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Hunter Thorn

"I am who I am. Nothing can change that, for better, or worse."

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a character in “The Catalysts”, as played by Mr. Inkwell

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The secretive 'creators' of the Catalyst Gene. What they plan to do with Catalysts is unknown, but they've begun amassing a private army within the confines of Emperia city, either for protection, training, or a hostile takeover, is unknown.

Description

Name: Hunter Thorn

Nickname: Blood Titan

Gender: Male

Allegiance: The Horizon Foundation

Appearance: Pale as a ghost, Hunter has white hair, both of which only accentuate his bright red eyes. Typically, Hunter wears lightweight Foundation-given Mobile Task force equipment, save for some small modifications. The suit is painted all black, with several red and white markings in various locations on the suit. He has a set of black gauntlets edged with three 'spikes' on the knuckles to better enhance his melee combat. He has a stern, almost angry look to him, as years of Foundation treatment has worn him down into a well-oiled machine. Hunter is rather tall for his size, but has an average build overall. Hunter has a large variety of open wounds on his body, most notably of which are near his eyes, that never seem to heal, or effect him from blood loss.

Skills/Abilities: Hunter is known as The Foundation's "Blood Titan", and with good cause. Hunter is able to channel the blood within his veins, (and others), into the air, and use it to form various attacks. Hunter is also able to form nearby Bone-masses into weapons, often pulling the bones from a target, and molding them into projectile-based weapons. Unfortunately, due to the nature of his attacks, Hunter is constantly on the brink of death, kept alive by his own increased blood-cell production rate, and several life-support systems found within the suit. The suit is connected to Hunter, running into his veins so that he may better channel his power. He is able to pull the blood from others and use it to replenish and heal himself, but this effect presents a moral challenge, as He does not wish to cause innocents harm.

Gen. Info: Hunter is a Special Task force leader, created to help combat the rising threat of Catalyst-based attacks. Hunter is fully loyal to The Foundation, and only exercises the power he is given by them. Hunter finds his ability a curse, but knows he has an obligation to use it as a Catalyst. His knowledge of The Foundation's many inner-workings is quite adept, as he has been with the foundation for most of his life. He mainly serves as the leader of Mobile Task Force Epsilon-8, with only a handful of men that he himself trained and worked with both before and after his change.

History: Hunter used to be a part of Containment Task Force Gamma-4, responsible for the detainment of several high-ranking Insurgency Members. The Insurgency had anticipated his team's movements, quickly killing off everyone in his team, save for him. The Foundation launched a larger recovery and reconnaissance force to survey the damage, who found and freed Hunter. Hunter had taken several fatal injuries during the incursion, leaving him attached to life-support systems. The Foundation seized the opportunity to see if his fatal condition would effect the powers he received upon activation of the Catalyst gene. After activating the gene, Hunter liquified the Doctors and other nearby staff, taking their blood and bone to rebuild his own body. Horrified with what he had done, Hunter set himself through rigorous training exercises to better improve himself, and control his powers, to be sure nothing of the sort would ever happen again.

So begins...

Hunter Thorn's Story

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Hunter awoke to the sound of gunfire. He opened his eyes to the smell of blood. Fresh blood.

By the time his door opened, he was already dressed and armed. The door opened to a familiar face.

"Ozpin, what happened out there? And, more importantly," Hunter stepped towards the researcher, "why wasn't I notified?"

"Calm down Mr. Thorn. You'll be briefed upon that in a moment. But, until then, we have more serious issues we need to discuss."

Hunter followed Ozpin down throughout the facility, dodging between workers and avoiding stains. Reaching a small room in the back, Ozpin keyed into the Horizon's security feed. "This is after the raid, just after law enforcement arrived." Ozpin fell silent, letting the footage play out.

It showed an girl, perhaps middle-aged or younger, breaking through a window and breaching a classified door. Several minutes passed, and soon the woman reappeared, tucking away a flash-drive into her collar, before leaving out the window.

"Was she connected to the attack?"

"Unkown at the moment, but sources suggest against it."

"And whoever it was, they knew who we are, and knew how to get through several security measurements."

"Counter measure systems were deactivated at this time."

"What for?"

"A Trojan."

Hunter nodded, understanding. "False data?"

"Exactly. Hopefully it will lead us to whoever that is, or whoever tried to attack us. And, before you ask," Ozpin cut Hunter off, "Mr. Maddox will be debriefing you. He should be on the main floor. I'll wait here for incoming data."

"Understood." Hunter stepped out of the room, into the main level where he saw a familiar face loading a body onto a cart. Things were starting to heat up around here.

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"We've got a hit."

Ozpin ducked his head out of the security room searching for Hunter. "We got a hit." He said again, pulling Hunter inside.

Hunter was tense. He expected an action, but not this soon. "Where?"

"Still tracing..." Ospin's fingers flew over the keys, "There." He said triumphantly, " Only a mile or so out, at a small terminal in The Crown."

