Chapter 3
The bar stood frozen for a breath. Trevor exhaled sharply, as if this was all just a great inconvenience, before muttering, "Here we go again." And then all twenty-three men lunged at him. The first to move was the fat man, his massive fist swinging toward Trevor's jaw. Trevor swayed back at the last second, the punch grazing his chin. Before the fat man could retract his arm, Trevor seized him by the collar and drove a hard right into his gut, making him wheeze. Without missing a beat, Trevor shoved him back into the approaching mob.
A man with a scar across his forehead leaped forward, swinging a wooden stool. Trevor ducked under it, the stool splintering against the wall. He rose sharply, his fist cracking against the scarred man's nose. Blood spurted as the man crumpled, but before Trevor could reset his stance, another grabbed him from behind in a bear hug. Trevor grunted, stomping down hard on the man's foot. The grip loosened just enough for him to twist free. He threw his head back, smashing into the man's face, sending him stumbling into another attacker.
A wiry man with a dagger lunged at Trevor from the left. Trevor side-stepped the thrust, grabbed the man's wrist, and twisted violently. The dagger clattered to the floor as the man yelped in pain. Trevor sent him flying backward with a brutal knee to the stomach. Meanwhile, Levi leaned slightly to the side, avoiding a man who had just been hurled in his direction. He calmly sipped his drink.
Another attacker—a burly man with thick arms—charged at Trevor like a bull. Trevor planted his feet and pivoted at the last moment, letting the man stumble past before smashing his elbow into the back of his head. The burly man collapsed onto a table, sending mugs and plates flying. A bottle whizzed through the air. Trevor barely had time to move, the glass shattering against his shoulder. He hissed as ale soaked into his coat. "Fucking hell," he muttered, shaking off the pain.
Two men rushed him at once. Trevor grabbed a nearby chair and swung it hard, the legs catching one of them square in the ribs. The man yelped, toppling over. The second man threw a punch, which Trevor blocked before driving a hook into the man's jaw, sending him spinning onto the floor. Something hard cracked against his back—a club. Trevor groaned, stumbling forward. A pair of hands grabbed his coat, trying to drag him down. Trevor dropped his weight suddenly, making the attacker lose balance before elbowing him in the face.
Another tried to tackle him. Trevor caught him by the shirt, swung him around, and hurled him straight into another charging attacker. Both men collapsed onto a table, groaning. A sharp fist struck Trevor's side. He gritted his teeth, rolling with the impact. He turned just in time to catch another punch, twisting the man's wrist and throwing him headfirst into the bar counter.
Someone leaped at him from behind, wrapping their arms around his throat in a chokehold. Trevor staggered, gasping, before slamming his elbow into the attacker's ribs repeatedly until the grip loosened. He flipped them over his shoulder and onto the wooden floor with a heavy thud. The remaining men hesitated, catching their breath. The fight had gone from a confident brawl to a desperate struggle. Despite the numbers, despite being somewhat drunk, Trevor hadn't just held his ground—he was winning.
Levi casually moved out of the way as another man went flying past him, crashing into a barrel. He observed the fight with mild interest, plucking at the strings of his guitar idly. The fat man, still recovering, wiped the blood from his nose, glaring up at Trevor. "Fucking bastard," he spat.
Trevor cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders. He was bruised, bloodied, and his coat was torn in places, but he was still standing. "Well," he drawled, shaking his hand loose. "Anyone else?" The remaining men exchanged uncertain glances. Silence settled over the bar, broken only by the groans of the fallen and the flickering of the fire before he looked at Levi, who was momentarily confused for a second before he put away his guitar. "Yeah, no, I dont like to hand-to-hand combat. It's not my main strength," he said as he handed Trevor the ale. He barely took a sip of his own ale before he said, "Thanks for the show," which made Trevor chuckle for a minute as he downed the ale before he ran after Levi.
"So, bard, where are you headed?" he asked as Levi sighed. "Gresit," he said, taking Trevor aback, who said, "Didn't you just hear what the sheep fucker said? The horde is there," which made Levi smile as he turned around while walking back. "Exactly, I want to see this horde that people are so afraid of," he said, which earned a groan from Trevor, who said, "You think night creatures are tales for you to write your songs about? They are dangerous," he warned as Levi replied, "They better be. Anyways, my name is Levi, by the way. Why don't you guide me to Gresit? I doubt people would welcome you after what happened now," he introduced himself. Trevor sighed before he did the same. "Trevor Belmont, of House Belmont, the last son of the monster hunters," which earned him a curious look from Levi, who asked, "Do you happen to have powers or gifts or spells to fight against monsters?" Trevor groaned as he said.
"That would have been convenient. Sadly, I am not a Speaker, so I can't cast spells. All I have is a whip and a short sword, but that seemed to be enough to do the trick," he said, making Levi nod as he and Trevor set off to Gresit, which was a city under siege and in a state of panic. The atmosphere was tense, with residents fearful due to nightly attacks by Dracula's forces. The city showed signs of distress, with damaged structures and a pervasive sense of dread as heads were literally spiked on the walls using a wooden pike. "This seems excessive," Levi said as Trevor sighed. "Well, Dracula seems to be dead set on avenging his wife," he said, earning a curious gaze from Levi, but he didn't pursue it as they entered the city despite its barricades. Well, a more appropriate word would be snuck in through the sewers. On the side of the city, it was as depressing as it was on the outside, making Levi comment.
"Talk about a great depression," as Trevor chuckled. "Tell me about it," as they arrived at the city center, where there was a market—a very depressing one—as Trevor suggested they split up, which Levi agreed with. Plus, he needed to explore this new world or time as much as he could, which he did. Most of the city was destroyed, with poorly barricaded homes showing signs of blood. There was also a bridge where, underneath it, large bodies of dead people were dumped, and more, before Levi decided to call it quits. "Yeah, this shit of a city is depressing as fuck," he cursed as someone sat beside him, which turned out to be a woman.
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A/N guess who the woman is?