Bloodborne 23 To Hunt Or Face The Hunt…

Silence fell again in the square and he had now more time to look at his surroundings. The beast burning at the stake in the center looked exactly like the one that attacked him back at Iosefka's clinic. Only this one seemed bigger and scarier. Did these men kill it? If yes, he wondered at his luck surviving their attack. A noise brought him back to reality. The door under the bridge was still shaking violently. Surgit went closer to inspect it. It was a solid oaken door and the thing pounding at it from behind seemed monstrous. He heard its shout and it was like some type of troll. He went up the railings again and came to an archway beneath the bridge. He traversed it and looked to his right. A big fountain was in the middle of yet again another square. The city used to be filled with amazing gardens and beautiful views. He walked slowly, trying not to attract the attention of whatever was behind that door. He reached the fountain and looked at the source of noise. It was indeed a troll. It was holding a brick and pounding at the door incessantly. "If I'm going to face this thing after all, I'd need another one of those vials." He thought to himself as he made for the archway. He decided to pay Iosefka a visit.

As he took the serpentine street again but this time he was going down the slope, he couldn't help but notice the amount of bodies on crucifixes. What on earth had happened to this city? Where were all the hunters? The streets were full of beasts and he was the only hunter chasing them.

He reached the bottom of the slope and he was welcomed by a big iron gate. It was the same one he'd seen on his way out from the cemetery. A lever on the left allowed Surgit to open the gate and cross to the clearing where he had observed the majesty of the city and its terrifying darkness. He went inside the graveyard and made his way upstairs in the clinic. The door was still closed so he knocked on it. He heard distant footsteps approaching. "Ah it's you again" said Iosefka with evident surprise in her voice.

Damien was hiding behind the fountain when that man had emerged from beneath the archway, soaked with blood. With Paul, he watched in horror and amazement how that man had dealt with that mob. The moment they saw him hit by the bullet, they a.s.sumed that he was a goner. Seeing him emerge from behind the carriage mere minutes later, running and disposing of the only two remaining men-beasts astonished them. Since they arrived to this city, they had witnessed many miraculous feats by two people. First there was Karla, they were happy not to attack her after they saw the extent of her power. That city was beyond a doubt the place they were seeking. Monstrosities roamed the streets and although the two of them were skilled warriors, disposing of enemies as these two do required a different skillset. They knew that Karla still protected the old man and they were never going to get her on their side. However, that stranger could prove useful if they ally themselves to him. They decided to wait for him next to the fountain.