Hunter exhaled, turning away from the computer. "Should I send a-" Hunter cut him off. "No!"

Whoever it was wasn't a stupid, the false data wouldn't hold them long, and they were going to be lost to the streets soon. "I'll go. The streets are heating up, and Si is too unreliable and the rest are too slow." Hunter quickly walked out the door. "And send Maddox when you find him." The door slammed shut.

Ozpin stood, alone now, staring at the closed door. "How am I supposed to convince him to chase ghosts?" He asked aloud.

Twelve minutes later found Hunter atop a rooftop, overlooking the tech bar. No one entered. No one left. The trail would be cold soon. Time to get to work.

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After word had passed through about the newest intrusion, and about Ozpin's newest lead, Jericho had declared this a 'mission start' and dispatched himself into the city. In other words, Jericho listened to a good half of what the tracer had to say to him, before he bolted for The Crown.

Among the others of the city, Jericho stuck out a good bit. His powder-white hair aside, his face had made it's fair share of appearances on the news. They were always brief, seeing as Jericho being on the scene was nothing but a headache for the Horizon Foundation. As of now, he's nothing more than a quickly covered-up secret.

As he walked the streets, closing in on what he took as his destination, Jericho figured it was only right to try getting something coordinated. He lifted his fingers to his ear, tapping on the ear-piece that Ozpin had fixed up for him. Before any news was shared, Ozpin made Jericho put it in. Most likely, it was due to the fact that Jericho had a good record of taking off when he had everything he thought necessary.

Quite a smart move, by a smart dude.

"Maddox is on the scene...Hope you're ready for this Horizon sponsored action!"

"Hunter. Can you hear me? You got anything yet, man? I've got nothing down here. Everyone looks suspicious!"

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"Unfortunately," Jericho's voice through the earpiece threw Hunter off. "Where are you? I'm about two blocks east of the targeted area."

Checking a street sign below, he added, "Crossing Hallingway, atop the Maxpoint building."

Hunter stuck to the rooftops whenever possible, as his scarred and bloodied appearance often drew unwanted attention. If Jericho stood out in a crowd, Hunter could be easily identified from space. His stark white hair and black support systems built into his suit made street traversing both unreasonable and often a pain to push people out of the way. His identity was known, as a few photos had found their way into the internet, leaked there by some kids jo doubt. But to the public eye, he was just an oddity of Foundation science, kept alive and mobile with medical devices. He needed it to stay that way.

A second voice cut into the mic. "Maddox, Thorn? We have a problem, a squad leader just activated his mic, here I'll patch you in..."

Ozpin's voice faded, replaced by frantic typing and then silence. Heavy, slow breathing came in.

"-Jessica, Anthony, Patricia. Need I go on?"

The heavy breathing returned for a moment, "I even know your name, Captain Sampson, it matters little."

"Why am I still alive?" The voice came in ragged breaths.

"No reason-"

"Ozpin, where is this?" Hunter cut him off, scanning the rooftops and streets as if an answer would just appear. Luckily, it did.

"Not sure, signal is too weak, we're lucky we can hear them as it is."

The sound of flesh and bone against metal echoed from the square below him. "Jericho, did you see what I just saw? I think we may have something."

Not waiting for a response, Hunter turned from the street searching for a way to the building. From his height, he could barely see something moving away from the edge of the rooftop. He'd need to improvise. Pulling the bone and blood From the severed head in the street, Hunter forged a makeshift pole from bone. He ran to the other end of the rooftop, as a loud series of sonic blasts caused the earpiece to malfunction, producing a high pitched screech.

"Jericho? Ozpin? Come in. Can anyone hear me?"Digging the earpiece out, he flung it to the ground, silently cursing technology.

Turning back to the other rooftop, he ran towards the edge, driving the pole into the ground and leaping towards the other end of the street, as he sailed over the heads of daily pedestrians and onlookers.

He came in much too low. Shattering a window, he cursed himself for his failure. Looking about the room, he saw several men and women in suits and ties around an oval table. All eyes on him.

"Where's the staircase?"

Timidly a man at the end of the room pointed to a door on the left.

"Proceed with your meeting." Hunter walked through the room to the stairs, throwing the door open.

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The two mercenaries where both surprised and amazed at the sight that stood before them. A lone man, standing among quite a few mangled corpses, the damage done to them was brutal enough to make the bodies unidentifiable. This must have been the work of a Catalyst, or at least some psychotic killer; but those killers are smart enough not to throw a body off a building, so it's definitely the former.

Eve was already calling out "Wow" as she wondered to the closest body, lowering her hand from her sword but not her guard. "This is such a great masterpiece~" She continued, trying her best not to step on a single drop of blood, not because of the usual 'I'm female and this is disgusting.' But, more like, 'I don't want to ruin the painting.'

