The Hunter and The Predator Leokumi

24|| There's no end

In mid-leap, like an animal, he approaches from behind and raises his knife at an angle. With finesse, he grabs hold of the mask and strikes his knife right in the neck to the hilt. He sees the tip breaking through the opposite side before it is swiftly pulled forward, all the while the victim is flailing as a fountain of blood spirts out.

Not sparing any time to see the green-clad man hit the floor, Leo watches him take a step to kill the next one.

The dull thump of bodies falling, the sharp clatter of guns hitting the floor, the distinct snap of bones fill Leo's ears. He doesn't register the sound of guns firing in their futile attempt for survival. His sole attention focus on witnessing the uncontrollable and half-hazard mayhem in front of him. He sees metal rip apart flesh. Each opponent that is engaged tries to fight back in various ways. Some exchange close combat, others outright shooting while some couldn't react fast enough. In the end, they all die by his hands in some way, be it the knife or by unorthodox means.

His knife slowly becomes less used as the fat and blood accumulate and starts dulling it. Leo figures he didn't have the luxury to wipe his knife cleanly so his movements progress to hacking than slicing. Suddenly Leo sees him with a new replacement in the same motion of kicking away the victim with the old knife in their throat. No move is wasted as he proceeds to disarm the closest opponent and ram the knife up their throat.

At the pace he was going, the hall was cleared of mercenaries. Surprise could color anyone's face at the one-sided and brutal scene they saw. Iago's war-veteran men were killed in a matter of minutes and no one could slow the Hunter down by a margin.

"Impossible," Iago unintentionally let slip out after witnessing Takumi take a bullet to the gut without flinching. "Are you a monster?"

After killing the last of the mercenaries, Takumi moves steadily forwards without a hint of exhaustion. Leo could tell the blood is still running quite rampantly in his veins. He knows well enough that Takumi won't waste any energy on small talk.

His ebony hair covers his eyes from Leo's view but those amber gems must've force Iago to take a step back. Takumi quickly follows by trudging toward Iago. Iago instinctively takes another step back again. His sickly white fingers immediately spring to his face. He basically claws at the metal hiding his unhealable scar like he is in pain. Leo could see a light of recognition spark in Iago's expression. That eye dulling to brown in horror.

"Impossible," Iago repeats once more then unfolds into exasperation. "You're not supposed to be here!"

Takumi raises his blade.

"Wait!" Before Iago could say more, the butt of the knife collides with his jaw. The impact causes his body to hit the floor hard but not hard enough to knock him out. Iago quickly recovers and looks back up.

Spying a faint smile on Takumi, Leo can see him toss his knife away and lean forwards to grab Iago. Iago takes this chance to pull out his handgun and point it at Takumi while his legs kick the ground to gain distance. Takumi keeps up his steady and slow advance as Iago continuously backing away. Desperately, Iago begins shooting and Takumi doesn't acknowledge the fact. The Hunter simply keeps following his target in a trance, no matter how many bullets lodge itself into him. After the tenth shot, Iago hopelessly keeps pulling at the trigger to be rewarded with the dull click from an empty clip. His back against a corpse, halting any further escape. Takumi quietly closes the distance.