A strong sense of determination filled him, highlighted by a deep purple glow in his eyes that hinted at his new resolve. This moment brought clarity and hope, as he readied himself to use his weapon, prepared to face the looming danger with fresh energy and careful planning.
Tyler had two powerful skills but understood the need for caution to prevent future regrets. He felt a strong dislike for the flashy nobility and their petty disputes, thinking about how they overreacted to their own problems. The truth was, he had not yet fully tapped into either skill, and his main goal was to end the current fight.
With his focus sharpened, he aimed to use his abilities wisely, knowing that the right moment would come. He was determined to rise above the chaos around him and find a way to bring the battle to a close. The weight of his choices pressed on him, but he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
He weighed his choices carefully: the [Hellish Ember], which could turn his revolver into a weapon similar to the Doom Slayer's shotgun, though its effects and duration were unpredictable, or the [Marrow Chains], which would summon massive chains made of bone.
"fuck either I got with Doom slayer shotgun- FUCK OFF!" many arrows flew near him and some near lob his head off yike watch out fuck up wonder kid! "or I go with Chains but I don't know the fucking after effects!? for fuck sake! no old bitch couldn't just fuckin explain HUH! AHG! FUCK IT CHAINS IT IS!!"
With determination, the hunter chose to activate the [Marrow Chains]. He skillfully twirled his revolver before putting it away, standing tall with his marrow sword ready. As he unleashed the power of his selection, a bright red glow surrounded his metallic claws, and bone chains burst forth from the snowy ground, flying through the air like deadly missiles.
The air crackled with energy as the chains took flight, ready to strike. The hunter felt a surge of confidence, knowing he had made the right choice.
"lets see what these babys can do!! AHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH DIE DIE DIE DIE GET FUCKED YOU WASTED CUNTS AHAHAHAHAH" he's mentally challenged let him be omfg..
With the chains at his command, he prepared for the battle ahead, eager to unleash their power. Those unfortunate enough to be caught in their path were impaled, their lifeblood drained away, leaving behind only lifeless shells in the aftermath of the assault.
Following this initial onslaught, the hunter adeptly maneuverer his hand, guiding the spear-like chains back into the ground before redirecting them toward another cluster of foes.
As each bandit fell victim to the siphoning of their vitality, a new tally mark appeared on the Hunter's helm, prompting a satisfied smile to grace his face.
"YES, YES GET FUCKED BY MY MASSIVE FUCKING CHAINS YOU SLUTS AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH''
For those who remained unscathed, the hunter sheathed his weapon and clashed his knuckle dusters together, creating a shower of sparks. He then launched a swift and brutal assault on the unsuspecting adversaries, incapacitating them with precision from their torsos to their heads.
After leaving behind only his knuckle dusters, now stained with the evidence of his recent skirmish. With his blade now forming in hand as returning back to its default look now ever so lovely glimmering with the blood of those he had defeated, bore witness to the final remnants of delicious fucking blood that had seeped into his weaponry.
With a tone laced with irritation, he remarked on the likelihood of confronting a formidable final opponent, expressing his disdain with a sarcastic enthusiasm.
"finally done with those wankers, now time for some money oh boy! its daddy's fuckin pay day!!"
As he searched through the fallen bandits, he carefully gathered valuable items, increasing his supplies with coins, medical kits, and other lightweight essentials. When he emerged from the thick forest, the Hunter paused to survey the ground beneath the trees, his instincts sharp for any hidden archers.
The lack of visible threats made him sigh in frustration. The soft snowfall created a misleading cover for potential snipers, prompting the Hunter to take a more tactical approach in locating the hidden enemies.
He donned his helmet and activated a digital map that illuminated on the screen. Although the image was slightly unclear, it served its purpose, helping him navigate in search of hidden enemies. The Hunter's frustration was evident as he expressed his resolve to find those behind the ambush, using harsh words to convey his anger.
With a broad motion of his hands, he showed his interest in their hiding places, focusing particularly on the spot where the last attack had begun. Similar to mechanics in well-known role-playing games like Skyrim or Fallout, his helmet's display highlighted several small markers that indicated the archers' locations.
This technological edge gave him a better grasp of the battlefield, improving his strategy as he readied himself for the next stage of his hunt. The attackers had hidden themselves skilfully, using natural elements like snow and branches to blend in. Yet, their attempts were not enough to escape the keen eye of the experienced bounty hunter.
He quickly lifted his revolver and fired several shots, taking on a classic cowboy stance. Most of the men fell to the ground, injured in the snow, but one managed to escape the danger. This bandit was more skilled than the others. Even from a distance, he stayed in the hunter's view. The bounty hunter reacted fast, aiming at the fleeing bandit and firing again.
In the foggy, snowy landscape, the hunter began to chase the fallen man. From the voice he heard, it was clear the person was male, which was the only clue he had. As he moved behind a large building in the northern village, he found a small trail of blood left by the wounded bandit.
The most puzzling part was the sudden end of the trail, which provided no clues or signs about what happened to the bandit.
"the fuck he go?"
he asked himself puzzled by this enigma, the hunter raised his arm and examined his homemade device known as the pit boy. After a few moments of contemplation, he gestured upwards, revealing the miniature map and list of bounties displayed on the pit boy's screen.