James left Eve to do her thing as he continued with his little 'talk' with the murderer. "We don't care about glory, so don't worry about that. In fact, I'm not really in the mood to fight, we just came here because we were dragged here by the amazing curse called curiosity," he continued, "Besides, I ate a lot for lunch. And I'm sure you know the feeling when you eat a lot and feel tired..."
Something caught James' attention, a sound only he could hear at the moment, originating below the three. Footsteps, rushing footsteps at that. Along with the smash of a window. "Look what you've done." James directed his voice towards Craven, "You should know that throwing a corpse off the edge of a building would cause some kind of uproar. Now some people are coming up to join us, and the rattling of their gear shows that they aren't civilians."

James turned to Eve, "Get to the door of the staircase and make sure these guys are friendly. I really can't be bothered to fight."
Without a word, Eve nodded and skipped over to the door, proceeding to open it and stand at the doorway. Her hand placed on the hilt of her sword, ready to draw if needed, along with her legs spaced away enough to ensure a fighting stance.

She saved her words for when the people arrived, "Sorry, this place is off limits for a moment. Please come again later." Of course a small giggle accompanied these words.

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"...I'm down the street from the place, captain-general. Why do you guys always go for the complicated version of details? Saves time-"

At this moment, Ozpin cut in, and faded before Jericho could even yell at him about it. As the sounds of torment and possible murder played in his ear, Jericho surveyed the streets, giving each person he passed their own, personalized glare. No one seemed too free of suspicion, seeing as Jericho didn't trust anyone as far as he could toss them.

The voices went back and forth, and Hunter's voice even resurfaced, but Jericho was slowly losing interest. As his eyes wandered at the passing people, his eyes finally latched onto something. He craned his head as he stared directly into another set of eyes, peering from under a black hood. The rest was veiled, in both fabric, and curiosity. As she seemed notice him, she slipped her look away...and Jericho pressed his harder...but just as he made a move, his ear erupted in the sharp, crackling noise of technology frying.

Jericho growled, in part from the deafening noise, and part from feeling he could be saying 'I told you so,' to Ozpin.

"Son of a bitch! Gah...Ozpin? Hunter?"

"Guys!?"

"...God damnit...Alright, the tech-bar is now a one man job."
He monologued to himself for a moment, just a bit over a mumble, before his attention turned back to the task at hand. Whatever Hunter just went after, would be his problem. Jericho had an intruder to 'speak' with. By the time his sights were reset, the hooded figure was past him, both on the street, and within his own mind. He began his stride again, but it was hesitant. Jericho gave one last glance over his shoulder, before pressing onward.

...Shifty bastards all over.

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"Sorry, this place is off limits for a moment. Please come again later."

The giggling voice echoed down the stairwell. Hunter raced up the stairs, running back and forth as he slowly ascended the building. "Move aside, or else I'll have to act with force." Hunter yelled up the stairs.

Already, Hunter began pulling a small amount of blood from his body, feeling it bleed from the suit and form around him. The light of the setting sun began to pierce the darkness of the stairwell, and Hunter knew he was getting close. Speeding up, he practically pushed himself from the walls halfway up the stairs.

Rounding the final landing, Hunter confronted a feminine silhouette standing at the doorway. Her features were obscured in darkness. With the sun directly behind her, all that could be distinguished was the piercing blue hair, and a sword she dangled by her side. A resistance. A resistance to be met with force and speed.

Without stopping Hunter shaped the blood around his body into small needle-like tendrils, sending a volley of them all towards the silhouette like tiny, furious missiles.

"Move aside now!" He barked, lunging up the final stretch of stairs.

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"Force?" Eve questioned to herself as the bulky body came into view, rushing up the stairs with great speed. It was only one person after all. James must have been hearing other things to say it was multiple, something easy to deal with...

Or so she thought.

With the sudden reddish tendrils extending towards Eve, it became obvious that the interruption included a catalyst. Fuck. This action of course made Eve flinch, more of in anticipation and surprise than fear.

To react, Eve drew her sword and instantly sliced at the tendrils within one clean swing. Quickly jumping back and to the side at the same time with great agility to dodge any she missed, allowing the bulky man to join the others on the rooftop. "Alright, alright. I moved." She called out in reply, her voice showing more enjoyment than obedience.

"Whisper, we got company!"

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Hunter landed upon the rooftop, several small stains of red spreading at his feet. Taking notice of his situation, he saw directly before him, a man, no a creature standing over several bloodied and disfigured corpses, each wearing an outfit not too different than his own. A name came to mind: Craven.

Craven had killed more than a few Foundation personnel, and Hunter swore he wouldn't let himself be added to that list.

On either side of him stood two younger people, each of which both wore a mask. The boy's mask depicted a silenced face on it, while the girl's depicted a face of pure joy. The boy, Whisper, he was called, was unarmed, though that meant little to Hunter, he was associated, therefore he was a threat. The girl still held her sword, blue hair flowing in the wind.

The momentary stillness settled upon the rooftop, as Hunter scanned each one carefully, ready for any move they might make.

"Rather interesting group of people we got here." Hunter announced to the wind, "Almost makes me wish I hadn't woken up today." He paused. "Mind telling me what's going on up here?"

