re: fake hunters

So, what's this we have here? A kid with a shotgun callin' himself Hunter, thinkin' he can wave his boom stick at the lovely lady he thinks is a vampire and not get his ass run into the ground? That's cute. Tell me, buddo, pal, friend, what makes you call yourself a Hunter? 'Cause according to my Sight, you're nothin' but a regular punk.

What's that? What do I mean, Sight? Oh, friendo, that's just sad. I bet you can't remember seein' a rampagin' werewolf, can you? Not that you'd live through it if you did, the way you just up and approached my girlfriend without thinkin' about the consequences. No one who's just a mortal like you can, that's how it works. I bet you don't get the voices in your head, do you? Never got a single lick of advice from the Messengers? Not even an imbuin'. Oh, you poor, poor thing.

The fuck do you mean what kinda monster am I? Oh, oh you're a cheeky fucker aren'tcha. I get it. Here I am, swoopin' in to save the day, and you go and you call me a monster. Gotta admit it's different. That don't mean it's appreciated. Normally, I'd tell you you don't wanna be what I am, but frankly? You'd be better off if you're gonna try and do what you're doin'. Christ, at least I got somethin' to back me up. What do you got? You got a shotgun and a lot of nerve comin' after her.

Listen. Whatever led you down this road, forget you saw it. Go back to livin' a normal life, or you're gonna get shredded to ribbons. And not just from vampires and werewolves, y'hear me? Don't poke the Mage, don't harrass the Freehold, just go back to a normal life.

Oh, you won't take advice from monsters? Alright. We'll do this the old fashioned way. While we were talkin', I took that shotgun. You got three seconds to run before I grind your ass into the pavement.

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