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The young Hunter was taking off his armor when he heard the incredibly tall man ask the question. Wasn’t there a... thing? The one that ate the werewolf? It didn’t feel like any monster he had seen before, now that he thought about it. All mixed energies...

Without thinking, the young man raised an uncovered hand, one riddled with bruises and dried blood. He gave it a quick glance and found no bleeding injuries. He winced when people found their attention drawn to his arm though, and then the dented frying pans on one hip, but he had to say.

[color=red]”I’m Sheffield,” [/color] he shouted, then spoke softly. [color=red]”Sheffield Duster, Hunter. I don’t know what’s going on—I just arrived minutes ago—but I saw something like it in the woods earlier before I walked on the main road to this town. I didn’t take a closer look at it, but I could’ve sworn it was a human with scales. Like a snake, I think.[/color]

[color=red]”I was being chased by a couple of zombies, ghosts, and a werewolf; I took the former two groups out and was about to finish off the walking wolf when something rushed into it. I just took my chance to get out of there.”[/color]

Sheffield felt that reporting like this should have made him tremble a little at the memory, but now it was like... normal. Especially so, given his ‘misfortune’. Was this really how most Hunters got used to it? Blood and guts and survival every day?

But it was out now. He let his hand down, trying not to stare back at all those who did.