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[h3]Eastern Yharnam, outside the Hunter's clinic[/h3]
Raine did not seem too fond of the idea of deciding which one of them performed which necessary task with a coin-flip, but ultimately he simply told Victor to just do it. He flicked the coin hard with his thumb, sending it spinning rapidly several meters into the air, both of them in unspoken agreement that this was probably the most efficient way to go about. They could discuss it, or one could just go and consequently force the other to stay, but Victor remained deeply conscious of the sounds coming from inside the clinic [I]and[/I] the urge inside himself to move, kill and hunt. Flipping the coin, he reasoned, was the quickest, fairest way for them to decide, wasting as little time as possible while also creating as little hostility between the two as they could manage.
“Tails, I go,” he announced, looking up at the coin – visible at this point only as a rapidly blinking light as the shiny piece of silver continued spinning at least several times a second, seeming to hang still for a moment at the peak of its flight – before he took a step backward and threw his hands to the sides, keeping himself as clear of where the coin would drop as possible. It was customary among Hunters to do coin-flips this way, letting the coin hit the ground rather than catching it as “normal” people usually did. Humans occasionally made the mistake of trying to flip a coin with a Hunter, which almost always resulted in the Hunter winning, since they could use the power of their blood to boost their senses and reflexes enough to count the revolutions of even the fastest spinning coin and thus reliably catch it at the exact moment when they would win. With two Hunters, who were both presumably aware of the inherent unfairness of a Hunter's ability to decide the outcome, they both knew that the only way to make it fair was to allow the coin to hit the ground.

The flickering light of the coin plummeted, hit the ground on its edge with a strangely satisfying noise, and bounced off the cobbled street, launching away from Victor and toward the edge of the plateau. For one incredulous, infuriating moment Victor actually thought the coin was going to bounce again, go through the guard rail and disappear into the wasteland of Old Yharnam below, but mercifully it settled before then, still a little over a meter (3' 4”) from the edge. Raine, being the one out of the two closest to where the coin had ended up, went to check the result of the coin flip.
Victor blinked and furrowed his brow, suddenly and irrationally bothered by [I]something[/I] as he watched Raine head over and crouch by the coin. He felt the hairs standing on the back of his neck and his arms, and his heartbeat quickened for no particular reason as he was gripped by an urgent sense of danger. His eyes started shifting rapidly, his gaze going everywhere to check every conceivable angle of approach and hiding place, but aside from the signs that someone had entered the clinic, there was nothing to worry about. Yet the instant he looked back at Raine, the feeling of impending disaster returned tenfold, making his eyes widen in panic as he sensed [I]something[/I].

He was about to call out to Raine – probably around the same moment when Raine would have announced the upward-facing side of the coin – when the [I]something[/I] happened. Raine's crouching form suddenly and unnaturally stood back up perfectly straight, arms down his sides and legs together... and then he [I]floated off[/I] some four meters into the air, struggling, growling and swearing at whatever force was manhandling him like that.
Victor quickstepped forward, propelled by the desperate feeling that had been building inside him this entire time – accelerating to high speeds in an instant, covering the distance between himself and where Raine had just been in a blur and then stopping as instantaneously as he had started – and slashed at the air below Raine, hoping against hope that his blade would find whatever was holding his companion and ideally making it release him. His sword met no resistance, however, so he slashed again to the right, then to the left, before taking another step closer to the edge and swinging his weapon wide at the guard rail, before finally quickstepping backward, retreating to Adelicia's side.
Victor watched, confused and desperate, as he panted heavily from the exertion; not only the quicksteps, but the final swing of his sword had all been done with the aid of the Hunter's blood, which in turn inflicted quite a bit of fatigue on him. He needed at least a few seconds to recover; if he tried using the blood again it would only get worse, until he would be actually incapable of activating the blood for a while. He thought he saw a faint trace of the [I]something[/I] that was attacking Raine, little more than a faint haze and a hint of movement, but just from that he could tell that whatever it was, it was [I]huge[/I]. Whatever this invisible monstrosity was, it was bigger than any living being Victor had ever seen before. If he had to guess at why he had been unable to reach it with his sword, he figured it must be sitting past the edge of the plateau, possibly sitting on the side sheer wall itself.
Raine, still suspended in mid-air by whatever extremity of the phantom assailing him, was enveloped by a misty, pale-bluish light, subtle at first but growing quickly in intensity, until the Hunter was completely hidden by this eldritch phenomenon... and when the light faded, Raine was gone without a trace, leaving Victor staring incredulously at where he had just been.