Surgit turned away from the dead old man and walked around the room, trying to find anything that could be of use to him. He found a box full of quicksilver bullets that could come in handy for him in time of need. He filled his pocket with bullets and made a mental note to come back there anytime he was short on ammunition.

He saw a chest under a large window that gave a nice view over Yharnam. Surgit realized how high he had climbed when he saw the tall buildings below, between which he walked before. The structures looked small from where he stood.

He opened the chest and found a piece of cloth on which a strange inscription was embroidered. Feeling that it could be an important item, he inspected it with his insight. ‘Communion: a secret symbol left by Caryll, runesmith of Byrgenwerth. This rune represents the Healing Church and its ministers. Blood ministration is, of course, the pursuit of communion.’ Surgit remembered seeing something related to runes at the hunter’s workshop.

Those must be the symbols that one can engrave within their minds. He also knew that he needed a special item in order to use them, but he had no idea where to find said item. He kept the cloth and left the room by going through the second door which led outside.

He was standing on a bridge that led from the uppermost part of Oedon Chapel towards an even taller tower. Surgit looked up and observed the majesty of the tower that displayed itself to him. The top floor of the building was four stories above where he stood. Surgit could see through the railings of the bridge. He noticed that the base of the building was concealed deep down in the darkness.

Surgit heard two shots in the distance then felt the bullets penetrate his chest. He rolled backwards despite the intense pain and hid inside the room where he previously fought the old man in the wheelchair.

He leaned on a wall and fumbled quickly in his blood vials pocket, took one out and injected himself with it. The bullets that were previously embedded in his chest were thrown out and his muscle tissue was renewed. ‘Freaking snipers; I should’ve known better!’ He peered into the tower and saw two gunmen watching him, aiming at the door.

He was spotted and there was no way for him to avoid a confrontation at that moment. From within the tower, Surgit saw a huntsman coming out to inspect the source of the noise. One of the gunmen pointed towards the door and emitted a sound which was close to a growl. The huntsman ran towards the room, sword in hand.

Surgit then ran towards the wheelchair and waited for his enemy to get inside. ‘Time to pay you back with your own tools.’ As soon as the huntsman got inside, Surgit activated the device and watched as the man had numerous holes made into his body. The huntsman, after struggling with the barrage of bullets that completely destroyed him, fell to the ground.

Surgit then adjusted the mini-gun to point upwards and pushed the wheelchair towards the door. He crouched and hid behind the chair and activated the device. Once the bullets started firing towards the two gunmen, they evaded and hid behind some pillars by the large balcony on that floor.

Surgit then ran as fast as he could and crossed the bridge before the two could know what happened. He was standing on the floor underneath them and observing the room he was about to enter. The snipers had no clear shot at him. He could plan his next move slowly.

Two huntsmen were standing side by side, facing the wall and exposing their back to Surgit. ‘This is odd. They don’t seem to have heard the commotion outside.’ Surgit saw it as an opportunity to strike first and entered the room.

As he got ready to go for the attack, he saw that he was surrounded by four other huntsmen who concealed themselves. “Oho, you think you’re being smart. I’ll show you smart!” He shouted in frustration, he’d fallen for another obvious trap. The two who were facing the wall turned towards him. He swore he’d seen a smile on their face.

The room in which he found himself was circular and had serpentine stairs that led upwards. On the stairs, another sniper was aiming at Surgit. The hunter dodged the bullet aimed at him in the nick of time.

For an outsider watching the fight, he would’ve seen a shadow moving so fast while the bodies surrounding it fell one after the other. Surgit knew that his speed was his biggest asset in that situation.

Dodging the bullet was a lucky strike, or perhaps a reflex he picked up during the numerous ambushes he’d been a victim of. He rushed towards the first two who were facing the wall. They were the furthest enemies from where he stood.

Running towards them would mean that he’d be able to put some distance between him and the others trying to ambush him. He ran fast and got in between the two unsuspecting huntsmen. His speed had become far greater than before and to these ‘normal’ enemies.

He closed the distance between him and them before they could even realize what happened. He cut the first one open from the chest. His saw went through like a knife cutting through butter. The improvements he had made into his saw cleaver had made his attacks even bloodier and more effective.

With a second swing from his weapon towards the other huntsman’s head, he cut it off. Surgit turned back towards the other four who hadn’t even started following him. He jumped to the side as another bullet hit the hard floor and rushed towards his remaining foes. He used his speed to slide on the floor as a sword was thrust towards his face.

Surgit swung with his cleaver, elongating it in the process. The huntsman got his leg cut down and fell to the ground. Another one slammed at Surgit with his pitchfork. Surgit rolled to the side, in the direction of the amputated huntsman.

He slammed his weapon on his chest and used the impact to lean on the weapon and stand up quickly. Then he swung his weapon violently while performing a 360 turn towards the other enemies and cut them down in one swoop.

He shortened his weapon and brought it to his face as a bullet hit the saw and ricocheted to the ground. He ran up the stairs and tackled the sniper from below, flipping the poor huntsman behind him before turning around and slamming his weapon at him, smashing him into the hard stairs.

His heart was beating fast. He loved the adrenaline that came after defeating a horde of enemies. He had become more skilled at fighting off groups of enemies and he enjoyed slaughtering them while being showered in their blood. ‘Moments ago I was feeling bad for the afflicted people in this city and worrying about Karla and now I’m enjoying this blood bath. I think this city can really turn people into mad killing machines.’