Dealing with a Revenant is Never Easy, Stark Contemplate While Reloading his Revolver.

Owen looked at him anxiously and Mumbled at him. "Captain, Why the Backup still hasn't Arrived, We might Lost more Men..."

"Focus. Don't Give up yet," Carter assured his Shaken Teamate. "This Revenant seems to be Capable of Creating an Illusion. Maybe the Moment we enter the House we might be already in His trap."

"Do you Have any Plan Carter?" Stark said in Serious Voice. "We Just need to Create A Pinch call so that The Fragment outside Will detect it." Carter Advised.

"We need--"

A Long flesh Suddenly extends from the Hand of Gerald. Stark quickly ducked his head. A strand of his Brown hair gets Slash like a Grass."You're trying to Buy time... Why are you so Impatient?" He said in a provoking Manner.

I almost Lost my Head... Stark thought While Retreating back. "Owen, And Carter Avoid Getting too close to him." The two nodded.

"This annoying Huntsman ... I'm simply trying to make this Party More interesting... So why are you so Impatient!"

Gerald Quickly Sprint towards Stark. He uses his Sharp claw to Stab stark Stomach. Stark Swiftly reacts. He pushes his feet to the ground to Gain distance. The Wind Whistle on Gerald Swing.

He's fast... Not only that He can even Use illusion to deceive us. Stark Analyze his Opponent. If I'm not An experienced Fighter.. I might already die.

"You dodge that?? Good-good...." Gerald Smirk with a Creepy Vibe. A loud bang suddenly Rang out. Owen shot Gerald in the head. "This annoying Mongrel..." Stark Said while Turning his Head. His Right hand suddenly extends. But before it can even reach Owen. Carter Slash his Hand and retreated.

"..." Gerald is in silence. The veins in his forehead are bulging. His demeanor suddenly changed. "Another one Keep appearing..... I'm getting Irritated.." While Gerald is speaking. Stark Turn towards Carter and Owen and signal Them. Both nodded. We need to buy time to let Wright Complete his Spell. Otherwise I might need to use "That" Stark Ponder.

"Who should I Kill fir--" Stark Raise his Revolver and shoot. Gerald simply turned his head sideways. "That is a bit rude..." Gerald Grunted. Using Revolver at this point is useless. I need him to get distracted. Stark Put his Revolver on his Waist. He then looks at Carter and signals him. Both of them Took a Large stride to close the Gap between them and Gerald. When they were both near Gerald, Stark did a roundhouse punch. Gerald Raise his Right hand And Parry it. He Counter by Using His Left Claw to Stab Stark-But Carter Whistle his Dagger on the wind to Cut His left hands. Stark quickly pulled back his punch And both of them retreated. After this Quick Exchange. Both of them Took a Large step to Gain distance. But When Gerald is about to Chase Them. Owen shot him again.

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"Experience never betrayed..." Gerald picks up his left hand And Ignore the Gun wound on his head and puts his left hand back again like nothing happens. "And you," Gerald turned and looked towards Owen. "Aren't you a bit too complace...?" Gerald Hurl towards him with a Malice.

Shit...! Why did he have to shoot him... We can handle him... This Greenhorn. Carter Quickly Tried to Assist Owen. Stark didn't stand still, he Sprint Towards Owen to save him.

Owen Felt a Goosebumps, he Reacted quickly ran to avoid The Monster attack. He knows he can't fight it. When he was about to turn, he felt a pain in his Abdomen. When he looks down He sees a Blue Sleeve stab in it. "This.... No...." Owen utters Hoarse while his Body is Trembling.

"Don't worry, This Death fits you... Mongrel."

Gerald Said in a Hush voice. He opened his Mouth wide. A Long jagged of Rotten teeth Circle around the roof. Owen turns and looks at Stark with a Weary eye, He Speaks in a Shaky tone "Captain.... Say goodbye to my mot--" Gerald shallow his head.

Stark and Carter stop. They simply Groan, as they know nothing can be done.

"You Huntsman are Better than I thought, I'm done Playing, Aren't Bit too curious as to why the Spell still hasn't gotten chanted?" Gerald Said while licking the Blood on his Lips.

"There is no Wright, He's already dead the Moment he Master bedroom with the other one. As for you , You're tricky," He points to Carter. "I simply want to Raise your all Hope and Crush it"

Stark then speaks to Carter with a hush voice. "Buy me time I'm going to use it." Carter looked shocked but quickly recovered and Nodded. Stark reaches down on his Jet black Trench Coat-He pulls out a Black Cigar case, It looks very Ominous.

Carten chanted a spell in a Quick manner "Orax... Bless me with your Vigorous strength." Carter's body suddenly gets filled by a Weird Energy.

Stark starts to chant a spell "Sivir.... Cora.." Gerald Suddenly felt the whole Garden Temperature had gone down. He Focus his attention on the two Huntsman. The one Holding an ominous Black Ciger case. A trace of Cold air is Leaking from it. Why is that thing there...? I Must stop him... He urgently Sprinted to the Man.

But Gerald is stopped when he Got Hinder by Someone with a Long Black Hair. scar Run down from the Face of the Man. Gerald tried to swing his Very long claw at the Man but it's in vain. Carter dodged to his Left, just Barely. Gerald Twist his Body and Did A cross punch but It still won't connect.

The man Simply Go behind his Back thus Leaving his Back open. The Man Didn't let go of this Chance and Stab him. But Gerald Simply Ignore him, He Run towards Stark, Who Just Finish his Chanting. "Open." A Cold breeze runs throughout the Garden, Freezing The Flower. Gerald Struggle to move. His Body oozes Steam. Soon his Body got Smaller, And smaller till it Became a Small Squirming Flesh. Stark Walk to look down on a Lying Squirming Flesh-Barely Clinging on life. It was Gerald.

"This one Tough." Carter said with a Weary voice. "Let's report this to The Erus." Said by Stark while Pulling out a Black box With a Weird Symbol on the top. It looks like Thorn Warping around the Hand.

"Let's start the Sealing process" Stark bent Down and pulled out a three Small candle on his Pants Pocket. He put them down. The Three Candle Form a Triangle, On the Middle lay a Squirming Flesh. "Bless Us... Orax... Nemesis of the Abyss.. Seal this Fiendish thing in your Kingdom..." The Black Box Eerie Box Open. The inside of it is a white cloth.

Then the Box started Pulling the Squirming flesh. like it was about to Eat him. Black transparent Shackle forms around it. Soon The Squirming flesh stops. He quietly lay on the White cloth. The box closes.