We stand, we watch, we remain silent. Had the third point been the opposite, one could well commit suicide, for a talking Hunter would be far too much for any deviation of the Resident Evil world. And death of the psyche would be guaranteed.
The first to speak—or rather, to hiss—after a couple of seconds was the monster standing opposite me. He was echoed by at least three more similar sounds from around the room. But his reaction speed was clearly slower than mine. I'm not sure about the Four Eyes, but I think that even in the worst-case scenario, they would be equal in speed.
The raised paw with powerful claws moved as if through thick water, so with a direct kick, I sent his carcass into the room before his attack had even reached halfway. Deciding that success should be consolidated rather than standing idle at the threshold, I rushed after him, firing a couple of shots at my victim as I moved. Imagine my surprise when I realized that even though I was slower than the bullets, I could see them flying—and, if I wanted to, I could now easily dodge them in a shootout (if there ever was one in this dead city) instead of relying on my immortality. Clearly, the advantages of my new form greatly outweigh the disadvantages (and the only disadvantage is that I look a little less human, which isn't so bad). The strange thing is that I didn't notice this during the battle with the zombies infected by those parasitic insects. Perhaps it was because of the hustle and bustle and the general crowding around me?
But putting aside unnecessary thoughts, I decided to figure it out later or strain my "mad scientist", and continued moving toward Hunter. At the same time, I examined the effect of the shots. As expected, the caliber of the pistol bullets couldn't penetrate even the thin scales on its belly. Too bad—I'll have to open this "can" by hand.
I finished my movement already right up against Hunter and struck from the bottom up with the knife I had grabbed a moment before. The resistance was terrible, and all I achieved was a small scratch on the skin, from which blood reluctantly emerged.
"What are you made of? Maybe you weren't created by crossing human and lizard genes, but by crossing a lizard and a terminator?" I said heartily, looking at the knife blade and noticing that it was all nicked. A couple more blows and—minus one knife. And I already have so few… by my standards.
The knife went back into its sheath—let's see how you like my claws. Behind me, I heard commotion and slow gunshots. A quick glance back. Yes, it was Four Eyes who had opened fire with a rifle at the second Hunter approaching us.
How fortunate that the room we're in has two floors, the second being a mezzanine—and that we're on it. The Hunters clearly cannot accurately calculate the power of their jumps, which even I consider to be powerful, so now, of the four enemies here, we only have real problems with two, while the others are unable to jump up to us properly.
I dodged a clumsy blow, noting at the same time that Four Eyes, who had clearly come to the same conclusions, was moving at the same level as the Hunters. I need to finish this quickly and help the scientist, who is not only my partner but also a very useful member in the laboratory complex.
As soon as the Hunter's paw, missing me, slammed into the floor, digging its claws into the steel (!) surface, I immediately took two steps forward, almost pressing myself against the Hunter. At the same time, I used the acceleration from my movement to strike with my bent arm, finally piercing the monster's abdominal scales. Yes, my claws are definitely good! At the same time, I smashed Hunter's face from the side with my left elbow, causing it to sway from side to side. With a split-second difference, I took another step, stomping on a limb that had not yet been pulled out of the floor. There was no crunch, and the paw was not torn off, although the monster howled in pain. Not only is its armor strong—its bones are, too. Bad.
Continuing my movement, I pushed off from the enemy's paw, adding to its pain, and, sticking out my knee, jumped up, smashing into its long-suffering face and forcing it to jerk upward. Given the structure of its "humpbacked" skeleton, this was almost more painful than the episode with the arm. But then my own leg made a suspicious crunching sound—looks like I can kiss my kneecap goodbye. Strange that I didn't tear anything on its sharp skin.
(End of Chapter)
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