Pain shot up Egbert's right arm. The severed part mostly though, staring into his hand, pain yet again shot through it. Lycans usually didn't regenerate limbs, that part was new to him, but he somehow managed to get his arm back after his brother ripped it off at the elbow. For forty years he pondered how the hell that happened, and still he had no answer.

[color=00aeef][i]"I'll pout about that later. I've got to find the guy who brought this together, I need to kill something, hopefully not him."[/i][/color] Egbert pushed himself upwards slowly, getting his feet under him was hard, being old kinda did that to you. Egbert flared his jacked and checked all of his equipment. Nearly out of methane, he'd have to fix that, can't burn something with no fuel to burn it with. Egbert threw his coat back over his hips, re-concealing the armory that laid under it. He dipped his hands into a jar of salt he left on the dock, rubbing them together vigorously, salt on your hands helped fight vampires, throw it in their eyes and they're as helpless as any man. Egbert picked up the jar of salt and threw it into the water, it was his ritual to throw salt into water for good luck, he didn't know why he did it, but he always had, sewer water usually, though above ground water was not new to him. He finally turned around, took one last look at the sky, and then walked back into town.

The new arrivals already annoyed him, as soon as he saw them he knew that he was the most experienced hunter there, though one of the Lycans looked woefully out of place in this time period. He snorted and then walked into the closest building that wasn't occupied. The door fell off the hinges as he opened it. Egbert threw off his jacket, revealing his many devices and traps. He wore Kevlar armor with many things strapped to it. Three closed bear traps, some vodka with cloth in it, knives, pistols, and the elephant in the room, the saber on his hip. Egbert took off the Kevlar vest, and by extension, all that was on it, revealing a yellowed white T-shirt and black jeans under it. Egbert grabbed a scroll tied piece of plastic, unraveling it to reveal a bed-roll. Egbert laid down upon it, and went to sleep, nightmares were sure to come.

[i][color=9e0b0f][h1]Do not continue brother! You've exhausted your last chance![/h1][/color][/i]