The Bloodmoon Gang had set up a perimeter around the entrance, their weapons ready. It seemed they would not let their prey slip away so easily.
Brenda gritted her teeth and readied her lightning ryms, ready to take on the attackers again. But Sid put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her before she could move.
"We can't take them head-on," he said, his voice low and urgent. "There are too many of them. We need to find another way out."
Bas nodded in agreement, scanning the area for any other possible exits. But it seemed that the Bloodmoon Gang had thought of everything; there was no way out.
Suddenly, a bullet whizzed past Bas's head, narrowly missing him. He ducked down behind a nearby dumpster, clutching his weapon tightly.
"We need to think of something fast," he said, his voice urgent. "We can't stay here for long."
Sid nodded, his eyes scanning the area for any weakness in the perimeter. But it seemed that the Bloodmoon Gang had thought of everything; there was no way out. Brenda's mind worked furiously, trying to find a way out of their current situation. Suddenly, an idea struck her. She turned to Bas and Sid, a determined look on her face.
"I have an idea," she said. "But it's risky."
Bas and Sid looked at her, their eyes filled with concern. But they knew that there was no other way out.
"What is it?" Bas asked, his voice low and urgent.
Brenda took a deep breath and looked at Beverly, who smiled and nodded in response. Before she could explain, the group heard a loud bellow echo of the walls.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING MOVE OR ElSE WE'RE LETTING ROUNDS GO!"
A dozen Bloodmoon Gang mercenaries had surrounded them, their weapons drawn and ready for battle. The hunters were outnumbered and outmatched, and they knew it. Brenda stepped forward, her hands crackling with lightning.
"Back off," she warned, her voice low and dangerous. "We won't hesitate to fight back."
The mercenaries laughed, their faces twisted with malice. "Do you think you can take us all on?" one of them sneered.
Sid stepped forward, his fists clenched. "We don't want to fight," he said, calm and measured. "Just let us go, and we'll forget this ever happened."
The mercenaries laughed again, closing in on the hunters. The sound of their weapons clanging together echoed through the night air.
Bas gritted his teeth, ready for whatever was to come. He knew they were in for a tough fight, but he was determined to get out of it alive.
Suddenly, Beverly appeared from the shadows, wielding a pair of katanas. Sheets of purple ice danced in her wake.
The mercenaries turned to face the woman, their faces filled with fear.
"Leave them alone," She said, her voice low and deadly. "Or face the consequences."
The mercenaries hesitated for a moment, their weapons wavering. But then, as if by a silent agreement, they all lunged forward at once. The hunters fought back with all their might, their weapons flashing in the moonlight. The battle was fierce and chaotic, with weapons clashing and blood flowing freely.
Beverly and Sid joined forces to unleash a hell of blades and ice, making short work of these mercenaries. A blood moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie red glow over the city. It was a rare occurrence, happening only once every few years. But tonight, it seemed like a bad omen, a sign of the violence and chaos to come.
"Where can we find him?" Bas asked after the mercenaries fell, his expression dark.
Brenda shivered, her eyes fixed on the moon.
"I've heard stories about blood moons," she said softly. "They say it brings out the worst in people. This merciless technique is the Bloodmoon Gang's claim to fame."
Sid glanced at her, his expression grim.
"I'm afraid those stories are true," he said. The blood moon was a natural consequence of using certain forbidden spells. "The Bloodmoon Gang will be out in full force tonight. We need to stay alert and stay together. The Stratus are hiding where it's safe. Their base."
Bas licked his lips nervously as he scanned the streets, alert for any hint of danger. Every muscle in his body was tense and on edge; the Bloodmoon Gang could be stalking them at any moment. He tightened his grip on his weapon, ready to pop off at a fraction of a second's notice. His comrades followed suit, their movements calculated and silent as they moved into darkness.
On the way, Bas became acquainted with Nala Silverstar, a Hunter Society Envoy for the Meltoni Family of Trenk. She was short and only about 160 centimeters in height - but it only accentuated her curves and assets. Her pink skin complimented every detail of her body, making her appear even more captivating.
The general, Beverly, and Sir Walther all set out to their respective stations in the city. Nala and Sydney decided to stay and help Bas resolve this issue. One felt he owed the brat a favor, while the other found him fascinating.
Finally, they reached their destination: a rundown warehouse on the city's outskirts. It was a known hideout of the Bloodmoon Gang and was said to be heavily guarded. Sid informed Bas that the leader of the Bloodmoon Gang was none other than Edgar Stratus.
If they were lucky, the man and his nephew would be present. The group moved forward, their weapons at the ready. As they approached the entrance, a group of Bloodmoon Gang members stepped out from the shadows, their weapons glinting menacingly in the dim light.
"Well, well, well," one of them sneered. "What do we have here?"
Bas didn't answer. His eyes focused on the group in front of him. He could feel his ryms pulsing, urging him to fight.
Without another word, the mercenaries lunged forward, their weapons slashing through the air. Bas and his companions met them head-on, their blades clashing in a symphony of metal and blood. A silver fire raged and engulfed the mercenaries.
Seeing this, Bas was thrilled. He used his kinetic senses to draw upon the truth of fire, attracting some silver fire to coat his blades as he struck out furiously.
'Pyromancy! This Bazzy is a pyromancer's apprentice?' Seeing Bas' feat, Nala was stunned.
Only pyromancers could manipulate the fire ryms of another so simply. Those who utilized fire ryms were helpless in the face of a powerful pyromancer. Nala felt a rym seed that released dark power from Bas, not fire power. How could he be a pyromancer?
Regardless, this guy would eventually grow to be her bane. Good thing they were fighting side by side.
Bas's heart raced as he approached the warehouse, his senses on high alert. Nala walked beside him, her silver fire ryms shimmering in the moonlight. They could hear the sounds of shouting and laughter coming from within the building, and Bas knew they needed to be careful to make it out alive.
Sid advanced to the door alone, checking if anyone inside had noticed the commotion. He suddenly fell back into pace with his partners, who were a few yards behind.
As they approached the entrance, a group of Bloodmoon Gang members stepped out, heavy firearms in hand. Bas unsheathed his blade, the dark and fiery scales on his physique flickering in and out of existence.
Nala stepped forward, her silver fire ryms blazing. The Bloodmoon Gang members hesitated momentarily, unsure of what to do. They just came outside to check the noise. Who expected five powerful hunters to be on the opposite side?