The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 4: Code: Prey Denied!

"Hahahaha... Hohohohoho..." like the Joker, a slow, sarcastic laugh came from the shadows, and with slow steps, the appeared figure clapped, stopping the fallen before she could finish her task.

"Who is that!? Show yourself!" Raynare's stopped, glaring towards the shadow where the evil snicker came.

"Ahh! What a lovely night! Don't you think, my lady?" a voice came from the shadow, a mysterious figure stepped forward, and with him, slowly, the mist started to flood the area. An ominous fog seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

"Who the hell are you..!?"

Even at night, his cool trench coat was black enough to look like it swallows even darkness, looking like a gentleman from the second half of the 19th century. Yes! It was akin to Victorian clothing — men used to wear around one hundred and fifty years ago — he wore. Little bit modernized to fit better the current age, around his waist and across his body, the belts filled with shiny silvery knives, giving the appeared man an ominous appearance.

Issei forced himself to sit up, his stomach still bleeding, but it was only a gash, and although the pain was searing, and his body could barely move, he did his best to inspect his savior better.

"Who... Who is that!?"

The figure was once cool, and scary, like a villain from a movie, or even from a dark anime.

Looking at him, the man before them looked not like a savior, but a vigilante of some kind, one may even call him a villain.

"Who the hell...?!" the fallen wanted to swear, but the appeared figure raised his index, stopping her.

"Please stop... don't ruin the moment! The code of gentleman says, be patient." his voice deep, like it went through a voice filter to distort the sound of the owner, looking towards the full moon.

"This is...!?" Issei's eyes widened, finding the man somewhat familiar from this close. "Is he?!" for now, he somehow regained the control over his body, all of his being trembling — both exhaustion and excitement ran through his veins. His guts still throbbing in pain.

"Now then..." the Victorian man clapped the end of his elegant walking cane on the concrete. "May I ask, what are you doing under the pale moonlight, my dear lady? Hunting humans? One can spend better their night than doing this."

"Who the hell are you to decide that, filthy human? What the hell do you think yourself disturbing my hunt!?" Yuuma, aka Raynare, was confused and offended at the same time.

This one before she felt like a human, yet, she was no fool to be careless. The boy caused enough trouble as it is.

"Do you think yourself some kind of vigilante?! Your carrier will be a short one if you stand in my way! Piss off! Or I will crush you!" she warned, her tone venomous.

"Fufufufu... hunt? It was more like your prey beating you up pretty badly. I am sorry, that was unruly." pointed out the shady one sarcastic, right away apologizing.

Issei just gulped. Yeah, "he" dominated her pretty bad. And although he had no idea where he got that power, or where those moves came from, he indeed dominated the fight. Now thinking of it, he was rather cool.

"Even in the end, I was hit by her..."

Now he felt like he ran dozens of kilometers, grabbing his stomach painfull.

"Bleurgh!" Even vomiting, his endurance indeed pretty bad. "If I survive this. I swear! I will train some more..." the vomit and his helplessness left a sour taste in his mouth.