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Post by shraider on Jan 7, 2016 1:04:15 GMT -6
By the time the hunter hit the streets the sun was dipping behind the tree line far in the distance. In his experience hell spawn in general slunk about at night, as did the prey he was after in particular.
With his specially tailored trench heavy with the extra weight of the weapons hidden within it, Andrew Adams made his way into the city.
This was the fifth night he was on the hunt for the tiny blonde queer and his pet bird. In the nights previous he generally was satisfied in purging the earth of any sort of mystical thing. It wasn't so much his agenda to locate the two but rather flash his face across the town. Because if those two demon fuckers WERE in town, they would come to him. He was sure they hated him as much as he did them.
Keeping his eyes sharp and hand resting casually on the shotgun that was hidden within his jacket, Andrew turned into a quieter part of the city. Towards the cemetery, if he remembered the layout of the city correctly. The last time he'd done battle with the pair it was because he'd stumbled upon their hideout within a crept while on a completely separate hunt. Perhaps god would smile down on him this night and grant him a little luck.
Turning into the open gate before a sea of headstones, Adam's peered into the unlit area from under his hat. It was later now, the sun completely gone down while he'd trekked here. But even in the low light his keen gaze fell upon prey. It was a winged cat about the size of a panther perched atop a crypt and grooming itself. "Not who I was after, but you'll do..." His accent was thick with Texan even though his voice was a low whisper.
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Post by Clyde on Jan 7, 2016 1:24:26 GMT -6
The young man leaned against the side of a mausoleum, fondling the small knife stashed in his leather jacket. He blended in well with the lengthening shadows aside from the last burning ember of a cigarette. He'd come here to relax and maybe meet up with a couple of friends, but judging by the looks of the guy who just wandered in, those plans might happen to change. The last sparks of his cigarette were scuffed into the dirt by his heavy boot.
As he waited in the shadows, observing the new guest, Clyde had hoped the guy was simply here to drop off flowers, say a couple words and be on his merry way. But something about him seemed sharper than usual, he couldn't put his finger on it until he saw the man notice the little cat that patrolled the yard. That was the look of a hunter.
He peeled himself off the wall slowly, the cloud of smoke that had surrounded him dispersed as he strolled out of the shadows.
"HEY OLD MAN" He called. His voice was sharp and rough. Not nearly as smooth as the strangers had been. The cat, startled by the sudden noise scurried off behind a nearby tombstone.
"You look just a little young to be in a graveyard yet." he grinned. "Not by much though"
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Post by shraider on Jan 7, 2016 1:49:28 GMT -6
Stopping his stride when the voice called out to him, Andrew sighed in frustration when the cat fled. Not turning to face the speaker, the hunter contemplated the words. The newcomer looked nothing more then a punk, all gangly and attitude. He would probably have harassed anyone who entered. Perhaps it was fortunate that had been him and not any other pour soul that could be intimidated or mugged. "And aren't you a little young to be out this late, boy? Do your parents know your out past your bed time?" The lilting Texan accent was even thicker when spoken above a whisper. Letting his hand slide away from the shotgun that was still concealed under the leather trench, he finally turned to the other, head down so his hat concealed the majority of his face.  "You better run home, boy. You're tamperin' in things beyond you." |
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Post by Clyde on Jan 7, 2016 2:05:09 GMT -6
"You think i'm the one tamperin'?" The boy scoffed, kicking at the dust lazily. "I saw how you were lookin' at that cat."
Once again he shoved his hand into his pocket, the weight of the folded knife comforting him. He'd be lying if he said the old man wasn't a little bit intimidating with his hat tipped low and his fancy accent, but nothing he couldn't shoo off. Old boy probably had rusty joints and worse cardio than his own. He noticed the cross hung around his neck and rolled his eyes. Should have known by the southern drawl that he was one of those.
"I was just sittin' here mindin' my own business." Clyde shrugged. "Aint gonna do anythin bad unless i've gotta. My folks know that." After a brief pause he continued with a smirk. "What about you old dog? Yer grandkiddies know you stalk graves at night?"
His hand slipped back out of his pocket, the knife still folded, silver glinting within his loosely clenched fist.
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Post by shraider on Jan 7, 2016 2:28:40 GMT -6
"That ain't no cat, boy." The hunter finally turned, tipping his head back to set a keen gaze on the young man. So he was more then just some punk, was he? That was troubling considering his defense of the creature. "And I'm stalkin' more than graves."