[ CURRENT BOUNTIES of the Northland region ]
Highest - Oldest [ x ]
[ 1# ] - Sex hungry Bandits
[ 2# ] - Danger beast's Rankers 4
[ 3# ] - Raven's claw
[ 4# ] - The Thieves guild
[ 5# ] - Slaver's
[ 6# ] - ? ? ?
etc, etc
Positioned behind the towering northern landscape, probably a meeting place for the community, the hunter carefully examined his gear, supplies, and the digital maps showing his location. After traveling a long way from the distant southern regions to where he was now, he had crossed a significant stretch of land. Like Elden's detailed fog mapping, his mini-map and main map functioned similarly but looked like old parchment.
A man suddenly charged at him, clearly hurt and screaming in fear. He swung a large sword toward the hunter but was quickly overpowered, his head exploding into red fragments before he fell at the hunter's feet. The attacker wore extravagant clothes and had a sinister smile that suggested a hidden darkness.
Behind him stood armed guards, and a pistol was aimed straight at the hunter, stopping him in his tracks. The hunter, despite the heavy snow obscuring his vision, was puzzled by how this heavyset nobleman had approached without being noticed. Before he could think further, the nobleman spoke in a deep, distorted voice that felt threatening, even with the snowstorm swirling around them.
"You are a long way from home, boy"
the nobleman uttered with a wicked grin, his satisfaction palpable in the chilling air. Perplexed and wary, the hunter questioned the nobleman's fluency in English, a language not commonly understood by those from different realms.
In the Akame universe, grasping the common tongue was akin to deciphering a complex blend of German, Russian, and Japanese, making communication challenging for outsiders. The hunter's confusion deepened as he grappled with the implications of this unexpected encounter.
"you have to be fucking kidding this has to be the worst fucking person I had to encounter!, out of all people to appear and somehow known who I was let alone fucking English was none other then him. Second hand to the emperor, the man who slaughtered thousands and devoured everything in sight he deems unworthy."
"The Prime minister none other than Honest"
Tyler radiated intense hostility as he confronted the man in front of him, remaining calm even with a gun aimed at him. The sheer power the Minister held, capable of causing destruction with a mere motion, instilled fear in everyone nearby.
Tyler's deep-rooted animosity towards the empire grew stronger upon seeing the man face-to-face, reinforcing his determination to remain steadfast regardless of the situation.
"You're much taller in person, I see. What's a boy like you doing in these woods?" The Prime Minister, surprised by Tyler's height, tried to keep a cheerful appearance, but a wicked grin revealed his true motives. He mocked Tyler with a cruel tone.
You might be curious about how we managed to track you down and guide you deeper into this desolate town. It's a rather unfortunate tale, but the people here have a certain charm.
The hunter's presence became more menacing with each word from the minister, creating a tense atmosphere that left the spectators paralyzed, unable to step in and help.
"Before we start this entertaining display, take off your helmet, boy. I want to see your face unless..." the prime minister insisted. Tyler obeyed, revealing a face marked by a deep scar and glowing purple eyes that seemed to cut through the shadows. "Got something to say, or should I just blow your brains out?"
he's asked, his voice laced with a deadly intent, cut through the tension in the room, challenging the minister with a chilling threat. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as the confrontation between the two unfolded, setting the stage for a showdown fuelled by hatred and vengeance. The prime minister motioned forward, revealing a woman who looked battered and torn, dragging her across the snowy ground.
Her body was covered in bruises and blood, a painful sight for Tyler to witness. He couldn't help but feel confused as he looked at her, his gaze then shifting back to the minister. The minister seemed oddly pleased, taking notice of the woman's condition. Stepping back a few paces, he grabbed her hair and forcefully pulled her head back.
"Is that the metal man you were boasting about?"
he asked, causing even more harm with each passing second. However, before he could continue, the hunter dropped his helmet, leaving the minister bewildered. As the minister looked up, he was met with the hunter's blade, bringing an end to his actions.
"shut the fuck up, cunt and start talking before I slice your head clean of your shoulders."
The hunter grinned wickedly, revealing his sharp, hidden teeth. The minister erupted in laughter, raising his pistol to fire several shots aimed at the hunter's legs, chest, and arms. Tyler couldn't see the bullets coming, but he quickly used his blade to blind the minister for a moment. He then delivered a headbutt, leaving the minister in agony. Amid the turmoil, Tyler seized the woman and his helmet, sprinting toward his horse. He swiftly placed her on the horse and handed her the reins as the guardsmen and the minister closed in.
To buy the woman some time, a misty aura enveloped Tyler's metal claws as he held his blade tightly. He conjured a barrier of bone spears, some of which struck the guardsmen, draining their life force until they became mere shells of themselves.
The minister halted, nearly brushing against the lethal spikes. As snow began to fall and time slipped away, Tyler took off his coat and placed the helmet on the woman.
"We don't have much time. I don't know who you are or what he knows, but I'm buying you time. Ask the helm for a location and follow it - you'll be safe until then,"
He yelled, encouraging the horse to run by hitting its rear. The injured woman gazed at him with appreciation. Tyler grinned and turned to face his enemies, only to see the bone spears turning to dust, realizing the minister had stepped in.
"Oh, poor boy, no more Teigu. It's unfortunate to see such a weapon in the hands of evil. You could have achieved greatness in my empire, 'Hunter,' but your time is up."
The Teigu glimmered like a blazing star in the minister's grip, the remnants of Tyler's cherished weapon shattered. Furious over the loss, Tyler lunged at the minister, determined to strike him. "F-FUCK!!" he shouted as a drugged dart hit his neck, causing his vision to fade. The minister approached calmly, laughing as he punched Tyler hard in the stomach, breaking his Armor. Coughing blood, Tyler stared in shock as the drug took hold. "Alright boys, tie him up! He's headed to Ro-."