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Tension grows between me and the hunter. Our operations have crossed paths one to many times and Raziel dosn't seem too happy about it. At midnight, the hunter approached my watch post, not with the intent to fight, but a deal rather... a challenge. But not just any chalenge, it was a challenge of endurance and bowel stregnth, 'twas a DRINKING CONTEST! I tried my hardest, but this guy is a natural drunk. The hunter being drunk, couldn't fly home with the risk of getting a FWI(flying while intoxicated), so I took him back to my place. When he he was finnaly able to stumble into the door, he let loose. Whatever he ate the day before was now all over the floor, he spent thirty minutes running around my house barfing. Out of his little drunkworld, he said something with some amount of competence, a true challenge swords and might. Without a moment to waste, I prepared to leave, just as I was able to shift forms, he unloaded the rest of his innards on me as I blew away. I can't defeat a vampire by sword alone, no, I would need to study on it, and get the proper gear. Newly armed with my crossbow and gauntlet blade, i train countless hours for I know victory is in my grasp. The wagers haven't been set yet, but the hunter may know something about my father's killer... only one more reson I must win.



To be continued