Hunter stood, posture perfect, eyes on all three, with a hand to his hip. Waiting for anything.

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~Craven~




Craven looked on at the man in front of him and the woman who left his side, it was obvious that he was not sure of this instance. However Craven was still enjoying what attention he could get, though James pointed out it wasn't smart to do what had transpired below. Craven smiled with a strange imperialistic grin as he responded "No more hiding.." He exclaimed as he held out the head of the deceased captain, like a prize on display. The talons on the ends of his fingers finding plenty of flesh to dig into. "Sometimes, one must.. lash out to be heard."

His sight twitches, one eye adjusting in his head to fix its view on the woman from before. She jumped from the door and Craven was not surprised to see what came next, they new body belonged to another one of his kind. A Catalyst, if not in soul, then well enough in body. The sight of his long white hair was enough to evoke images of long dead memories, collected from the minds of multiple minds. However the name of such a being hand long since passed into fading thoughts, though it meant little too Craven. He was there now and so were the others, this inclusion made him happy.

"To be surrounded.. by those like me. Is this the feeling of joy?"

A smile breaks widely across Craven's face as he looks back a James, easily showing that the teeth in his mouth were sharp as sin and tightly packed. The worst part being that a second row were growing their way in behind the first set as he spoke, leaning slightly, with a bow to his head.

"Craven..." The hand holding his prize pressed gently against his chest, as if an informal greeting of the most macabre standards.

The wind dies, his coat ceases its flowing gate and the air before stiff with the smell of blood. His smile fades to a more somber gaze, as the flesh covering his features ripples. Appearing like something akin to large worms burrowing underneath, collecting around his right eye and the vanishing into the socket.

Though he had seen and killed many catalyst before, this was the first time a dialog was even possible. "Brothers.. Sister.. "

"I hope you taste.. better then you look."

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James didn't know how to react to this turn of events. On one side was some crazy murderer who seemed to keep a severed head as a trophy, on the other was some bulky weird guy who came in with all that sass. But what was more threatening? Necrophiliac guy, bulky guy or Eve with her sword...

"Nice to meet you, Craven." James finally decided to speak, his voice still as monotone as ever as he slowly pulled his hands out of his pockets, leaving them hang his sides, waiting. And now he had to do something about the new guy, but he couldn't keep his eyes off of Craven.

"That's a nice question you may ask, you're probably here for the same reason we are? Curiosity." James begun explaining, keeping calm as his fingers twitched slightly, as if wanting to be used. "It would be nice if we could keep things civil for now. Wouldn't want more added to these corpses."

Eve kept on guard, her sword pointed towards the man who had first assaulted her. Silent, she thought. Her brain was working hard at grasping the situation, taking every piece of information in and piecing them all together, a way to figure out the best way to act in this situation. Or perhaps an escape route. Both.

"I do apologize, Craven. We are not brothers or sisters here, and I don't really want that to be true either. Also, can I not be called a 'catalyst'? Makes me think I have a purpose." James continued, keeping his eyes on Craven as he spoke while also listening to every single sound the bulky guy would make. Even his heartbeat. "I don't think a failure would taste nice." He finished, insisting of himself being the failure.

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"Civil..." Hunter mulled over the thought a bit. "The world doesn't run on being civil. It always takes an animal and an immoral cause."

Hunter swept his hand across the air, pulling the fresh blood from the dead soldiers into him. Reaching out his hand, a corpse twitched, shuddered, then exploded. The corpse's spine melded together, forming a sword not too different than the one the girl carried. Save one crucial difference: it was made of pure bone.

The sword contorted in his hand till it began to resemble a Roman Gladius. Blood began to fuse around the blade, until it was nothing but a dull red.

"Craven, It seems you find it an honor to be meeting us. As do I. Without this meeting, I never would have been given the chance to end you. You can grow and contort and devour all you want, but my flesh will not be added into the ranks. And I'm going to cleave the flesh of my fallen comrades from you myself." Hunter turned addressing the other two, "Turn away now. Engage, and I shall deal with you as well."

With a sword in one arm, and a river of blood upon the other, Hunter charged at Craven.

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~Craven~




When James gave his slight protest Craven could help but urge a chuckle from the back of his throat. "Understandable.. but you will be at most.. a change to my pallet." Craven hefted the head towards his chest, cupping it in both hands. What follows is a change in his physicality; as his jaw and throat split, leading a large line down the length of his chest and abdomen. The splitting flesh reveals a solid row of teeth on each side and pulsing flesh underneath as his body yawns wide enough to take the head into its maw. Dozens of small meaty tendrils lash out and yank the prize inside, with the maw shutting greedily after. The still air hangs with the sounds of crushing bone and squelched flesh, as the line forms back and closes. Looking as though it never torn to begin with, his jaw being the last to latch back together and set back into place.

"Pity the fool, who loses his head first..."

