Advertisement"Oh no… I refuse to die to these bastards" He held the fork's handle with his right arm in order to immobilize the man and shot him twice . The man fell down and, detaching the fork from his ribs, Surgit threw it at one of the approaching beasts .
He was then surrounded by eight more men . He could hear the footsteps of the snipers approaching . They were the only remaining enemies to kill . He felt his power fading away . His new body still had its limits but he needed to carry on . He wasn't going to succumb to these enemies . As the men made to attack him, Surgit held his ground and, seeing through all the attacks, managed to dodge and counter attack . With six swings he had cut down six enemies . Only two remained and were still coming at him . They didn't show any sign of fear or hesitation . They seemed keen on killing him he could feel their rage and see their baring fangs . They were humans no more . Devoid of emotions, their sole purpose had become to kill and see blood . With one swing of his elongated cleaver, Surgit cut their heads off and fell to the ground . He could hear more footsteps approaching him . He was lying down next to the carriage . It had provided him with good cover from the snipers who appeared to be moving to a better place or even towards him to finish him off . Two more men appeared in front of him "BAM! BAM!" with two shots he managed to get rid of them . He had no more power to stand up and he could feel his eyes getting heavier . "Just a few more minutes… . " He said to himself . Four men appeared in front of him, he could see the two snipers on top of a stagecoach parked opposite him . It looked like an execution . "Maybe that's what happened to all hunters around here" he thought to himself as one of the swordsmen approached . He could see the sniper aligning a shot in the distance . With his right leg, Surgit managed to trip the swordsman and used him as a shield . The shot landed nicely on his chest and the man fell on top of him .
As he struggled to stand up, he heard two more shots, and the men who were trying to execute him started falling like flies . The snipers had shot the men . Were they trying to help him all along? He felt a survival surge inside of him and he ducked to the right the moment as a bullet hit the wall behind him . They had just missed their shots and killed their friends then . He took his pistol to aim a shot at the last standing man in front of him . "Click, click" he was out of ammo . He rolled to the side just in time as the axe had hit the ground . With one swing he cut the man's legs and used him as a shield to protect himself from the snipers' shots . He was now trapped . His body felt heavy and his leg hurt even more . He suddenly remembered, as one remembers important things during dire circumstances . He fumbled in his pocket until he found the vial that Iosefka had given him before . It was now or never, he injected it in his bloodstream and felt a surge of energy going through all of his body . A bullet came out of his left leg and he could see that all his injuries were healed save for some small scratches .
He got up quickly and dashed away from the snipers' vision . He saw some stairs that led up to the rails and took them . He could see the men aiming their rifles and looking for a sign of life . He crept up behind them and struck the first one on the head, burying his saw deep inside his brain . The second one turned in shock to be punched off the stagecoach by Surgit . "So you can still feel something don't you?" He said as he plunged at the poor beast, slicing it in half . He was soaked in blood again, his clothes but tatters and his saw slippery . But he felt alive . He managed to cheat death again thanks to that miraculous blood healing .
Chapter end
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