The Hunter of Chaldea

Chapter 12

Emiya reversed his grip on Kanshou and Bakuya. It was a bad habit of his—reverse grips are death sentences for a technical-based fighting style, the likes of which would have made Saber Servants puke in disgust. Then again, he has a particular way of engaging only unique to an Archer

Archers...don't use swords. They only throw them very hard. And sometime it works wonderfully well

The red-clad Servant hypothesized the enemy's path of movement througb the mist. His mind comes up with multiple possibilities of their decisions, ultimately seeing none anavailable. Their adversary wasn't one that could be predicted, but that is fine. He will just manipulate them to make it themselves

As soon as he peaked his head outside, the bullets whistled through the air and gaved Archer's face. An inch to the left was what he managed— the boundary between life and death in a single deflection. It bounced off his blade and embed to the wall

The second hail of bullets comes from behind. Jack was already moving, her dagger rapidly moving as she stopped it from reaching him as the target

Info collection is vital part of victory: the fact that their assailant can attack from multiple direction mean he's no normal human

The ability to teleport, or change the trajectory of their shot?

He motioned for Assassin to ready to move as he nocked on his own sword on the bow. It was a jagged piece of metal with no definite shape, spikes shooting outward into a helix shaped abominations. The sword radiates an aura of bloodthirst

"Ready, get set go!"

Jack dashed from her hiding place. By his previous plan, she threw a brick down and shattered it, creating a distracting noise. Their assailant took the bait as a hail of machine gun bullets rained down on her. With nimble foot Assassin dodged them all while Arche's keen eye tracked them through the mist

Hound of the Red Plain. That's the title given to this dangerous thing resting on his bow. The sword's thirst for target elimination is too uncontrollable like its owner that it can track any living creatures on its path, manipulating a destructive trajectory of inward spiral once they are tracked.

A weapon befitting a hunter

Hrunting shivered in his hand when it pointed to a particular direction. He waited a few moments to ascertain their coordinates, before letting loose the arrow

It was as those he had unleashed a violent hound from its collar as the blade sprung forward like an eager predator, spreading crimson bloodlust through the fog. The red mist split apart a path to their target who quickly scurried away. But the hound is but a nimble runner, quickly catching up to them through twists and turns of Old Yharnam's rubble

Their maddened chase finally ended as the arrow's barbed tip pierced through their pursuer. He heard a roar of pain, as houses collapsed in their wake and smokes rose up from tattered ruins

Archer to turn to Jack. She nodded and dispel the mist, revealing the scene of destruction caused by them

"Time to unmask the guard of Old Yharnam"

He stepped on the perched rooftop and jumped through several house's window to the place their pursuer was downed

The cloaked figure sat there with a barbed arrow piercing his abdomen. His heavy breathing indicates vital injury that could lead to death if not treated. Archer wasn't too concerned though— he could always restore the man with a healing sword if needed be

He lifted the hood covering their face

"Oh, Emiya, what the hell are you doing here?"

Archer must admit. Seeing Robin Hood of all people holding a machinegun in his hand is comically hilarious