Judge, Jury, Executioner
- Character Sheet
Check your clip.
Seven more bullets.
What the fuck. Fryga was sure one of those bullets had gone straight into the woman's chest, and the others through the stomach. There was plenty of blood, but no body in sight amidst the stacked crates, pallets, and metalwork. There was simply no way a human could survive this long with such injuries. But what she was hunting was not human.
A blankbody, or so Ben had called them; blood-sucking demons who feared the sun. He'd told her to stay away from those. They were too strong for her to hunt on her own, but Fryga knew her limits, and throwing oneself into the fire was the best way to temper a blade. Even so, realizing three of her bullets had ostensibly done no damage did place a tinge of doubt in her mind. Doubt would do her no good, so she pushed it away as best she could, and gave chase.
The building where the hunt took place was a large warehouse by the docks. The intel had come from the local forces, when the call of an alarmed witness reported the murder of a druggy just half a mile away. Fryga had arrived first, took statements off the witness, though realized something was woefully wrong. The witness appeared to be a young woman made-up and dressed for a night out (and not one at the Docks), entirely without shock despite having witnessed a murder. The hunger with which she was eyeing Fryga up suggested she had more plans than just giving her statements, too.
The witness' panic only showed when Fryga activated her Hunter's senses, and saw the corruption brewing within the immortal coil before her. No doubt the blankbody presumed her to be an experienced Hunter, and possibly not alone. A fortunate thing for Fryga.
Less fortunate was the fact Fryga couldn't discern much more about the woman. The blankbody was fast, and had bolted straight away, weaving through a maze of containers and dipping into the warehouse. Fryga had only managed to follow her by the trail of blood the blankbody had left behind. It was eerily quiet when she rounded a corner of stacked boxes. Her heartbeat was deafening.