Craven's body devoured its prize quickly, leaving not so much as a lump in his chest and it was gone in moments. Even now he could feel the former life of the man working its way through him, followed by small snippets of life and visions of his own death at Craven's hands. The rush of knowledge making his head twitch for a moment and the flutter of life passes behind his eyes.

"Apologies Hunter.. I could not find your name before. Apparently it was on the tip of my tongue.."

It was then that Hunter approached him and made his declaration, Craven seeing a duality between the two of them when his powers came to light. Remembering the days of when he was still under the knife of the Foundation and the days when they would use his own blood to make their twisted experiments truth. The idea crossed his mind that Hunter could have possibly been created using his own DNA, but that thought was short.

The sound of tearing cloth and flesh poured out as spines began to grow from Craven's back and a singular, long, thick, shard of bone erupted from his right palm.

He stood forward as Hunter charged, holding his blade aloft and ready to swing it down onto Hunters shoulder. Though he stood in the way, no urge to dodge or parry the incoming attack could be seen in his eyes. Which soon those too did change, glazing over with a thick red sheen as the whites completely disappeared.

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James nodded in agreement to Hunter's words, understanding the sense they make as he quickly mulled over the meaning. He does have a point, but the time it took for Hunter to speak was enough time for Eve to figure out a plan. One could think of James' protests were a form of stalling, keeping everything held back for Eve to get to work.

Suddenly, Hunter started moving, and at the same time Craven was... Transforming? It was an awkward position for James to be in, stuck between two Catalysts who are about to strike at each other. Perhaps this is what Switzerland felt like during the world wars. Without any confirmation from Eve, James had to do something defensively. And so, he raised his arms, ready to do the best thing he knew on keeping himself safe.

However, before James' arms even managed to finished moving, Hunter had already charged past. Targeting Craven. What a lovely turn of events. Confused, James placed his hands back into his pockets and fell back beside Eve, watching as the two were about to clash.

"You found a quick escape?" James asked Eve, keeping his eye on the two catalysts.
"Yeah, there's a lower building to our right. You would easily make the jump. We then do some roof running over 2 buildings before dropping down into an alleyway where we can remove our masks and head off home. Luckily, we're close and our room can be reached by travelling solely through alleyways." Eve explained in reply, showing her great abilities in observation and strategics.
"What if they followed?"
"I doubt it. From what information I managed to grab from the two, they seem more occupied with each other than anyone else. The bulky guy's eyes were kept on Craven, and the same back. You were just some separate entity."
"I'm both insulted and relieved... Let's get going."

With that, the two left the scene with a bang. Literally. A sonic pulse was fired once again from James' feet as he threw himself and Eve off the building, over the road and onto the other. Only to keep going in the exact same route Eve planned, heading home.

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Craven changed before Hunter. Morphing. Shifting. Adapting.

None of it slowed him down.

The sword plunged into Craven's arm, pinning it to the ground. The talon twitched and thrived beneath the blade, as he passed Craven by. Hunter turned, delivering a swift kick to Craven's backside, only to stumble and pull back. He was sturdy and with the grotesque mutations on his body, Hunter felt hesitant about staying for too long.

Rounding his other side, Hunter reached for the blade.

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~Craven~




Craven was eager to see what an actual Catalyst was capable of, especially one more rigorously trained and equipped then the normal cannon fodder he would encounter. Even the aspect that Hunter, was even willing to get into arms reach with him was a delight that Craven had not seen in some time. So in the vein of duality, Craven was now fighting on Hunters terms.

The ideal of blade to blade combat was not new too him, seeing as he has fought the same in the past before. However the last few months of feeding off of the city and the various security personnel, has filled his mind with several more years of such training and experience.

As the blade peirces through the sleeve of his left arm, pinning the meat of his limb against the ground. Hunter proves that on a dime, he is faster then the others by a great measure. Despite this however, his physical strength is not yet at the point it needs to be. A fact proven as he attempts to strike Craven physically, only to prove it was more effective at kicking himself away. A good choice though, as Craven merely pulls away and rips the arm off. Using his other to pull as spline from his back and issue a wide swipe at Hunter in return.

The attack misses Hunter's forehead by mere inches, leaving a few strands of hair fluttering too the wind. Craven takes a moment to eye the new wound and torn sleeve. "Such a pity.. I had grown attach to this coat." Another arm burst forth from the side of his midsection and as it grew the shoulder formed up to replace the original arm and coat slowly slid off his side. He clenched the new fist several times, the sound of bones and tendons settling creaking out into the air. Grabbing the collar with his new arm, Craven ripped the whole coat from his back and tossed it too his side.

Now with just his pants, it is easier to see his flesh in the dying sunlight. The very touch of such little light, is causing small, irritated, red burns to appear on his sides and back. Which steam up and quickly seal as they heal themselves, even faster then they appeared. "Your men were smart to trying and trap me here.. if only their timing wasn't so abysmal. A mistake they will not get a second chance at.. I assure you.."

He pulled another spine from his back as he armed himself more readily, with more growths issuing forth to replace them. Small gnarled spikes grew across his body, at least a dozen from his torso and arms. "Now.. lets try that again."

