Blake knew about the different rankings of weapons given to the higher-starred hunters. How much better certain materials and armor could do for them. Even the suit that they were wearing now, it was flexible but sturdy, able to take even scratches from the Werewolves and absorbing so of the powerful strikes.
When it ca to weapons, he hadn’t found anything better than his red swords. It felt like it was the luck of the draw at the ti. Weapons that weren’t ant to be given at that grade level were present, and he took it and went with it.
Which was why, opening the box and seeing another weapon, for so reason he just didn’t feel like it was what they needed to get out of the current situation. There was only one piece of equipnt that made him feel a certain way, the special red armor that was placed in one of the main bases of the Altered hunters.
The sword was covered in a cloth, and it even lay there with a particular cloth. Blake lifted it up and flung it over his shoulder as he turned around.
“So, what was in it, is it enough to get us out of the current situation!” Innu shouted as he flung his axe into the left side entranceway of the cinema screen.
It was hurled at an incredibly fast speed, hitting one of the Werewolves at the front, but several of them had leaped into the seating area or onto the wall and were starting to crawl their way.
“That’s scary…that’s really scary!” Innu said.
‘Roman told not to use the sword unless I really have to… I should listen to him. Maybe there’s more to this that I don’t know about,’ Blake thought.
“Let’s get out of here and help Roman!” Blake shouted as he dodged swings from a Werewolf, spun his body and struck through at its side, then he dodged another strike and cut the arm of the other.
Blake was swiftly going through the Werewolves’ fast strikes and was injuring them at the sa ti while doing so. In this tough situation, with his adrenaline high, he could see it, the white lines in his vision were appearing, allowing him to see the perfect place to strike.
With all of the equipnt and the situation, Blake was making no mistakes. It also allowed Innu to do so clean-up work as well, him going through right after, he lunged, swinging his axe right into the nape of the werewolves.
The thing was, although Innu thought he was finishing off the Werewolves with his strikes, many of them were still getting up. Soon those in front and those from behind were standing.
If there was one thing about Werewolves compared to other Altered, it was the fact that they were extrely resilient.
“Haha, I’m starting to understand why Gary can get up again and again,” Innu said. “I don’t know what that thing is on your back, but it might be good if you use it.”
Blake was constantly slashing at the Werewolves and was finding to have the sa problem as Innu. Even though he wasn’t getting hit, his sword was cutting through their skin, it was quite clear that the attacks he was performing just weren’t deep enough or strong enough to take them down.
‘I thought with the Qi training we had done, it would allow us to be ready for this a bit more… but I should have known that the Werewolves, they’re more sticky compared to the Altered. That this would have been a lot harder! Does Edvard really plan for us to take them out… and right now, what’s going on and happening with Father as well.’
There were a lot of thoughts that ran through Blake’s mind as he continued to hack and slash away. He swung his sword wide, a powerful strike that even pushed the Werewolves away and crashing into the seats, but there were more right after.
‘For so reason, I’m reluctant to use the sword as well. This sword, it feels like sothing is up with it. There’s a reason why Roman tried to warn , tried to warn about what it could do!’
“They just keep getting up, if you’re not going to use the damn thing, then I will!” Innu shouted.
Even with his energy being revitalized due to his new axe, it just wasn’t enough to keep him going; he was using a large amount of Qi, and there was another issue.
‘My ability, I can tell by how long it’s taking to get my axe back, that it’s starting to weaken. I won’t be able to use it for much longer, and then what!’ Innu thought.
Seeing the tough situation the two were in, Blake had finally made a decision; he had no choice. He spun his body, slicing the hands that were coming at him, and crouched down, placing one sword into place while using the sa hand to reach behind him and grabbing out the sword.
In the instant that he grabbed the sword, though, Blake didn’t feel improved like he would do when holding onto a special weapon; instead, he was feeling slightly weak.
‘It’s my Qi… I can feel it draining my Qi away, what type of weapon is this?’ Blake thought.
A Werewolf ca towards him, and he could still see the white lines through his eyes. That was a relief, but with a weapon where he couldn’t put the strength of his Qi behind it, he wondered just how helpful it would be.
As he swung the sword, he felt it tear right across the Werewolf’s arm. It sliced it off and flung it by his side, going through as if there was no resistance at all. When Blake turned around, he looked at the Werewolf, and there it was standing there, blood still pouring out of its arm.
‘It’s not healing…’
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