Andrews took a few more steps into the cemetery in the direction of the fleeing creature to test the others reaction. Although his stride was casual, his posture was one of readiness and the experience that came with years of battle. The hand that the other had quickly stuck in his pocket certainly didn't escape his notice. He had been tempted to reach for a weapon as well but instead decided that perhaps it would be in his favor to be seen as no threat.
"That thing and the others like it crawled up here straight from hell. If you can't see that then you should find yourself the nearest church and have a personal chat will our good lord."
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Post by Clyde on Jan 7, 2016 2:51:33 GMT -6
Clyde was very quiet for a grand total of about 7 seconds before breaking the silence with hearty laughter.
"You tellin' me? To get all buddy buddy with our good lord?" Again he laughed, gesturing to a patch on his shoulder depicting the words "Bad religion" over a crossed out cross. Man not only was he ugly he was too blind to tell obviously.
"Look I aint got time for this. I know damn well what lies beyond the barrier an' I think its only fair we treat em' with some respect." He spat at the ground, glaring at the heavily cloaked invader. Reminded him of family dinners he avoided like the plague, or would rather catch the plague to avoid.
Suddenly he noted the hunter strolling towards the cowering cat. Until now he'd been having a good time bothering the old geezer, but this was pushing his limits for sure. He kept eye contact as he re-positioned the knife. As the man continued, Clyde pressed the release, the metallic scrape heard easily over the hunters' gliding steps. It was obvious the man had some experience, but so did he. Like his mother always told him, go for the kneecaps.
"Back off pal." His voice firm. This had gone far enough for his tastes. The knife was clutched tightly in his hand now, knuckles going pale.
"I aint gonna start trouble, but ill sure as hell finish it."
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Post by shraider on Jan 7, 2016 3:15:06 GMT -6
Adams halted his pace at the laughter and metallic click of the blade. Although he had hoped the young man was only misguided, it seemed that he was also a fool. A fool that had taken his bait and pulled a weapon....the smallest knife he'd even seen.
"There ain't nothin' to be respected. The devil sends 'em slinking out of the dark to curse god's beautiful earth, much like you did just now." Keeping his posture poised and ready, he narrowed his gaze at the young man, looking down his nose at him. "And if you're one of them devil worshipin', new age, gay lover's, I'll smite you as quick as I'll do the demon hiding in them tombstones."
Pushing away his jacket, the old hunter unsheathed one of the two fighting blades where they were strapped at the small of his back. Smile sliding across his face, wicked and mean, he spun it expertly in his hand. He considered it a knife, yet in reality it was probably considered a small sword being almost the size of a machete. "You're in way above your head, boy. I could blast your sorry self off the face of the earth, but I'll humor you if your so keen on finishin' whatever trouble you seem to think I am.
He wasn't going to mention the fact that he was armed with more then blades. But with the size of the knife, maybe the kid would catch on, back off, and allow him to continue his righteous mission.
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Post by Clyde on Jan 7, 2016 3:41:51 GMT -6
"Jesus fuckin' christ!" The boy couldn't help but stutter, he once thought nothing was larger than his ego however this blade was a pretty good contender. Despite the chill that ran down his back he remained firm, trying to disguise the fear in his eyes as raging fires.
"Isn't there that whole thing about bein' nice to yer neighbors an' all that?" he waved the knife around a little bit, showing it off. Maybe it wasn't as large, sharp or intimidating, but perhaps he could prove that this was all he needed. That with this knife he could do just as much damage.
"I mean who are you ta say what the big guy wants anyway? You're just some greasy old drifter." He laughed nervously, flashing a grin, his upper lip quivering just slightly. A greasy old drifter. That may be all he was. One of those god complex weirdos that escapes from somewhere and grabs a knife, going around freaking people out. He seemed skilled but anyone does with a knife like that.
"These critters ain't doin' anythin' wrong just by existin', you sure as hell are goin' around kilin' em for no reason, and I sure as hell ain't gonna let you get this one." His grin stabilized and his chest puffed fueled by his cause. So what hes got a fancy knife, hes just compensating the boy thought. The fires in his eyes burned bright as he got ready to take a lunge.
