Unbecoming

“Get some, you dumbfuckers!”

Amid the battle, Timber howled. He swung his swords from left to right. The leader of the hunters showed more enthusiasm than the others. He cast his eyes at his right and saw his comrades, starting to get overwhelmed by the number of the monsters. Overlooking at the situation, Timber threw his sword behind one of them, precisely exterminating a spree walker. Even his attention is diverted, he instinctively caught the sword of a skeleton monster and in a swift decapitated its head.

Alastor saw him and made a rush, ignoring the countless monsters and hunters that are at strife. He glanced over the glistered blood whisking over the air, tainting the land.

“Hey!”

Alastor attempted to call out Timber, but the loud noise of grinding swords and the whaling sounds mixed by the wounded hunters and decapitated monsters speak louder than his voice.