Craven crosses the blades in front of himself and charged Hunter once more.

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Hunter kept out of the way of Craven's blade as he charged past. Craven's shoulder clipped Hunter, sending him sprawling from Craven.

[¡]Sloppy[/¡].

The gravel floor hurt as it dug into his skin and scraped and tore his skin. He pulled himself up, staring fiercely at Craven. Craven was still turning, readying himself for another attack. Hunter's sword was behind Craven, still holding the limp arm beneath it. Hunter sighed, if Ozpin got word of this, he'd flip. Sending him back into the training room. He had let himself get disarmed, caught off guard, and thrown across a rooftop.

Sloppy.

He held out his hand, thrusting his palm straight downwards. His sword twitched, before digging through the ground. Hunter spread the bone across the entire underside of the rooftop. Pulling a small Foundation-issued handgun from a side holster, he loaded and cocked it.

Now he was ready.

Now, enough blood flowed through and around him, either his own, Craven's, or perhaps the soldiers who laid as small remnants of shredded clothing; their flesh, blood, and bone turned into weapons for the gruesome fight taking place above the streets of the city.

Just as Hunter threw himself at Craven, blood circling around his entire body, building momentum and force, he heard an explosion down a few blocks. He ignored it. Leaping over Craven, Hunter spiked the blood downwards, watching it tear into his skin and run into his grotesque figure. Landing behind him, he fired several bullets into Craven's skull to seemingly little avail.

Keeping his ground, he kept out of reach before Craven got his chance to attack with his own blade.

Hunter stood still, playing the defensive.

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Still, despite his abilities and training, it was obvious that Hunter was still probing at Craven to see what he could take and if it wasn't for his agility, the fight would have been over by now. Even for Craven this was strange happenstance, having never had to fight one opponent before and even if that were the case, that past had long dispersed from memory.

In fact they both were doing the same thing, seeing what the other was capable of and if it would afford them any ground in this battle. As he watched Hunter pull more blood from the surrounding area and watching him force the blade into the roofs foundation from a distance. Craven couldn't help but feel a sort of kinship with the Foundation agent, like before. He knew though that Hunter's abilities is all that interested him and even at first glance, it was easy to see that his power came with certain disadvantages. Craven was almost back on his heel before the sight of Hunter rushing him peeked from his right eyes edge and he gave a long wild swing, with no purchase. Hunter went sailing over Craven's head and forced the circulating blood down, like a mass of tangled spikes.

Though he felt the impact and the sudden piercing of his flesh, there was no indication that the attack effected him and even the rounds pegging into the back of his skull, were barely enough to shake the effected limb. As quickly as the rounds made impact, Hunter could see the torn flesh and bone begin to mend itself. Closing up quickly with the rounds still left inside.

Craven gave a strong twist of his body, snapping the spikes pinning his body to the flooring of the roof and as they lost consistency, his body drew in the weapons used against him.

Craven looked at Hunter as a long twisted gash running down his face sewed itself shut "We are going to be at this all night.." He smiles as he drops his own blades and they hit the floor with a heavy thud, only for a sudden burst of inner heat to consume them. Making the blades quickly disintegration and scatter too the wind as ash.

He motions lightly as he points to the spot were Hunter's weapon once pinned his arm too the floor. The limb was all too active, in fact it was now scrambling across the roof of the building, like a demented horror side show as it moved towards Craven. The mangled limb touched the side of his bare foot and began to crawl up his pants leg, only for the bulge it created to disappear before it reached his knee. "I think its time, this little charade ended..." Craven snorted quickly and spat on the floor. Leaving a small blood stain on the roof, with a small metallic object sitting within. This proved to be one of the rounds Hunter fired into his current adversaries skull.

Craven can see the look on Hunter's face, unlike him. Using his power for extended periods of time seems to have an adverse effect. It must be the reason why his armor is so thick, if must house other means to protect and reprise his powers. Craven gave a slightly somber look as he realized this and spoke in earnest.
"Tell you what.. Hunter."

"I'm going to give a free shot.. more then I ever gave your buddies anyway, but you better make it count.. I want to see what you can really do."
Craven raised his posture and stood straight, opening his arms as if to welcome what was to come next.

"After that, then its my turn... and I am no longer going to be playing by your rules..."

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Hunter took his chance to analyze the situation, all he had to do was keep Craven occupied. "Rules," He called out, "monsters like you don't play by any rules." His mind working feverishly, he tried to piece together something to keep him going. His body was low on blood, even his heartbeat was growing faint. His vision was blurry and clouded, but he pressed on. Trying to keep the extent of his pain hidden from his enemy.

"I, on the other hand, play by many rules," He kept his voice confident and stern, "But, good men don't need rules. Perhaps now is not a good time to discover why I have so many."

He looked to Craven, as he looked him over like a cat would a mouse that suddenly began talking. Hunter held the advantage, a prime opportunity to drop this beast and be rid of the stain from the Foundation's past. Hunter held all his cards, and all he had to do was flip the table. But instead, he decided to drop his hand.

