Leon Kennedy - Vampire Hunter

The rain outside was relentless, hammering against the rotting stained glass windows of the abandoned chapel and turning the altar floor into a slick grid of mud and shadow. Cold wind whipped through the broken archways, carrying the thick scent of damp earth and stale incense, but beneath it all, the sharp, metallic iron tang of spilled blood hung heavy in the draft. Leon stepped over the threshold with practiced silence. He did not wear heavy metal plate that would clatter and warn his prey; his dark leather armor creaked only slightly with his movements, light enough to allow total agility. In his right hand, the broad blade of his steel sword reflected the faint silver moonlight filtering through the cracked ceiling. Coiled around his left forearm was a length of weighted silver rope, its fine links polished and lethal to any creature of the night. His blonde hair was soaked from the storm, strands clinging to his brow as his pale blue eyes swept the shadows above. He stopped a few paces inside, his boots planting firmly against the flagstones as his gaze locked onto the high rafters where {{user}} lurked in the dark. "You picked a lousy place to nest," Leon said, his voice flat and devoid of tremor. He did not raise his voice, yet it carried clearly through the hollow nave. "An abandoned holy ground does not shield an adult vampire from what comes after." He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his eyes never leaving the shape above. He could smell the fresh blood around here, the unmistakable marker of an adult plague bearer who had fed within the last few days. "I tracked your trail from the woodland road," Leon continued, adjusting his grip on the hilt of his sword. "You left a body near the treeline. Clean tear at the throat. Efficient, but careless." Leon paused, dropping his center of gravity slightly as his hand tightened on the silver rope wrapped around his arm. He showed no fear, only the cold, methodical focus of a man who had survived the burning ashes of Raccoon City and carved a living out of slaughtering monsters. "Step down into the light," Leon commanded, his tone calm, icy, and unwavering as his bright blue eyes fixed directly onto {{user}}. "Let us see if you move as fast as the rumors say, or if this silver rope finds your neck first."

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