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Post by shraider on Jan 7, 2016 4:39:58 GMT -6
At the loudly exclaimed curse, the hunters brow twitched, his expression darkening. "Now..." He spoke quietly, voice dangerous. "I could forgive threatening me with that pig sticker. But don't you fucking dare take the lords name in vain." Anger simmering down to something he could easier control, the hunter tipped his hat back with the tip of the knife. He was trying to decide what exactly was going through the punks head. The boy was either very, very stupid, or he was incredibly brave. But that was always how it was with kids. They wore their youth like a badge of invincibility. This one was soon to find out that wasn't the case. "Greasy drifter perhaps. But I got god on my side, no denying." The older man raised the knife to point at the other. "So try me, boy. Tell you what, you cut me with that matchstick and I leave your demon cat be."  |
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Post by Clyde on Jan 7, 2016 14:09:20 GMT -6
Clyde took a quick second to observe his opponents stance, he'd left himself wide open with his arm out in such a manner. Taking a shot wouldn't be too hard he figured, especially if he was just offering it up like that. He wasn't quite sure what that trench was made of, he couldn't tell in the dark, it looked like a heavy fabric but he didn't know how tough it was. Regardless, the fool had left the jacket open, perfectly exposing his entire torso. Old dog had no idea what he was doing.
"You want me ta knick ya? Well I guess id be usin' this pig sticker for its original intent then." he laughed. Boy he was on a roll today. "Guess we'll see if the big man's really on yer side after this then, I'm one to deny it."
Although lacking in almost everything else, he was fast and flexible, not to mention almost always fueled by some sort of charge. Today was no exception and with that, Clyde sprung at the man, aiming to stab him in the gut. Nothing too vital there, he'd be considerate enough to leave the hunter off with a warning.
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Post by shraider on Jan 7, 2016 14:28:32 GMT -6
Although he didn't look like much the boy was fast, Andrew would give him that much. But despite his speed, the lunge towards his open stance was predictable. Rather then taking the kids entire hand off like he could have, the hunter spun the blade in his hand he moved just in time to parry the blow with the dull backside of the knife.
In the dark, the hunter looked older then he was; his sun weathered skin and old clothes contributing to the over all appearance. But despite his look, Adams was just as fast as his opponent. Perhaps he wasn't as agile as the much younger man but he made up for that with experience in not only hand to hand combat but knife fighting. He was no martial artist of course, but in any sort of down to earth bar brawl he usually came out on top.
Instead of bringing his knife back over to slash at the boy, Adams instead threw his opposite fist towards the kids face.
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Post by Clyde on Jan 7, 2016 14:53:34 GMT -6
Usually he was proud of his speed, but this time the amount of momentum he'd gained prevented him from dodging the man's strike, his fist colliding with the boy's jaw. He was taken aback by the hit, staggering back a few steps but nowhere near ready to give it up. Looking up at the man, the boy caught his glare from under the brim of his hat. Clyde grimaced and decided his next move, He still clutched the knife tightly waiting for any opportunity but this time he shifted his weight and prepared to drive his heel into the hunter's knee. Get him down and then go for a stab. Run off with the cat go home to his girl and everything would be fine.
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Post by shraider on Jan 7, 2016 15:05:58 GMT -6
Pulling back from the solid blow he'd landed, the hunter's brows rose in surprise when his opponent didn't go down. "Just give up, boy." He drawled, spinning the blade in his hand. He would use it if he had to, but it was mostly meant as a scare tactic.
Adams had to give him credit when he lunged again, just as fast as before. Shifting his weight just enough to avoid the hard heel that was meant for his knee, the hunter threw an arm out to catch the knife and throw it wide before it could be brought forward. As he did so the blade sliced across his jacket sleeve, making a strange almost metallic sound but not damaging it.
In the next instant he brought up a knee towards the kids gut.
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Post by Clyde on Jan 7, 2016 16:01:42 GMT -6
"What the-" The boy was too shocked by the knife glancing off his arm to see the knee coming up. When it did hit however he buckled over for a moment, clutching the point of impact.
"Fuck you" He spat at the mans boot, before yet again springing back into action a little weaker this time, going for a hook at the hunters cheek. The boy had taken many hits before it would take a few to get him down, but this guy was tough and his spirits were dwindling.
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Post by shraider on Jan 7, 2016 16:10:38 GMT -6
Once again expecting the kid to go down, when he sprang forward the attack actually caught the hunter off guard. Accepting the solid and painful hit he moved with the momentum, using it to spin. Sidestepping in the same fluid motion he brought the blunt back of his knife down towards the back of his opponents head.
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