Bloodborne 12 Werewolf Down

His morale took a hit. What would happen if he kills it this time? Would it come back to life and attack him again? There was only one way to find out. It hadn't noticed him yet so he decided to be the first one to strike. With his saw in hand, he ran towards the beast and as it turned around to look at him he struck at its head. The beast retaliated with a swing of its arm. Surgit dodged to the right and cut its left hind leg. The beast was in agony and blood flowed from the injury. It tried to attack again in its pain and fury, but Surgit could see through its attacks and dodged them all easily. He tore down its second leg and an arm. He enjoyed this vengeful feeling as he swung at the beast numerous times until it lay motionless.

He was panting and feeling his heart pounding heavily against his chest. He had managed to slice this beast open with less effort than antic.i.p.ated. The resulting adrenaline rush from this victorious encounter had left him smiling but grasping for breath. He hadn't felt this way in a very long time. He was soaked with blood, and satisfied. He felt stronger. The blood ministration cured him and gave him new powers. He was wondering if the beast would ever come back to life so he waited.

The formerly dark room was now lit and Surgit could see more details about it that he had omitted. He saw lanterns that hung on the walls, most of them were extinguished except for the one close to the exit door. The room was large and had railings on what appeared to be the second floor. As he suspected, experiments or medical procedures used to take place in there. People used to also observe what was happening at the floor where he stood from above. He still didn't know if this was a research facility or a hospital. He decided to go out and inspect the area in order to get more information. The werewolf wasn't coming back. "Now to get my revenge on the axe wielding man" he said as he made his way towards the exit door.

The door was closed as he left it the last time when he escaped the werewolf. He p.r.i.c.ked his ears to make sure that nothing was awaiting him at the other end and opened the door carefully. A cool breeze brushed against his face as he walked outside. He could see that the area outside used to be a well-kept garden. Only at that moment, plants seemed to be dying and only a grayish color remained on some of the bushes around. Contemplating the garden would come later though as Surgit noticed a movement on his far right. The axe wielding man had spotted him and began his approach. Surgit felt his heart pounding again in antic.i.p.ation of the upcoming confrontation. He didn't know why the man wanted him dead, all he knew is that he needed to defend himself.