Although Blake didn’t say anything when faced with the accusation of working together with the Howlers, he nevertheless began feeling slightly concerned. True or not, but if rumours started spreading that there was some type of connection between the two, things were bound to become difficult for him and the gang. Normal gangs might ignore it, but higher tier gangs, perhaps even the Kings might become interested in finding out if there was some truth to that, and Gary and co were definitely not ready for that.
Even worse, the Altered Hunters might also send their men to find out what led to those rumours, and start questioning Blake. Should they find out about Gary and other gang members being Werewolves, it also wouldn’t end well for them.
‘I guess this just means that I can’t let him live, not that I was planning on that in the first place!” Blake thought to himself as he threw his black leather jacket toward the Altered. His opponent sliced it up, but through the large cuts he could see the red blades coming towards him again.
“It seems my words have made you a little angry!” The Altered swung its large arms that seemed to extend slightly giving it more momentum and the balded part of the arm swung out like a whip. It hit the two red swords and threw Blake off balance for once as it had overpowered him. Seeing another swing from the Altered, he ducked under the blow and pulled back slightly.
Now Blake could be seen standing there, he still had his mask on, but his bare arms could be seen down to the elbow. From there, his thick black gloves covered his hands.
With this, it allowed something to be seen on his shoulder.
“A 1-star hunter, huh? Tsk, it appears I was worried about nothing.” The Altered stated. “If the Altered Hunters really cared about those Howlers, then they would have sent a more experienced hunter here! A shame, if you were more experienced, I bet the boss would have paid a nice bonus for your head.”
The Altered was the one to charge in this time, and it swung its bladed arm around, but mid swing one of its double joint arms seemed to extend slightly. It now looked like he had four different sections of his arms, as if he had two forearms.
Blake swung his sword hitting the arm, but had not one of the hard round joints, and the balded part continued to swing in a different direction as if it had a full range of motion like a ball joint.
The bladed part of the Altered was going straight for his forearm. It cut through the armoured gloves he was wearing and went through his skin, eventually hitting the bone.
‘Arghh! His blades are really sharp, and I can’t see the white lines anymore. I’m just fighting with instinct.’ Blake pulled back, before his entire arm got sliced off, but from the other side he could see the other arm swinging toward him.
He managed to barely block the hit by swinging the sword, hitting the bladed part of the Altered rather than the joint. Regardless, it looked like the Altered wasn’t stopping there as it swung its arms out one after another throwing attack after attack.
Blake quickly figured out the best way to block the attack was by hitting the bladed part and staying quite a distance away from the Altered, only there were two problems with this.
‘If I stay this far away, I can’t deal a damaging blow from this distance.’ Blake analysed his situation. ‘Then there’s the more urgent problem. My right arm is severely injured. Every time I block an attack, I feel like my bones are shattering. I don’t know how much longer I can fight in this state, when it feels any moment its going to give in and snap. I can’t block for much longer, I need an answer, a way to win this fight.’
The Altered looked to be enjoying this, it was only a matter of time, sure the Altered Hunter was blocking all his hits, but there was a difference between the two.
“You Altered Hunters are a pest, but in the end you’re only strong humans. By now, you must be getting tired, your body is getting weaker!” The Altered sneered. “You don’t need to answer, I can hear your breathing has been getting heavier even though you’ve only been fighting for a few minutes!”
It was true with each hit, Blake could feel his body getting weaker, but the words coming from the Altered made him realise something.
‘My breathing, it’s all out of control everywhere!’ Blake thought.
Usually, in a match even one of this difficulty he wouldn’t tire out this quickly, and one of the biggest teaching points to the Altered Hunters was controlling the breathing in a match.
‘I must have panicked for a few seconds without realising it. So what if he’s stronger than me? Altered Hunters aren’t stronger than Altered, never have been, that’s why Dad drilled me into learning to use the special equipment to make up the difference. Fighting as an Altered Hunter has always been about skill, and using your head!’
The first thing Blake did as he continued to block the hits was control his breathing, breathing in and out,. Letting his belly feel like one would do when they were a child breathing.
Taking deep breaths he calmed his heart, and that’s when he could see it again, the white lines in his vision that told him where best to cust.
When one of the arms came striking toward him, instead of barely blocking it with one hand, Blake stepped back, allowing it to skim his chest. It made a large cut, but he needed to be close. Then holding both the red swords in his hand, he swung them hitting the back of the bladed arms of the Altered.
As he did, the weight shifted the whole arm, and the other long limp from the Altered came swinging down hitting each other. It caused one part of the arm to slash right through its over arm, blood was spilling everywhere, and part of the balded arm was now on the floor.
With both his fists, Blake shot out several more darts that hit his opponent and began to shock his body. The Alterd couldn’t move for a second, and that’s when he could see the masked man running towards him with something strange in his hands.
Blake, was holding onto part of the Altered own arm. He rushed forward and pushed it right through the Altered’s neck, the back part of it had ripped through the palm of Blake’s hand but it wasn’t as sharp as the other side which had sliced right through the Altered’s head, causing it to fall to the floor.
A few seconds later, Blake himself fell to the floor, taking almost deep breaths. When he recovered slightly he lifted his head up, but his whole body was sore, he could see the rolling head in the hallway.
‘Another head… of all things… but at least I did it this time. I defeated this Altered all on my own.’ Blake crawled to the side, where he leant his back against the wall. ‘Sorry, Gary, but It looks like I’m out of this fight for now. I helped you out as much as I could, and I certainly paid the price, so the rest is on you.’
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