Habibi359

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

When Marcus came back to his senses, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He had of course seen and known what happened, but now he had hard time to understand exactly what had happened. His hand had transformed into something inhuman, claws sharp and long and lethal. Without a hesitation whatsoever it had went to the being’s belly. Or was it his own bloodlust that had made Marcus grip the beast’s guts, stomach, liver or whatever there was inside the being that felt no pain, only hate. As he looked at his hand, it was transforming back to normal hand at quick pace. However the blood was still there along with pieces of organs that he had just ripped. Further down his trousers too were painted red with blood.

Marcus was distraught by the sight and the feeling of... Satisfaction that lingered somewhere deep. He had slaughtered a being, its eyes went dark and it made him feel good in inhuman way. The being, "echo" was still standing and hand was still having a dead man’s strength that held his shoulder, but slowly loosening its grip. The being had came close, four inches from his throat, despite his best efforts to push it back. His right palm had nasty bite marks. But the jaws lost it's strength and the head dropped limp. Marcus pulled the left hand and the rifle out of beings mouth.

Marcus made a quick look over the being’s shoulder. The Warrior had wounded the beast’s knee. Beast had brought a sword to seemingly block the most out of damage from his attack. Marcus saw the same transformation in his hand. He wondered if this man had already noticed what had happened to him? Did he already use this power, this urge to kill against the being? Behind him Marcus heard some scuffling outside the. Had there been help coming? A yell of pain and another gunshot. There was also a roar. That of a beast’s, Marcus thought. Third one they would have to fight?

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Marcus was about to push the being off when he heard the familiar sound. His senses went sharp. This time it was not as calm and haunting, but more desperate, like signalling the whole town that there was a band of marauders coming and everyone should go to shelter expect those prepared to fight. He felt great pain in his shoulder as the claw twitched again and dig deep in his shoulder. He roared in surprise. Like a reflex, Marcus looked into the being’s eyes. The darkness vanished as they eyes ignited even more fiery than before, Marcus felt like he was looking inside shotgun barrels as someone pulled the trigger. Deep inside him he felt his heartbeat rise to abnormal height. Time seemed to slow down. Marcus saw the being’s skull reform once more and heard being’s bones in right arm snap in place.

And just like that, the being’s grip from his shoulder was extremely tight. By instinct alone, he gripped the hand. As Marcus felt a pull in his shoulder as being started to rise him, he heard the damnedest thing. Something Marcus hadn’t heard in years. His sister.

“The Bell” she said. Marcus’s every fibre of being went to hear that voice. “You have to stop the bell! It beckons monstrous things”

Marcus felt the fire burn his lungs. He had to save his sister. Get to her. And Marcus gritted his teeth with wrath. With the last touch of his feet on the ground, he kicked some momentum away from the creature. He swang forward until his feet hit the being’s chest. He released his left hand from the rifle and gripped the arm holding his shoulder. He pushed with his both hands so that claw would release it’s grip, and did the same with his feet and stomach. He tried his best to drop down from the creature’s grasp, grap the cane and smack the being’s leg with it.

It was likely that if this succeeded, Marcus would fall to his back and the creature’s claw would make deep, nasty marks to his right shoulder.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I'm quite busy this week but I'll do my best to throw a post on Thursday.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Marcus made contact with the cane to echo’s right arm. Something broke into pieces. If being had anything similar to humans inside its skins, Marcus had shattered creature’s humerus. A feat that he couldn’t done typically, especially with one hand. Strength he possessed was terrifying if Marcus was to give thought to it. To no longer be human but a hunter.

Was it a shred of thought that he gave to the being, the gunshot ringing through the air or sudden noise made from warrior companion’s rush, but Marcus had not payed attention. The echo had once again moved without giving a thought to it’s broken arm. The left claw came suddenly and grabbed Marcus’s shoulder. Grip was tight and his right arm couldn’t move to make a proper strike. He made an effort as a reflex, but his elbow couldn't muster the strength to strike strongly against the being with the cane.

Before he could make any further attacks, Marcus saw the being’s mouth. Inhuman gaping hole full of saliva and nasty set of teeth attached to its gums. Marcus had once, with his gang, fought against a beast, but then there were ten of them. Spears and fire bombs they had used, and still Marcus remembered as it’s jaws snapped in front of him before several spears made it pissed and it aimed it’s deadly row of teeth to others. Back then Marcus’s reaction had been to pull back few feet and strike the beast with his spear. Now the situation was much more dire. Marcus felt a pull in his shoulder. It's going to eat me, Marcus heard himself think.

Thought left Marcus’s mind as something else took control of him. Something that didn’t fear death but snarled at the face of it. Marcus’s left arm still held the rifle he had acquired previously. Though there were no bullets, it had proven it's worth once against the echo. He threw the rifle sideways into the being's mouth, between the teeth, and pushed himself away with left arm. Barrel was not that thick and stock was made of wood, possibly not hard enough against the being’s maw. Marcus’s left hand was at the mercy of the being’s teeth.

