unnerved by this discovery. It was not that it was not an admirable trait he had discovered, but rather than it seemed so unlike him... like he had not merely discovered a new aspect of himself, but [I]changed[/I] to acquire this trait. The concern would probably never have occurred to a normal human, but then again, normal humans did not possess the same capacity for change as Hunters did.
And a Hunter changing was not usually a good sign.

Straightening back up, Victor shook off the rest of his shock before turning his attention back to the others, his gaze falling on their feet rather than their faces. For some reason, he found, the thought of looking the others' in the eye disturbed him now.
“I'm sorr-” he began to apologize, until he heard Adelicia pleading for her life, causing the words to die on his lips. For a second his heart quickened and he felt his muscles grow tense in anticipation of another fight... before he realized that the Blood Saint was not begging the mercy of some strange enemy, but of them; Raine and Victor. Maybe even just Raine, by the looks of it.
Victor felt physically ill, and not just because he had just thrown up or had mere moments earlier been suffering from at least one perforated lung. Adelicia with the pretty eyes was afraid of them. The thought was repulsive... yet at the same time, he reveled in her fear.

“That won't be necessary,” he called to her sullenly in response to her offer of blood, moving to retrieve his sword from where he had dropped it while carefully and subconsciously averting his gaze from his companions. “You won't be harmed, Saint Adelicia. We're here to ensure that, remember?”