It was pitch black, the elves had finally went to bed. A short day for the elvish kind, Caitlyn sat at the gate, sword in hand. As Desmond woke from his sleep, making his way downstairs, through the inn. Quiet steps down as he didn't want to wake anyone, an odd perfume began to engulf over the Village. Noises became scratchy, yet no elves awoke.
Mysterious Figure: Can we eat, please. Please can we eat, I was good. I used my Devil Arts, please Madam Melania, please.
Melania: Have at it Corpse, you've been good. Skin, follow suit to the village, we'll need hands to carry the Elven meat to the portal. And Void, take carry of anything that tries to get in their way.
Void: Will do Madam, but one thing. Am I allowed to kill the target this time?
Melania: By any means necessary, it isn't like last time. Us Scorched were fewer in power, now...We can feast without holding back.
The Village went quiet again, the noises evaporated. As Desmond walked along the streets of the village. Clutching his arm, almost like he's been waiting for someone to peer around the corner. And someone did-
Almost firing an Icicle at a man in a trench coat, he stopped himself. The man continued walking, without any hesitation at all.
Desmond: Hey, what're ya' doing up so late man? Say something, you hear that noise too?
The man turned around, then walked over. He was 5'10, with short brown hair, looking to be around 185-190lbs. He wore a trench coat, some busted bottoms and sandals. At his side stood a blade and a revolver. His eyes were black. At the back of the coat was a tied up dirty pair of boots, and an envelope barely sticking out.
Samo Hatu: Hey kid, go inside okay? And fuck off with the questions, I gotta go.
Desmond: Dude, people are sleeping, and you just show up in the middle of the night? C'mon, that's not fishy? At least give me a reason to let you stay out here?
Samo Hatu: This ain't yer' home is it? Thought not- even if they considered me a threat I'm only doin' my job. So go inside and go to sleep, last time I ask.
Desmond: Yer' pissin me off man. Just give me a damn reason already, or I'm gonna have to take you down.
Samo Hatu: I got shit to do, stay out here if you want kid- but if you get hurt don't come begging me for help, got it?
Desmond: Whatever man, same to you.
The man walked away, into the night. The envelope had fallen from his waist, Desmond picked it up and read what had been written.
"Hunters Guild - Rank S Bounty - The Scorched Crew, worth 100,000 gold".
Desmond: What the hell... He's a bounty hunter? I thought that shit was outlawed by the Capital... Dammit, what the hell is a... Scorched Crew.
Just then, Yera approached from the night.
Desmond: Yera, what're you doing up right now?
She said nothing.
Desmond: Hey, Yera- are you okay? Did you slip, hit your head maybe?
I'm an instant her arms were wrapped around Desmonds waist. She lifted him and pile drove him into the rock below. Within a moments hesitation she swung towards him.
Desmond: *in shock* WOAH, Yera what are you doing? Did I do something wrong, dammit what the hell.
Yera went to take another swing, Desmond holding back his abilites- and then...
Caitlyn intercepted the attack, holding Yera tight. A tear running down her face. She hit the pressure point on her neck, sending her to sleep for the time being.
Caitlyn: You, help me get her inside. And then, we need to talk.
In the shaded woods
Void: I've perfumed the Village with dark matter, the elves will not be able to wake, all but one. The distraction to make our entrance. Corpse, proceed, Lady Melania, whereabouts will you be headed?
Melania: I will remain in the sewers, building my energy. If you need me- Which you won't, I will be there. Any and all threats will be nothing for my henchmen. Now, Go forth.
The Stage of the Village
Samo Hatu: I knew I smelled it, I couldn't have been wrong. Scents too good not to smell something that horrid. Blood trail or not, I found you- didn't I? Scorched.
Just then, a beast broke through the stage. A tall boar looking creature standing tall like a wendigo or a devil.
Skin: Lady Melania told me there was someone close behind. Didn't think it was a dumb Bounty Hunter.
Samo Hatu: You've done enough killing, and plaguing our world; it's time I show you your place. Chain times 6 (x6), compact revolver, CLEANSE.
The attack swiftly pierced through the targets protective layer, only for it to grow back moments later.
Skin: Pins and needles, what a friendly way to say hi. I think I'll skin you alive before I eat you whole.
Samo Hatu: *Tch* So you aren't imp class, what then- A full blooded Demon. Or are you empowered?
Skin: Maybe you'll find out if you can survive this attack. DEVIL ART - REBUKE - THORNS OF HADES
Thorns scoured through the ground at lightning speed, Samo Hatu dodging without a moments rest. One thorn eventually hitting his right elbow.
Samo Hatu: *guh* Dammit that stings.
Skin: Looks like the funs over already Hunter. You've been poisoned, and soon... YOU'LL BE MY DELICIOUS DINNER.
Samo Hatu: You think so? Damn, I must be rusty today- I can't believe I got a pull this one out. Especially one something like you.
Skin: Give it your best, Yer' asking to be my meal Hunter. C'mon, let me see what you got.
Samo Hatu: You asked for it-
PSYCHO ABILITY: ACTIVATE - WOLF KNIGHT - ECHO OF WOLFS BLOOD
The trees began to shake, as the sky lit up. A pitch darkness lit by an almost enraged light. A ray of air ricochet throughout the trees. As a slash entered Skins body at a milliseconds speed.
Skin: *GUHHHHH* Fuck...
The protective layer came off of Skin like the shedding of skin from a snake. Following was piles of mucus and blood. Green-ish, purple ooze, Skin screeched for help.
Samo Hatu: About that poison, I forget to tell you. I'm not just a bounty hunter, I'm also a Wolf. We can't be poisoned, and one more thing. Thanks for waking me up, you were a fun warm up buddy.
The last breath was strucken away from Skin as he blew to pieces on the broken stage. The first fight had been over only seconds after it had begun. And with that, The Scorched would grow more Powerful, from the essence of their lost comrade.
The Inn | Shopping District
Caitlyn: Yera didn't attack you, well.. Her body did, but whatever was in there? In her, it wasn't her. I smelled it earlier, I didn't think it was already here. I need your help, I can feel something... Something strong. It's aura is leaking into the village, I know where it is. But, I know I can't beat it alone. Will you help me, boy?
Desmond: I'll do what I can, that's why the Bounty Hunter is here. It makes sense now.
Caitlyn: Bounty Hunter, well... Whether they are here for good reason or not. I have to arrest the bounty hunter. That organization, it's illegal. Outlawed throughout Condorla. So when we find this Hunter, after we deal with the issue at hand. Will you help me arrest the criminal?
Desmond: Yes, I'll help you. Anything to keep this village safe. All of you have helped me so much, and I don't want anyone to get hurt. Not like... *Tch*
Caitlyn: Not like what?
Desmond: Don't worry about it, it's nothing. Let's stop whatevers out there.
Caitlyn: Try to keep up.
The Sewers outside of Stream Village, within the regions of The Shaded Woods
Melania: Skin has been defeated, so leaves Corpse and Void. They won't disappoint me like that weakling.
To Be Continued