Hunters?

"Ha! Ha!"

Suddenly, a low mocking chuckle resonated from the shadows. Ten figures emerged, their predatory eyes gleaming with hunger. Cloaked in dark attire that included tailored pants, tunics, and vests in various shades of black, they concealed their true natures behind a human veneer. Crystal-enhanced Goggles of Nightvision adorned their faces. Gracefully encircling Chase, they formed a malevolent barrier, a wall of menace and death.

'What are these guys?' Chase thought sensed an overwhelming presence from these enigmatic figures. Their arsenal included Silver-Edged Daggers, crossbows armed with stakes, and gauntlets bearing deadly claws.

"For a dhampir, he conceals his presence well," remarked one of the figures, his tone intrigued.

"Ha, Ha, but he still fell into our trap," boasted another, his arrogance evident.

"Now, let's finish him and return to the boss," ordered yet another, a tone of command in his voice.

The battle erupted in a blur of motion. Chase's spear whirled through the air, His strikes were precise and calculated, finding their marks with unerring accuracy. Yet, despite his agility, the sheer number of adversaries proved overwhelming, he felt that the strength of the figures displaying uncanny agility and strength.

The figure countered with supernatural swiftness. Chase's spear deflected their attacks, but the struggle grew more intense with every passing second.

A figure drew near Chase. Swiftly, putting his spear behind his back'Frenzied Avalanche Kick' using his fury energy propelling a high-speed kick into the figure's head, ending their life with a powerful blow.

"What kind of energy is that?" one of the figures exclaimed in astonishment.

"Focus!"

Claws extended from the gauntlets of another figure, immobilizing Chase from behind. Another figure fired a crossbow, embedding a stake into Chase's torso. An excruciating burning pain radiated from the wound, Chase quickly pulled himself off the grip of the claws and pulled out the wooden white stake examining it wondering why this simple stake could hurt him, then realized the hole the made refusing to heal.

"For someone with one arm, you're remarkably strong in your human form," said one of the figures, a blend of mock and praise in their voice.

'I guess it's time to try this new sword' Chase thought pulling the sword of radiance out of this inventory The blade emitted a brilliant yellow glow, in the moonlight of the alleyway' There is no sunlight but I still feel some sun inside of it' he thought feeling the strong sunlight in the sword like it has been stored.

Chase got into his sword stance 'Luminous Strike' radiant sword technique. The blade emitted a brilliant yellow glow, cleaving through a figure with blinding intensity.

"A sword like that should never belong to evil creatures," remarked one of the figures.

Within the tavern, Arachnia glimpsed the luminous glow of Chase's sword, She pondered investigating but hesitated, reluctant to leave in Chase's absence.

Back in the alley, Chase activated 'Eternal Dawn,' enhancing his vitality and stamina. He faced the onslaught of figures with relentless determination. The sound of metal clashing filled the air as Chase countered their attacks with a graceful combat dance.

As the skirmish raged on, Chase's breaths grew ragged, and his movements began to slow. A fierce blow off the figure dagger struck his side, multiple claw across his body, and multiple holes, he a gasp of pain escaped his lips. Blood oozed from a wound on his arm, a grim reminder of the figures' relentless assault.

Desperation flickered in his eyes, and a surge of vampiric energy coursed through him. His veins pulsed with crimson fire, and his vampiric eye glowed with inner intensity, as his nail grew into claw and his canines grew into fangs.

A primal growl erupted as Chase lunged at the figures with renewed vigor. His blows were devastating, a fusion of vampiric power and unyielding determination. The figures faltered, their facade crumbling before Chase's vampiric prowess.

With unmatched speed, Chase used his claws impaling a figure through the eyes, ending their existence. The tide turned, and Chase's strength surged, visibly amplified.

"What? His strength increased tenfold! even for a dhampir" one of the figures exclaimed in disbelief.

"Wha..." Another figure was about to talk but was cut off by Chase ripping out there throat with blood spraying into the air onto Chase's face making him look more terrifying.

One by one, the figures fell, their bodies crumpling to the ground in lifeless heaps. The alleyway was stained with their dark blood, a testament to the harrowing struggle that had taken place there. Panting heavily, Chase stood amidst the aftermath of the battle, his vampiric form slowly receding.

As the last echo of the battle subsided, Chase's knees buckled, and he sank to the cold ground. His breathing was labored, and his wounds throbbed with agony. The adrenaline that had sustained him began to fade away, leaving behind an overwhelming sense of exhaustion and pain.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Chase leaned against the alley wall, his chest heaving. He gazed at the moonless sky above, his mind a swirl of conflicting emotions.

In the midst of the aftermath, a stranger entered the alleyway, drawn by the remnants of the battle. A scream nearly escaped him, but Chase intervened covering his mouth and bitting in his neck, quickly sucking his blood, some of Chase's wound started healing but because his wound was too serious his wound still kept bleeding, stopping him from sucking the man dry, Chase started to think of what he should do with the man and the dead bodies.

Chase decided to try his hypnosis on the man to try to change what he just saw, looking into the terrified man's eyes, Chase's eyes flashed a red glow he felt a connection in his mind to the man whose eye became white like a dead fish without a soul"I want you to forget of what transpired here. When you resume your activities, make sure to tend to your injuries discreetly," he instructed before sensing his connection with the man dissolve.

Releasing the man's mouth, he turned around with a gradual and unsteady motion. Void of emotion, he began to walk away from the alley, his steps wavering. As he disappeared from sight, Chase leaned against the wall, his energy drained. The exertion of using hypnosis for the first time weighed heavily on him, leaving him concerned that he could have pushed too far and damaged the man's mind.

Glancing towards the path the man had taken, a recollection struck Chase. "Wait! I must admit, I forgot to inform him how he sustained those injuries in case someone question," he muttered irritably, vexed by his oversight, what he didn't know was that he changed that man's life for the better or worse.

"For a half-breed, you managed to survive against a group of hunters," a mysterious voice resonated down the alleyway, imbued with curiosity and intrigue.