Mad Hatter's Guide to Clearing The Game

The Revenant lunged, and Miles barely had time to react before its many limbs blurred toward him, moving faster than anything that size should be capable of.

Instinct screamed at him to move, and he threw himself backward just as a serrated claw slammed into the ground where he had stood a split second ago, sending metal shards and dust flying.

The air burned. A static hum crackled around the Revenant’s form, distorting the space near it.

Kurt moved before Miles could fully recover, his knives flashing as he closed the distance. He wasn’t aiming for deep wounds, no.

He knew better than that by now. Instead, his blades danced along the Revenant’s outstretched limbs, aiming for the joints, slicing through the thin webbing of metallic chitin that connected its unnatural extensions.

Then, Kurt’s hit landed.

One of the Revenant’s arms jerked, black liquid spraying onto the floor, sizzling as it ate through the rusted metal. But the creature did not react the way a normal enemy would. It did not falter, did not flinch. It merely adjusted, its hollow, helmet-like face turning toward Kurt with something that almost felt like amusement.

Then, it retaliated.

Miles watched as a limb shot out toward Kurt with a speed that should not have been possible. But Kurt was faster. He flipped sideways, narrowly avoiding the swipe, using the momentum to plant his foot against a rusted pillar and propel himself back toward the creature, and immediately after that, there was a gunshot.

A violet streak of energy erupted from his revolver, aimed directly at the Revenant’s exposed wound. The bullet struck true, sending a visible shock through its form. The creature convulsed, limbs twitching violently.

But then, it spoke.