"I don't need your generosity. I don't want your pity. If I kill you now, it goes against several of my many rules. Put up a fair fight, and maybe I'll end you before Ozpin gets to dig around inside that gross skull of yours."

Humor. How unprofessional of him. Hunter was glad his earpiece was out. It made the quiet of a fight so much more terrifying. Hunter leaned back, centering his weight, and bracing himself for whatever the beast would throw at him.

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Hunter locks eyes with Craven in return to his declaration, a return that he was not expecting from a foundation agent. Then again the act was more then enough to make Craven smile in return as Hunter squared off with him and so he responded "Well.. that is a great way to look at things."

"Alright.. so be it."
Craven's body began to tense up and pulse, his mind was occupied on the transformation and he could now feel the all too familiar hunger arise. His fight with this agent wasn't the cause, more so the act of fighting of last few days and how fast he could burn through his most recently acquired meal. Craven's body became hot, giving off a distinct sheen against the pale light of the dying day. His skin putting off a mist like steam as the shifting of his flesh took place.

Hair falling away and skin splitting open, all the signs of how Craven was now outgrowing his current form. His size began to swell and only showed signs of slowing after he towered an addition three feet over Hunter. Anywhere there was space to hold it, his body writhed with vast amounts of strength. His shins elongated and only ended by snapping in half afterwards, becoming displaced. His legs resembled the hind end of a wolf now, though lacking any fur in the sense of the term.

His upper body became wide and distended wherever muscle could be held. All the while Craven's head split, several large spines, growing into horns erupting from his scalp. Eventually his head was a hardened shell of thick bone and serrated ridges. The only soft tissue was through three large cracks in the plating, that allowed a singular, reptilian eye each, to peer out into the world.

Craven took one step, holding his arms aloft after the transformation halted. The cacophony of bones snapping into place and settling could be heard from all around. "..It feels so good to stretch ones legs after so long.." As he stepped, a section of the roof shuddered as if threatened by the movement. This was a testament to the mass of weight brought of by the change and how he looked on at Hunter. His voice, was thin and hard to trace, because it was being spoken with behind the heavy mask of bone.

He wasted no time in acting and raised his right hand, bringing it forward in a large arching swipe. It was transparent enough to see his tactic, seeing as the attack was possibly broad enough that Hunter would have great difficulty dodging in the first place.

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Hunter made no move to avoid Craven's attack. He stood still, not moving or even acknowledging Craven's exisnce. His eyes closed, brow furrowed, he sat in deep concentration, as the large arm swung ever closer to him.

The sound of breaking concrete and snapping bone echoed throughout the area.

Hunter opened his eyes, still standing perfectly still, with Craven's arm held in place inches from his head. A large pillar of bone jutted up through the rooftop, impaling and encompassing Craven's arm. Slowly, the bone melded around the shell casing protecting it, and began to fix the arm there, not allowing it to move.

Hunter smiled.

"Nice try, but I suggest you learn to study your enemies more clearly." He called out, "Perhaps then you'll survive longer."

Hunter walked a few paces forward, sending two more spears of bone shooting up through the concrete and through Craven's exoskeleton. Small rivulets of blood began to leak out from the impaled areas, only to be cut off from the shifting of bone as it joined with Craven, locking him in place.

Knowing his spears wouldn't hold him long, Hunter began accelerating the blood he had shot into Craven's body, tearing through his accumulated flesh. The bone shell Craven had trapped himself in held the blood that had begun straining his veins and arteries, as it slowly wore away at his heart. Not loosing the chance, Hunter stepped forward, aiming for Craven's vulnerable eye.

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The action was quick as always, Hunter was just a bit faster on the draw then Craven's form would allow. The bulk of his weight being centered and caught as the arm came down and Hunter put his plan into action. Craven could see it take place from within his shell and the cinching pain of having his head penetrated and skewered once again was sadly, now becoming a familiar feeling.

All was still for a few moments, the sound of sirens and horns below could be heard through the deafness of the night time air as Hunter stood there, staring up at the form Craven had assumed. The head of the beast imploded as the spear came through, devolving into a shower of ash, as only the top of the neck remained. At this range, Hunter could hear something issue from withing the beast chest "Its still mine.."

At that moment, the left arm came sweeping around and wrapped its titanic grip, painfully, around Hunter's leg. Were it not for the strength of his suit, the tension would be more then enough to buckle the knee and snap his thigh. Instead its plates and tubing just strained against the hold places around it, like a massive snake was coiling around it. The monsters chest opened, tearing like a great womb against the world and showering Hunter in flakes of blood and cast off organs. Craven's upper torso burst forth from within, wielding a long sharp blade from his forearm and dug it into Hunter's left shoulder.

The eruption scattering the blood formed attacks Hunter used and they were quickly swallowed by Craven in return.

