Chapitre 38: The dormant monster in the inside…
Surgit was getting angry. He had the speed and the deadly weapons, but it seemed that either he'd get ambushed or a skilled fighter would come and finish him. "Why didn't this happen against that huge ass beast? I have to die to these scumbags here? Really?! Get a grip man!" He was talking to himself while walking towards the axe-wielding man. Before the latter turned to face him, Surgit flung his cleaver towards the man. The weapon hit the fool right in the middle of his forehead… or rather replacing his skull completely. He went to the lying corpse and wrenched out his bloody weapon, smearing blood and brain matter all over his face. "Great! Now I'm talking to myself."
Surgit took the stairs and this time he faced the mob of six. His tactic was clear in his head. The man-beasts were deadly in group but stupid individuals. All he needed to do was attract their attention then use his speed and strength to his advantage.
"Hey stupid assholes come here!" He shouted at them. The six men-beasts came running at him and attacked from all angles. Surgit jumped high and landed behind them. He quickly slit the throats of three of them in one swoop with his elongated saw. He then disposed of the others before they could turn around and see him. His agility and speed surprised even him.
The cobble stones were painted red. Blood flowed through the cracks between the stones. Surgit found himself contemplating the scene without even knowing why this fascinated him. The sight of blood captivated him. He wanted to see more of it. He heard the murmurs in his head again, amplifying, 'Bless us with blood! Bless us with blood! Bless us with blood!' He suddenly felt the urge to hunt, to kill and feel the beasts' blood showering his body.
Slowly, he started feeling the wind blowing on his face. He heard the distant heavy breathing of the giant troll. He saw the buildings surrounding him and realized where he was standing. Contemplating the blood which flowed from his recent victims had sent him into a trance. He slapped himself awake and got ready to make his next move.
He pondered for a moment as to whether he should go fight the troll or not. He decided against it. He had more pressing matters at hand, he needed to reach the aqueducts and he was still trapped in central Yharnam. After disposing of the lone axe wielding man and the patrol unit, Surgit rushed towards the central square. He remembered the sniper and dealt with him first. He then took the stairs towards the railings and hid in a dark corner.
He'd actually never taken his time to observe the plaza carefully. He had been there twice already. He managed to rush through the area, which almost got him killed. Then he rushed through the area again and actually got himself killed. The crucifix on which hung the giant werewolf attracted all eyes to it. It was somehow intriguing for Surgit to observe the burning beast without being able to avert his gaze. The smell of burning flesh and the blood which somehow still managed to trickle down the beasts body were hypnotizing to watch.
With great effort he looked away and scanned the area. All monsters were looking at the crucifix, as mesmerized by the sight as he was. He looked around him in order to carefully plan his next move. He knew he didn't have much time before the others looked away and started moving around the square. During the two times he had fought them, a bell would be heard in the distance then they would turn away from the horrific sight which captivated them.
He counted the enemies again. They were twelve standing around the crucifix. He waited for the bell and as soon as he heard it, the mob scattered around the plaza. Three men went up towards the balustrade behind which Surgit hid. He waited for them in the dark corner and silently disposed of them. He became one with the shadows and decided not to approach hordes of enemies from now on without prior planning.
He cleared the plaza in no time. Rushing the enemies with no plans and hoping for his skills to do the work for him was foolish. Luck had been on his side from the start. Now that it deserted him, he realized that he shouldn't underestimate his enemies. He understood now that he could still die and lose all his progress in any area if he wasn't careful enough. And he had no desire of fighting all the enemies on his way again if he ever lost to any monster.
So he pressed on and got ready to fight the troll that Paul and Damien had dealt with earlier. 'I wonder what happened to Paul, the coward!' Surgit found it funny how he was the one making fun of the mercenary now. Not too long ago, he was the weakling everyone scoffed at. The situation had dramatically changed since he received blood ministration. He found himself secretly wishing to meet Paul and pay him back for the bullying he'd suffered on the way to Yharnam. He reached the fountain plaza and he could still hear the troll shouting in the distance and pounding at the door which blocked access from the central square to the plaza.
As soon as he made his presence known by the sound of his footsteps; the troll rushed towards Surgit and swung at him with a brick on its hand. Before the brick landed on his head, Surgit took his pistol and shot the troll in the chest. The latter fell on its knees, staggered from the pistol's shot. 'Bless us with blood! Bless us with blood!' The murmurs resumed on the inside of his head.
Surgit felt the twitch again in his right arm and he watched as his hand transformed into sharp claws. His talons then penetrated the troll's flesh and ripped his inner organs apart. As he removed his hand from the troll's inside, Surgit looked at it and saw it transform back to normal. The hole he left on the poor creature's torso was big enough to see intestines and flesh mingled together in a grotesque manner.
Surgit wiped his face with his left arm to clean it from the blood and other matter that smeared it. He then went to the troll and mopped his bloody hands on its clothes. He retrieved his weapon which lay on the ground then got ready to move back towards the warehouse where he'd died before. 'What am I?' He was amazed at the power of this attack, although scared and terrified of what lurks inside of him, the thing that transforms his arm so.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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