A lone man ran across the rooftops in a series of fluid leaps, landing in a way that seemed to cost him almost no momentum before continuing his dash.
He had a broad, flat brimmed hat that was angled to cover his eyes from view. His clothing was almost all the same color, a dark brown not unlike darkened leather. On the figure’s left hip was a thin bladed rapier, and the left hand held a machine pistol. An assortment of pouches circled his leather belt, which seemed to be made out of the same leather that made an X across his chest. This part had slots for a few clips of ammunition, a dagger, a few vials of liquid, and a few other items useful in his line of work.
He flinched as the sound of a siege tank firing its payload reached his ears.
In any other situation he would be helping the militia fight, but his mission had to come first. Besides, the Brothers had told him that VanHelsing and many other hunters would be taking the field against the werewolves. If VanHelsing couldn't hold them off with help then there was probably nothing he could do.
The man stopped running rather suddenly at the edge of a rooftop. He had arrived at this objective. He took a step off the roof and landed gracefully on the ground. He then turned around so he was facing the house's door. The place looked normal enough, but he could feel the taint within... Definitely the correct place. There was a quiet shing as he drew his rapier from its scabbard.
He pointed his machine pistol at the lock and shot it once before kicking in the door. Four rapid steps later he was inside. "The Inquisition has found you. Submit and your judgement will be painless."
The door squeaked as an unseen force shut it behind the man, leaving the room totally devoid of light. A woman's unpleasant laughter filled the room. "Oh, 'The Inquisition has found you' I'm absolutely terrified. Scared stiff! They sent a whole one man to kill me. Absolutely terrifying." The laughter filled the room again, this time more mocking.
The man remained still. "So you refuse to submit?"
The laugh died out. "You inquisitors are no fun. DIE WITCH HUNTER!" The man rolled to one side as a hex hit the door, leaving a significant dent and the smell of charring.
The inquisitor raised his pistol and fired a small burst at the laughing witch. The muzzle flash illuminated his face, revealing both eyes had been bandaged. The witch hunter was blind. The witch for her part, had a ward ready and the bullets bounced off it in varying directions.
The witch screamed when she saw his face. "Traitor! You were Mordra's pet! She gave you many gifts and you turned on her!"
The silence stretched in the once again dark room. The man could not do much when the witch had a ward up. Sure he could bring them down easily enough, but he would be vulnerable while he did so. Might as well speak of the past... as unpleasant as that was... she would lower her guard a bit. "Mordra's gifts took my eyes from me witch! Though I do not contest that the things she gave me are great, I will never see the smile of a friend again. Besides, she made me to kill the rest of you."
"Lies!" Hissed the witch.
The witch hunter's voice remained calm. "Truth. You know how ambitious Mordra was. She was making me so that I could kill the coven head for her. Why else would you give a servant so much strength and speed if not to kill your enemies?"
The witch hissed at him. "You turned on her! Killed her mercilessly like the animal you are. You deserve no pity."
The witch hunter smiled invisibly in the darkness. "She was as cruel to her pets as you are... Dara of the Nine Eyes Coven."
The witch roared in rage and dropped her wards so she could curse the man in front of her to a slow death. The bullets reached her first. The roar was cut short as holes were ripped into her lungs by the bullet's passage. She fell to the ground with her mouth open like that of a fish, trying to force air into her damaged lungs. Blood began to pool beneath her.
The witch hunter walked over, deftly avoiding furniture he could not see. He crouched beside the gasping woman. "I remove your taint from this world. May you find peace in spite of your deeds." He sheathed his sword before reaching down and snapped the woman's neck.
He tuned and left the room, leaving the blood of Dara of the Nine Eyes Coven to pool on the floor.