The Holy Blades

Surgit went up the stairs and found himself in another circular room. He had spotted another man in a wheelchair trying to ambush him. He disposed of him before he could even fire his gun. Once he was sure that the room was devoid of any other enemy, he took his time to look around.

The room was vast and had a high ceiling. Trick weapons were hung from it and it reminded him of the hunters' workshop back at the dream. The place must be the church workshop Gehrman had spoken of.

The floor had tiles on it, darkened by years of neglect. He noticed that he didn't explore the floor below and went down to see if he had missed anything. The room was similar to the one above it. Trick weapons were hung on the ceiling and the floor was dirty and unkempt.

He noticed though that there was a metallic bar on the floor which barred access downwards. He looked for a lever that could allow him to open the trap door but he couldn't find anything. So he went back up to the second floor.

The stairs stopped at that level and Surgit had only one way to go to, the balcony where the snipers who ambushed him were. He was pretty sure that they haven't seen him run past the bridge and he wanted to surprise them. 'Revenge is a dish served cold. I'm not waiting for it to get cold, I'll show these two snipers what a hunter can really do.'

He took the wheelchair, on which the old man he disposed of sat, and pushed it towards the door. As he reached the door, the dim rays that came from the faint light of the rising moon was obscured by a gigantic figure. A troll holding a big brick on his hand was barring his way.

Surgit jumped backwards 'change of plans! I didn't see this one coming.' The troll charged at him, brandishing his brick in the air as if it were a sword. Once the troll brought his arm down to strike at Surgit, he shot him with his gun staggering him.

With a visceral attack, Surgit destroyed the troll's insides and left him on the ground, bloody and immobile. He was certain that the snipers had heard his gun shot and would be expecting someone to come out of the door. He kicked the wheelchair out onto the balcony and turned it towards the snipers position with his feet.

He was leaning behind a wall and snuck a peak to make sure that the snipers were indeed in the position he assumed they would be in. A shot almost took his eye out. They were definitely waiting for him to show up. He took his gun and shot the device on the mini-gun, breaking it and unleashing hell on the ones who were trying to ambush him. He got out as soon as the bullets started being fired and pushed the wheelchair, looking for the snipers who were trying to get behind cover.

The balcony went around the whole floor, as if hugging the tower. And the snipers were trying to get behind the wheelchair in order to have a better shot at Surgit. He didn't give them any time to do so though, as he followed them and filled them with bullets as they tried to run away. He shot again the device and broke the chain that delivered bullets into the mini-gun.

Silence settled in and Surgit was faced with a clearer view over Yharnam. The city expanded more than he imagined. Central Yharnam and the Cathedral Ward were but parts of the city that expanded beyond the horizon. Surgit could see water in the distance, in the northern part of the city.

The blood minister must have dragged him a long way from the port to Iosefka's clinic. He didn't want to think about those memories any further. Instead he headed towards a ladder he had seen while chasing the two snipers. He went up and found himself in another floor, similar to the two below it. This time, as he entered the circular room, two men on wheelchairs approached him quickly trying to attack him.

He killed the first and jumped backwards as fire almost engulfed him whole. They had flame throwers and he almost got killed in an agonizing way. He disposed of the other man and turned to look at them. He thought he had seen something unusual about them and he was right.

The old men with mini-guns wore straw hats or nothing at all on their heads while those two were wearing plague doctors masks. He inspected them with his insight and got the message 'Wheelchair huntsmen'. "This is no fun, I thought you were something new" he commented as he looked, disappointed, at the corpses.

He looked around the room and saw that this one had an additional corridor. At the end of the passageway, Surgit saw a door and made for it. He tried to open it but to no avail. He pushed and kicked and tried to force it open, no results. '

Locked' even his insight had to budge in and let him know that there was no way for him to open it. He walked back towards the balcony and noticed a chest he hadn't seen before. He opened it and found a pendent: 'Radiant sword hunter badge: one of the badges crafter by the healing church. The radiant sword indicates the heirs to the will of Ludwig. These hunters, also known as Holy Blades, are what remain of an ancient line of heroes that date back to a very early age of honor and chivalry.'

Surgit's insight had kicked in before he even thought of activating it. 'I guess my insight is improving then, it's triggered without my need for willing it to activate.' He thought as he contemplated the badge. He closed his eyes and inspected his status using his supernatural sight.

Name: Surgit

Insight level: Eye Can See

Strength: Waste of Skin (3)

Skill: Skillful (3)

Bloodtinge: Blood Hungry (1)

Arcane: Blind (1)