“Oh no… I refuse to die to these bastards” He held the fork’s handle with his right arm in order to immobilize the man and shot him twice. The man fell down and, detaching the fork from his ribs, Surgit threw it at one of the approaching beasts.

He was then surrounded by eight more men. He could hear the footsteps of the snipers approaching. They were the only remaining enemies to kill. He felt his power fading away. His new body still had its limits but he needed to carry on. He wasn’t going to succumb to these enemies. As the men made to attack him, Surgit held his ground and, seeing through all the attacks, managed to dodge and counter attack. With six swings he had cut down six enemies. Only two remained and were still coming at him. They didn’t show any sign of fear or hesitation. They seemed keen on killing him he could feel their rage and see their baring fangs. They were humans no more. Devoid of emotions, their sole purpose had become to kill and see blood. With one swing of his elongated cleaver, Surgit cut their heads off and fell to the ground. He could hear more footsteps approaching him. He was lying down next to the carriage. It had provided him with good cover from the snipers who appeared to be moving to a better place or even towards him to finish him off. Two more men appeared in front of him “BAM! BAM!” with two shots he managed to get rid of them. He had no more power to stand up and he could feel his eyes getting heavier. “Just a few more minutes….” He said to himself. Four men appeared in front of him, he could see the two snipers on top of a stagecoach parked opposite him. It looked like an execution. “Maybe that’s what happened to all hunters around here” he thought to himself as one of the swordsmen approached. He could see the sniper aligning a shot in the distance. With his right leg, Surgit managed to trip the swordsman and used him as a shield. The shot landed nicely on his chest and the man fell on top of him.

As he struggled to stand up, he heard two more shots, and the men who were trying to execute him started falling like flies. The snipers had shot the men. Were they trying to help him all along? He felt a survival surge inside of him and he ducked to the right the moment as a bullet hit the wall behind him. They had just missed their shots and killed their friends then. He took his pistol to aim a shot at the last standing man in front of him. “Click, click” he was out of ammo. He rolled to the side just in time as the axe had hit the ground. With one swing he cut the man’s legs and used him as a shield to protect himself from the snipers’ shots. He was now trapped. His body felt heavy and his leg hurt even more. He suddenly remembered, as one remembers important things during dire circumstances. He fumbled in his pocket until he found the vial that Iosefka had given him before. It was now or never, he injected it in his bloodstream and felt a surge of energy going through all of his body. A bullet came out of his left leg and he could see that all his injuries were healed save for some small scratches.

He got up quickly and dashed away from the snipers’ vision. He saw some stairs that led up to the rails and took them. He could see the men aiming their rifles and looking for a sign of life. He crept up behind them and struck the first one on the head, burying his saw deep inside his brain. The second one turned in shock to be punched off the stagecoach by Surgit. “So you can still feel something don’t you?” He said as he plunged at the poor beast, slicing it in half. He was soaked in blood again, his clothes but tatters and his saw slippery. But he felt alive. He managed to cheat death again thanks to that miraculous blood healing.