His body moved before he could know what was happening . His hand was inside the beast's skull, he had used the wounds caused by the bullet to insert his right hand inside . He watched with horror and surprise as his hand changed its shape . He had a long right arm and claws protruding from what used to be his fingers . He felt himself squashing the beast's brain as its body wriggled and struggled . His claws had penetrated the squishy organ and ripped it apart . The monster stopped moving and as he pulled his hand back, he felt a surge of energy going through his entire body . "Yes, satiate us, bless us with blood" he looked at his hand, which went back to being normal and wondered at what happened . Blood was rushing out of the beast's head and he started drinking from it immediately . He had no time to lose . He had already lost too much blood . As he drank to his fill, his wounds closed and he regained his vitality . He finally managed to get rid of this monstrosity, no thanks to Paul who shamelessly ran away .
"Are you a hunter?" a voice said behind him . Surgit turned around, ready for another fight . It was a woman, holding his pistol . "I think that belongs to you" she went on, handing the gun back to him: "I wonder what kind of bullets these things have . " As he looked at the woman, he realized that she seemed familiar . It was Karla, Francis's bodyguard . "You're an excellent markswoman, thanks for your help back there" he said containing his shock at seeing another familiar face . "It's the least we could do, that thing was standing on our way too" another voice said from behind Karla . "By the gods, it's you isn't it Surgit? I almost didn't recognize you . " Francis had a sharp mind and recognized Surgit from first sight . "I must say, seeing you drinking blood from that beast frightened the living hell out of me" continued Francis .
- "How did you get that strong? I swear I saw you smash against a wall and fall unconscious on our arrival to the city" Asked Francis
- "For a sharp man, you still lack in Yharnam knowledge . " Replied Karla, "He is definitely a hunter, I'm shocked that he could be Surgit, that weakling couldn't even lift a finger against a fly"
- "The woman is right, I am a hunter . " Said Surgit, he tried to sound dignified and confident . "As for you Sir Francis, I'm glad to see that you're still alive too, what happened to the other bodyguards?"
- "Didn't I tell you?" Exclaimed Francis looking at Karla again . Her eyes had widened and he enjoyed patronizing her . "Did you get a blood ministration?" He asked as he turned towards Surgit .
- "A mysterious old man had indeed accepted to give me blood ministration . I haven't been able to find him since" He replied as Francis's face saddened .
- "Well with the beast out of the way, we can at least access the Healing Church Quarters . Someone at the Cathedral might be of help . " Replied Francis, he was exasperated, yet full of hope .
Surgit looked at Karla, that woman had always underestimated him . He hated that, and his pride had spoken too fast earlier when he revealed his identity . In retrospect, he regretted admitting going through blood ministration . "Catch!" Karla had thrown something towards him . She was searching the beast's body and had found something . He caught the item and while looking at it, a sharp pain shot through his brain . He held his head with both hands let out a painful cry .
He opened his eyes and found Karla and Francis looking at him . "Are you alright weakling?" said Karla in a sarcastic tone . He got up, fighting the headache he had . "What was that thing you threw at me? Were you trying to kill me?" He was shouting angrily at Karla . She had her hand on her sword's pommel and he was ready to strike with his own cleaver at any time . It was high time he taught this arrogant woman a lesson . "You're still holding onto whatever she threw at you" said Francis in a calm voice . He was indeed holding it in his left arm . He looked at the bizarre item . It was a pendant of some sort . His head was still throbbing and he felt like he could faint at any moment . "It looks like a miniature sword" said Surgit as he inspected the item . He gave it to Francis . The man had more knowledge about artifacts as he was an avid collector . "This is a healing church relic" he started, "I've seen an illustration somewhere on the books I had on the ship . I remember it had something to do with the church . " He was definitely puzzled as he looked at the item . "What was it doing with a beast then?" asked Karla, she was as intrigued as the others . "I don't think we'll find out by standing idly here" said Francis as he handed the pendant back to Surgit, albeit with reluctance .
Chapter end
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