[h3]Below Rebirth's Rise, Eastern outskirts of Yharnam – Farren and Torquil[/h3]
Torquil was the first to follow Farren out of the elevator, his shield raised defensively to cover his body, neck and the lower part of his face and his axe awkwardly raised to the side, ready to strike. Victor took another couple of seconds to start moving, his eyes fixed on the immobile White Church Hunter in the distance.
“But... we had a bloody giant...” he muttered, shifting the ornate case he was still carrying from his left hand and up into his left armpit to free up his hand and retrieve the blunderbuss from his belt. “The servants were already dead when we got here, but the giant was just sleeping. What kind of monster can fight a giant [I]and[/I] a Hunter?”
The street itself was almost disturbingly deserted and quiet, with the only movements being bits of cloth or wooden shutters on the windows of residences lazily moving in the wind. Unlike the houses above, there were a couple of houses down here with lit censers outside their doors and windows and with light inside, though even those seemed to have fallen deathly silent on this as of yet moonless night.

Without another word, Victor started moving – albeit slowly and cautiously, sword and gun at the ready and his eyes on his surroundings – past the dead giant and toward the fallen Hunter.