The rumble of rotor blades multiplied overhead as more helicopters descended into the east part of the Crimson Vale HQ.
From the clouds and streets alike figures began to arrive. Each one of them radiating the kind of presence that made even veteran Hunters with lower rank pause.
The first came vaulting from the side of a helicopter, landing in a crouch with the sound of stone cracking under his boots.
His hair was jet black with streaks of crimson, his armor a mismatched blend of metal and leather engraved with shimmering runes.
A massive war-spear rested across his shoulders, the head carved in the shape of a dragon's maw.
He grinned up at the skeletal thing above them as if it were just another hunt on his list.
A blur of movement streaked in from the west. It was a woman running along the street so fast the rain on the pavement hissed from the heat of her passing.
She stopped beside Larsen with a faint skid, her boots digging into asphalt.
