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The Room

*Lecter watches the beast flee, his face repeatedly melting and reforming while steam pours from his body*
Lecter: Catch you... later.
*The Devil Hunter pulls the spear out of him and tosses it aside before slumping over*
Lecter: Karma... get your ass over here.

*The familiar forms from the shadows near Lecter, watching him intently*
Lecter: Track Mergoux. We find out what happened to her, then this thing dies. And... Good work, with John.
*Karma takes off after Mergoux's trail, leaving Lecter behind*

The Room

*Lecter grunts again and sinks to one knee, trying to not get bisected by the creature*
*The Devil Hunter finds what he's looking for, and pulls out a small glass vial with a glowing liquid in it*
Lecter: Be seeing you.
*Lecter smashes the vial against the spear, causing an explosion of Holy Water to fly in every direction. Lecter grimaces as his skin begins to melt and bubble while his body attempts to heal his wounds*

The Room

*Lecter tries to move away from the spear and gets skewered through the gut by it*
*The Devil Hunter grunts and lets his pistol slip through his fingers before fumbling for something in his coat*
Lecter: Might not... be a Devil, but this should hurt like Hell.

*Karma, pleased with the deaths, turns to find something of her own to hunt, but winces as Lecter is injured*

The Room

*Lecter jumps to avoid the blades, slashing downwards at the creature's arms as he jumps*
Lecter: I do not plan to see Hell today.

The Room

*Karma hisses to herself as she watches the barbarian offer mercy*
He will return with an army. Better to slay him now, before the rider can lie again.

The Room

*Lecter dashes to the side to avoid the spear and fires his pistol at the creature's eyes*
*The Devil Hunter charges at the creature while still firing, trying to get close enough to use his blade*

The Room

*Lecter smells the air and points his own sword at the creature*
Lecter: What the hell are you?
*The Devil Hunter starts circling the creature, looking for a weak point*

The Room

*Karma notes the confusion of the barbarian's and the rider and would smile if it was possible*
The barbarians use smoke and mirrors. Kill them now, prove your worth. Your duty demands it.
*The familiar watches the rider intently for his reaction, urging him to spill more blood*

The Room

*Karma watches Hanna lap up the blood of the woman, and cocks her head*
*The familiar doesn't interfere, instead content with the smell of the woman's injuries*

The Room

*Lecter shakes his head*
Lecter: Mutant? My blood is more pure than a genetic diversity.
*The Devil Hunter starts to reload his pistol, albeit at a slower pace as he only has one hand to do it*