Craven reached out and took hold of Hunters neck with his other arm, leveraging enough to make his weapon poke though the back of Hunter's armor."Even if you take it, it will always be mine.."

"Did they not tell you Hunter? Something that was a part of me, shall always remain a part of me.. there is no breaking that link.
Even as Hunter's reflexes kick in and he grabbed the arm stretched out for his neck. There was a sensation crawling up his arm, or inside his arm would be more precious. Like worms dancing on the underside of his skin, leaving a hot trail in their wake as they moved.

"The Foundation created me yes.. but as always they prove to be highly ineffective at doing the opposite. Blasting me with radiation, poisons, diseases, electrification.. it was fun, but it got extremely old and sadly.. so is this." Craven broke the tip of his blade off in Hunter's shoulder, with a sharp twist and the blunted end quickly formed back as another blade.

He aligned the blade with Hunter's chest and pulled back slightly "Do not worry, you will be some of my most fondest memories.. brother.." As Craven cocked his arm back all the way, a sound was issuing above the crumbling concrete and snapping bone. Some sound that was muffled but coming closer every second it was there and without warning, a beam of intense light blasted from over the roofs edges. In that split second, Hunter could see Craven's eyes redden as they attempted to shield his sight, but to no avail. A helicopter had swooped up from below the buildings edge and now had a large orbital light, fixed on the two.

His grip went lax as he recoiled from the blast of light, letting Hunter slip from his bonds and slump almost where he stood before. A voice began to boom though the air as it issued though a loud speaker "Halt, right were you are." Craven's eyes fully adjusted as he looked back, a thick red film swelling his vision with a red tint and he could see the Federations mark on the side.

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Even with the aid of the blood filming his eyes over and blotting out most of the light, the beam was so intense he could only look at it with a strong wince in his eyes. He could feel the sensation of his flesh wanting to boil in the intense light, though thankfully it was not direct sunlight and therefor just an irritation.

Those thoughts were short as a shot sounded from the side hatch of the helicopter, followed by a distinct pinch of pain somewhere on his own body. Though with the amount of mass he had produced to take this form, he knew that he had been hit. Several more shots rang out and thanks to the light, not even a muzzle flash could be seen beyond its halo. Now he was definitely sure that he was being hit and where, several rounds riddled across the back of his beast like form and the pain was now different. He did not know what they were using, but it burned and seared at his flesh. Tearing its way through his body and broiling where the round stopped, causing his body to frantically shift the invading piece outside of itself.

He looked at hunter, who had taken too his feet, despite the eight inch bone jutting from his shoulder. His body forming a thick sheet of bone in order to stop the rounds from penetrating, as he looked on. "Always something.. always another time." He realizes that his time is growing short, his body was shifting mass to grow the armor and right now its right side was beginning to wilt. Turning itself to ash as he could feel the life leaving it, never to return and grow again.

Craven grits his teeth and pools the last of his strength as he can feel life leaving most of his body. Grudgingly, he pulls a large section of his large arm back, chucking blocks of concrete towards the helicopter. Finding little purchase, but causing the pilot to pull away for several moments. He eyes locked on Hunter as the left arm dug into his body and gripped around himself and tearing the two bodies apart. With no words, he tore himself from his new shell and chucked his upper half from the roof. The larger sections quickly dissolving, burning away into ash as he cleared the edge. Laughing as he careened through the air and over the skyline lite night.

He fell for what seem like a full minute, knowing the building was high. Though he sadly underestimated its range and could only place a cringe on his face in anticipation of the impact, which turned out to be wetter then he initially thought.

Never did he expect to land in the fountain of a dinner club, though the water was only three feet deep and he found himself splitting the stone lining the bottom. As his mangled form floated up from the bottom and he could see a small crowd of faces gathered around, a waiter looked on and leaned in. The addled face of a wasted youth on him as he spouted some of the dumbest words ever heard in such a situation. "Dude.. Are you alright?" Craven floated there with just his torso and one arm and maybe even just a majority portion of his head, including the lack of depth perception. Which meant that either an eye was torn out, or burst in reaction too the impact. Despite that, he just looked back at the young man and spoke "Donner.. party of one." His arm burst from the waters surface, fingers snapping into place and wrapping around the mans throat "I'll have the carnivore special." He proceeds to draw the man in as his face warps open, becoming a gaping maw. The onlookers both, scream and run for their lives as his head burst like a ripe melon.

They ran as the commotion in the fountain sloshed and sprayed water in all directions, only for the action to slowly die and the sound of Craven's body settling to rise over the noise. Rising from the waters as they settle, Craven was looking refreshed, wiping the water from his face and head. He wore the pants of the waiter, though how he got them on while eating the waiter alive was a question better left unasked and despite the water, they were heavily stained red around the waist.

He looks up and notices the he fell through a veranda on the way down, still able to see the now, circling helicopter as it searched for him on the rooftop.

Barefooted he scrambled from the fountain and only stopping to yank a coat from the suspended wrack. Tearing through the reception door and out into the street, speeding down an adjacent alleyway.