Horace a été surprise par la fureur de la bataille de Berserker de Gemma, elle a tué la bête même qu'il voulait abattre.
Une fois que la poussière s'est installée, il a attendu de voir s'il y aurait d'autres créatures les attaquant, quand il n'est plus venu, il s'est assoupli de l'adrénaline de la bataille et a commencé à assainir les dégâts. Sasha allait avoir besoin d'être pris en charge, sa blessure allait le tuer si ce n'était pas immédiatement travaillé. Les autres étaient un peu plus ou moins bien sans blessure majeure.
Avec la bataille haute mourant tout le monde allait bientôt entrer dans un labyrinthe et cela allait être contre-productif.
"Quiconque connaît assez bien la pratique médicale pour arranger Sasha?" il a demandé au groupe de leur donner quelque chose sur lequel travailler pour les maintenir en route. "Ysran, vous semblez un peu pratiqué en coupant les choses, pouvez-vous aussi vous arranger?"
Horace se référait à l'expertise avec laquelle il avait disséqué le poisson, il espérait que les compétences d'Ysran variaient assez bien pour sauver une vie, même s'il tournait les yeux vers les filles pour voir si elles allaient se lancer. Peut-être que l'un d'eux était une infirmière ou quelque chose comme ça.
« Je sais que je ne peux pas l'aider, alors je vais chercher l'autre femme et vérifier ce qui lui est arrivé », a-t-il dit en laissant le groupe prendre son bâton brûlant avec lui. C'était un éclairage terrible car il diminuait constamment, mais certains éclairages étaient meilleurs qu'aucun.
Il marchait dans la direction des bêtes et n'était pas surpris de trouver Susan dans une piscine de son propre sang, son cadavre était encore très chaud donnant la feinte de la vie. Il ferma les yeux et, pendant un moment, ses yeux s'interrogeaient sur son corps, une telle honte que la femme avait été un regardeur. Il a pensé à l'enterrer, mais ce serait un exercice long, au lieu de cela, il serait préférable de la crémater, il pourrait attirer d'autres prédateurs, mais ils seraient serrés pour le temps, peu importe et trouver de la nourriture et un abri demain prendrait plus de priorité.
Il grandit distrait par le cadavre et se trouva en train de passer la main dessus sentant les blessures créées par la bête, la féminité de la femme était convaincante, mais son intérêt était de savoir à quel point la bête avait été précise. Elle avait reçu un coup fatal presque instantanément, une telle attaque surprise était incroyable. Les bêtes ne s'étaient pas montrées difficiles à affronter une fois face à la tête, mais ce niveau d'attaque suggère qu'elles étaient capables d'une plus grande coordination. Peut-être que ce qu'ils avaient tué étaient des chasseurs non-saisonnés.
Name: Sasha Belov
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Nationality: Russian
Appearance:
Sasha is a very large, muscular man. He stands at six foot seven, has pale skin and dirty blonde hair that is kept in a neat buzz cut. His eyes are a gray-ish blue, and usually cold in appearance. They go just right with his perpetual frown. Sasha has several tattoos, one being the simplified bird seen in this picture. Another notable tattoos is a compass that points West on his left chest, and a line of words in Russian on his arm, opposite of the bird. The words are now difficult to read due to a scar from a knife wound that runs right through the middle of them.
They say you can tell a lot about a person by the scars they have, and Sasha's tell of a hard, painful life. There's a perfect line going down his lower abdomen, with dots on either side of it, left over from an emergency surgery he had to have to have bullets removed and organs repaired. On his arms, there are several slim, slightly raised scars from fights involving knives. There are an array of bald patches on his legs from where shrapnel from an road mine was removed with a pair of tweezers and rubbing alcohol. The most noticeable are the scars that cover a good portion of his back, slightly raised and faded from several laser surgeries to keep them from hindering his range of motion. They look like they were from some sort of chemical burn.
Other: Sasha speaks with a Russian accent. He speaks several European languages fluently, Russian and English being his best of course.
Skills: Your usual military training applies. He's proficient with most guns, but is particularly skilled at hand to hand combat. Has been known for one punch knock outs. He also has some experience in leadership.
History:
Sasha grew up in Kazan, Russia. His mother overdosed when Sasha was 5. He was left to be raised by his father, who fell into depression after the loss of his wife. His father wasn't the kindest, and often times was abusive. After Sasha's mother had died, he had essentially lost interest in being a father. He would often invite his loud and obnoxious friends over to watch soccer games, drink, and play poker while Sasha hid in his room and pretended not to exist. Sasha wanted to get out of the house as soon as he could, and joining the military seemed like the best option. However, Sasha had something of an authority issue when he was younger. His father's poor job of raising him had turned him into a rebellious punk.
After six years of service, Sasha slowly lost some of that punk kid attitude. He was eventually promoted to a second lieutenant and given his own, small platoon. They were deployed to Ukraine, where Sasha and his men were given orders that went against his own set of personal morals. When he refused to carry them out, he was threatened with everything in the book: treason, discharge, prison, the works. Instead, he just quit. Sasha and several of his men went AWOL. He picked up work as a mercenary, doing things that he knew he wouldn't lose sleep over. Most of the time, he does dirty work for various governments who didn't want to wait around and get things done the 'diplomatic' way.
Sasha was in the middle of a contract job in the Middle East when he disappeared. His men have no idea where he's gone, and they assumed that he was captured by the enemy somehow.