But the being’s arm was stuck to his shoulder, other arm limp and its mouth at bay. And the stomach was bare and ripe for taking. What it would be to pull right arm completely free and take it’s guts, stomach or liver! Something said in Marcus's mind. His arm released the cane and acted like on it's own, reaching for the echo's guts...

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Alright, I'll make a post by tomorrow (Sunday) evening.
Happy midsummer to you lot!

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

The hit that Marcus received came out of nowhere. He had been careless. He thought that this being would have faltered or cried out pain, like those he used to rob year ago. First blow bringing them down in pain, crying, begging him to stop. Not this being. It didn’t care, didn’t feel pain, only got more angry. So when his second hit was to come down, the hand had came surprisingly fast – and hard. Like a sledge hammer, he thought, before his back hit the cots. It fell along with a screaming patient on the floor and Marcus was next to them on the floor

Pain didn’t bother him too much. He wondered if he was about to die. Bones broken in his chest and his body was numbing down the feeling, preparing to die. Then he thought that it was the being that had done this. And he felt the urge. The being was fighting back, but it was wounded, crippled, unbalanced. He’d slaughter him.

Marcus stood up, gritted his teeth. The fellow sickly man - no, a warrior- was safe from being’s wrath. “I have this! Get the beast!” He yelled. If the beast was to surprise them, they would be in trouble.

Marcus ran towards the being, cane tightly in his right hand. At the end he made a swing from left to right, aimed at the being’s right arm or side, whichever it’d hit.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Post sent. My wits weren't with me two days ago (reply came after a LARP) and I see that could have written something after all two days ago.

Anyway, I can post next time on Wednesday (perhaps Tuesday but I expect I'm exhausted then, too).

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Marcus had barely time to feel the cae in his hand – Moderate weight, well balanced – when the door crashed. In came something from the stories that the streets had. Not a hound, not a man, but something between dressed in clothes too small to it, seams ripped at shoulders. Formidable both in its size and strength, as it had kicked the door in. There was no cut any longer in it’s other arm where the spear had pierced it and cut it when it pulled itself together. The beast wielded Marcus’s sword and a meat cleaver. However bad it seemed, it was still Marcus and the sickly man next to him still standing. Also, the order “Hurt” suggested beast couldn’t go full against the both, which would give the two an edge.

Marcus glanced to his right. His ally stomped surely on the ground, echoing that he was ready for battle. Marcus nodded and prepared to fight. He prepared to lunge. He felt the thrill… a challenge… A prey in front of him... A thought alien to him, once again the mysterious urge was trying to control him. Marcus flinched back realizing the loss of control and focused. This cost him time which they didn’t have at the moment and the distraction that his ally had given to him.

His ears sharpened. He heard the bell ring once again. Suddenly the being underneath him, ‘Echo’ as he had someone call it, flashed again red. Marcus glanced down- The leg was whole, so was it’s head, and as quickly as it had healed itself, it had risen. A sudden realization came to him. They were not safe as long as…

“The Bell! We have to get there!” He said to his ally, hoping he had his wits still with him. He swang his arm to right side quickly, changed the grip so that his hand was just underneath the handle, and swung to being’s head with cane's other end. Once, or three times if he had the time. They had to deal the Echo before the beast would be upon them.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Hmmm... My post would come this on Thursday, bit late I think, and wouldn't hold inside too much anything interesting, so I'd say I'll post after you @Dark Jack.

Also I'll be away from Friday to Tuesday, so I'll write a response on Thursday.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Marcus fell to his right shoulder after his attach, but kept his sight on the beast. He watched in amazement the summoned demon’s actions. No matter the shattered leg, it still kept on fighting on. Pain should have been unbearable and stability lost, but it was not offended by such actions.

As he rose up, he was more amazed by the actions of the sickly man. He saw him land after taking leap backwards and could swear he saw, for a mere second, a grin, a thrill, eye glaring like determined to see the beast dead. A whimper from the beast, as to say “I missed? How?” as the sickly man made a dash forward and brought his sword down on the beast’s head. Beast let out another noise, this time a screech inhuman that Marcus felt like his heart would freeze. So inhuman, so unlike anything he had ever heard, voice from his nightmares and beyond.

And then the demon fell silent. Limp. And fell down. Marcus stood there for a second, amazed. Then he remembered. “The door… Door!” He yelled as a warning to the sickly man, and turned around. He looked at the door, then at the sickly man. His comrade had gotten a strike, Marcus was afraid if he was alive any longer. But he didn’t have time to go and take care of him.

His rifle was not good enough a weapon, he was afraid that the stock would loosen up and gun break or the barrel would bend. He took a look at the cane that the beast had. It had made an impressive mark on the floor with the attack he had done and it seemed to be of high quality, hopefully not hollow as the rifle. In normal situation he would have rushed to grab a sword or an axe to hack the beast and the bell ringer. But he couldn’t trust that he had time to do so, leaving the sickly man alone against the enemies on the other side. Rifle on his left hand, he reached to grab the weapon from the screeching demon...

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I can write something on Thursday, Marcus needs better weapon ^-^