"Fuck you! That hurt!" Brandon hissed in pain as he spiraled through the air.
The three Bloodborne dove right after his flailing figure…
He gritted his teeth. "Fuck this! Equip!"
And with a brilliant sheen, an exoskeletal armor crawled across his frame, encasing him in its resplendent hold.
"You think armor will change anything!" A female Bloodborne mocked.
Blood flowed through the air, funneling into their frames, their auras burning brighter.
"Hmph, we'll s—" Brandon's words were cut short as he suddenly found himself frozen, as though time itself had halted.
'No, a gene skill,' he hissed in realization…
The three whipped through the air, chilling grins stretched across their now inhuman lips.
Attacks converged, and by the time Brandon felt the lock vanish, they were already upon him.
A claw tore into his sides, but his genetic armor resisted the shredding force. The blunt impact, however, channeled into his ribs.
