Blood pumping, Ether Surging, Hitryel kicked away another smoking bastard claiming to be a bounty hunter, smashing him through a cracked wall into a retail store. These were special kinds of criminals; not preying on the Beasts for which other Volants had came to Welkis, but preying on the Volants themselves.
'Pathetic,' he thought. 'All of you… Just pathetic!'
Hitryel exhaled, eyes rolling side to side, examining the tiniest of movements made by the two remaining hunters. They both wielded a weapon, the one wearing a tank top had a metal bat, the other wearing a helmet and a vest had a hammer.
He had moved quite far from the spot where he'd met Joysaleen. By now, she must've reunited with Ryuzio—
