[h3]Outside the Hunter's Clinic, in the outskirts of Yharnam[/h3]
Torquil dutifully followed Ophelia as she went, taking a good, firm two-handed grip on his axe as he went, and was very surprised – and much less adept at deception than his companion – to see a strange, bloodstained and heavily armed man outside the door. He did his best to follow Ophelia's example and act nonchalant about it. Once Ophelia turned around to shrug back at the gang inside the clinic Torquil hesitantly turned as well, only to start to nervously look everywhere but at the stranger in a way that was far from subtle.
A moment later the beast-man reached the door, managing just barely to peek its head out before Farren kicked the door closed, resulting in the heavy wooden object being slung forcefully into the creature's face. While the force of the kick would likely have sent a human-sized opponent tumbling, the sheer mass of the beast-man was enough that it only caused it to stagger for a second; the door even failed to close fully and remained ajar, its considerable momentum completely absorbed and stopped by the beast's snout. As it were, the almost-closed door only served to obstruct vision for the moment, but the Hunters could still easily hear the beast-man whimper in pain.

“Shit-rats!” Victor swore viciously, clearly taken aback by the sight of what had just peeked out and almost looked at him. Immediately reevaluating his approach after having seen some of what they were up against, he quickly hung his blunderbuss from his belt again, then reached his right sword-wielding hand over his right shoulder. With practiced motion, he maneuvered his small sword so that its edge was parallel with the open edge of the blade-scabbard back there, only to swiftly move the small sword inside, eliciting an audible “click” as the two interlocked. His now-free left hand went to join the right, grasping the hilt with both hands, as he hoisted the now [I]much[/I] larger and heavier weapon onto his shoulder.

From inside the clinic, slightly muffled by the door and partially drowned out by the whimpers of the beast-man, the Hunters would be able to pick out the hoarse man's voice: “Stupid. Very hurt.”
Realistically, kicking the door into its face bought the Hunters about five seconds during which the beast-man's whimpers first turned into a growl and then exploded into a furious roar. An impact hit the door from the inside – much heavier than when Farren had kicked it – and sent it swinging back the opposite way, toward Farren, with tremendous force.
Through the now reopened door, Torquil and Ophelia would be met by the sight of the beast-man with blood dripping from its chin and matting its beard-like fur from the nose down. Its teeth were bared, its mouth frothing with rage and its eyes – pupils frayed with the scourge of beasts – filled with hate.

It rushed out the door so fast that it did not even make the effort to turn sideways to fit through it, instead hitting both shoulders against the door frame... only for the [I]frame[/I] to immediately splinter and break while barely even slowing the creature down. It stepped outside, but ignored Farren, Ophelia and Victor. Instead it instantly turned to its right and, before Victor could get his massive sword off his shoulder, swung its cleaver mightily at his head, hitting him just below the left cheekbone and, with a spray of blood, sent him sprawling onto his back.