The hunter and the Overlord

Ch8. The true difficulty

(A/N: I'm sorry for disappearing for so long, I just got busy with some things and had writer's block. I again would like to thank everyone for reading this crappy Fanfic.)

(the pic above from https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/4016774 and bottom of the page has the Cleric Beast OST if people want music for this chapter. )

"This battle is harder than expected." Vincent thought calmly. He was standing in a gap between 2 houses, bleeding, battered, and running low on supplies. The items in his inventory either have run out or are in the single digits. The only items he is plentiful of are bold hunter's marks, and those are useless at the moment. The beast actively scratched/smashed at the gap's entrance on his right, trying to widen the gap Vincent resides, reaching, wanting its meal. "Only 6 Vials and 9 bullets," Vincent thought. "I wonder.." he then took a spare knife from his pack and jammed it into his left leg. after dealing with the pain, his HUD showed he had a slimmer of health (not that it was full of health anyway. Still, there was a plus-five under the number of his total amount of bullets. He then injected his right leg with the vial relieving the pain and having his wounds start to close now one less of a useful vial. Before he could use another, a talon landed inches away from his right, the beast getting closer to its goal.

However, instead of running, he transformed his stone-knuckles into a canon. Aiming it at the beast's head, he pulled the trigger, and with a loud bang, a large metal ball was launched, exploding on impact damaging its target. The beast recoiled, rearing its head taking a few steps back. Soon it leaned its head forward, placing it in its dominant giant hand. Taking this opportunity, Vincent ran towards the beast, engaging in a Visceral attack, Causing a lot of damage to the beast, regaining back some of his health. It fell on the ground and laid there for a second before immediately getting back up in the position it was doing when he shot the cannon with its head-on its hand. However, this time a red glowing mistlike substance glowed where the injuries were on its head, quickly reforming what was destroyed.

"Shit," Vincent said aloud. "That should have taken care of him," an idea then popped into his head, "what if I..." He stopped his sentence and pulled out the same knife he used earlier and again jabbed his left leg, this time leaving it in. This caused the same effect of adding five more bullets to his inventory. Still, after a few seconds, another small chunk of his health was drained, and five more bullets were added, having 10 made in total. He continued to leave the knife there. He shot another metal ball after it finished forming inside the canon. Repeating this process, stunning and performing visceral attacks to regain some of his lost health. The knife he left embedded in his leg forming bullets to refill the canon to fire once more. This process does not completely replace any of the blood he has lost from the process. At times, he had to back out to use a vial to ensure he is in perfect shape to continue. By the end of it, he had only one vial left, health below half; one hit from the beast will kill him, he had run out of bullets to use any gun effectively. Simultaneously, the beast was also low on its health. One charged attack could kill it. It is more sluggish and heavily bleeding on its head, not even bothering to replace its horns anymore. Both staring each other down, waiting on who will make the first move. The beast being impatient, began its move, gaining ground; its giant fist raised in the air, ready to squash the hunter, which brought pain. Vincent decided to let the beast come to him with his left hand occupied with his last vial and in his right hand still holding his sword, once belonging to Ludwig. Ready to swing with everything he had.