I raised my fists. Hand to hand combat was something I also knew. While it was a last resort, I still could fight. I started to wave my head. Create a rhythm. Move and don't be an immobile target. I should find a way to avoid its attacks and pull a knife from one of the bodies. I dodged a claw swipe by leaning back and countered by smashing my fist against its nose-snot? While I didn't expected it to do damage, blood poured from its nostrils. They were weakest off the all werewolves I faced. Good. I dodged swipes and bites while hammering it with my fists. As I kept attacked, I felt myself getting sharper. It kept falling back and I kept punching and kicking it. At the beginning it was the attacker. Now our roles were reversed.
"You can't regenerate."
Blood kept pouring from its mouth and nose. If I knew that they couldn't regenerate, I wouldn't go so hard on others to put down. I wasted energy and time to make sure they wouldn't just put their head back like him. Since it was pushed back, I managed to pull a knife. Stabbing it at the throat, I severed it. Its blood covered my body. Despite that, I didn't felt excited. Their blood disgusted me. I collected my knives and pulled my sword out of the corpse. Putting the sword in my shoulder, I walked slowly. Hunters finally were here.
"Hey, you! Are you okay? Do you need medical care?"
A familiar voice called out to me. I sighed. I met with her very frequently .Because of that first I was suprised how Ayla couldn't recognize me but then I realized that it was nearly full darkness.
"Ah, fuck!"
I did it again. I couldn't calibrate my vision enough and saw her naked. This power is trouble sometimes.
"Sir? Why are you here? Is it your blood? Should I?"
"That's okay. I was here for something. Rushed when I heard screaming. Do we have enough man?"
"Yes! Kızıl Elma is here."
Kızıl Elma. One of Turkey's top guild. Their reaction was fast.
"I am okay. You go first. I will be resting a little."
"Is it okay?"
"I already secured here. 5 minutes. I will join the combat in 5 minutes."
Ayla left. She probably understood that I was hiding something yet she still trusted me.
"Edward. What the fuck is happening?"
I asked the shadow behind me.
"You finally detected me."
I wasn't able to detect him when he sneaked at me before. This was a first. Despite that:
"We don't have a time for this. Is this his doing?"
"I will be looking at that. I won't join the subjugation. You and local hunters are already enough. But if he is here, we have bigger problems. I have to find and kill him."
I nodded before we split up. While I didn't know how strong Wolfgang actually were, I didn't liked the face Edward made during our short talk. I didn't know how werewolf ranking worked. Despite that, I could guess that Wolfgang was a high rank.
"Be safe, Edward."
I caught up to other hunters. This place looked like hell. Countless werewolves poured out of a red dungeon gate.
"Red?"
A red gate meant an unstable dungeon. It had two choices: Vanish or occupy. I really wished it would just vanish. It was the best option. If it occupied, then we would be fucked. A dungeon occupation meant that land here would be changed and replaced by dungeons inside. It was a pain in the ass.
"Hey! Who are you!"
One of the hunters holding a mace called out.
"Burak Sarı. D rank Sharpshooter."
"Sharpshooter?"
He said as he looked the sword I was holding. Before he could ask more, a werewolf leaped towards him. Before it could bite him, my sword pierced its heart.
"Line is being broken."
It was normal that hunters take a defensive formation. However, I could see that formation being broken. I grabbed the mace and lifted him up.
"Where is your superior!"
He looked shocked. I smacked him.
"Come to yourself hunter! You are at a battlefield. There are civilians behind us! We cannot let them pass!"
Despite me only talking to him, I heard several yellings.
"We are proud hunters!"
"Hold the line! Protect people!"
Was my voice that loud? In this kind of chaotic battlefield, where everyone screamed orders, did my voice reached to others?
(Charisma E is acquired.)
What? A skill? Despite it being lowest rank possible I felt happy.
"Screw it. I can see him."
The highest rank in here. He was B rank, I believe. He was in middle of defensive line. He was fighting against… A fucking hobgoblin?
"What the fuck?"
A B rank not being able to stomp a hobgoblin? I knew D ranks that can kill a hobgoblin one on one. What was this…
"So that's it."
I saw B rank slashing hobgoblins chest. Wound was closed in an instant. At that moment I remembered the times I looked at the werewolves I killed. Smaller. Weaker.
"They were goblins."
More accurately goblins turned into werewolves. Edward told me that vampires can't turn but he never said anything about other monsters. This hobgoblin was a werewolf in its "human" form.
"It is different."
Not all beings could be transformed. They may but they will be weaker. With lower intelligence. Imperfect and unstable transformations. This one was like me. A turned that was able to transformed perfectly. My hand automatically went to my missing eye.
"Maybe even better than me."
I rushed. I cut down werewolves that come in my way. While I moved towards hobgoblin, I was also looking for Ayla. While I could see the entire battlefield, it wasn't easy to find one , specific person. Despite that, I found her. A hunter that could use mana. A hunter I worked before. A hunter I could trust.
"Ayla, come with me! That hobgoblin! It is the boss! We are going to kill it!"