*He winces as he backs up slightly, bulking up as he does so* I have NO IDEA what the old blood is. *Three arms protrude from his back, attached to them a large cannon, which fires a large iron ball at you*

[u]Dodging to the left to avoid the large ball, the edge of it clips his left leg. With a crack and a ripping sound, the shattered bone bursts out from under the skin. Rolling as he falls, Lothran whips out the beast cutter and slices with all of his might at close range, the whole device a blur of motion.[/u] "[i]AND SO YOU REVEAL YOUR TRUE COLORS, CELESTIAL BEING! YOU PLEAD YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THE OLD BLOOD, AND YET YOU USE IT TO AID IN TRANSFORMATION?! YOU ARE A DISGRACE EVEN FOR YOUR OWN KIND![/i]"

*he groans as he takes a few steps back, his chest splitting open slightly revealing green acidic blood* It's an electric stimulant you asshole! *He quickly rushes at you, it's obvious that he is trying to ram you*

[u]Woth a sudden burst of speed, Lothran jumps towards the left, Mortar barely missing him as his starts to stand up. Where the bone had burst from the the skin before was now a large white spot, but the kneecap was still disfigured and mashed, as if healed in a rushed manner. He wobbles, obviously in a large amount of pain.[/u] "[i]Rushed rally healing. If I get a hit off right after you hit me-[/i]" [u]He slams his fist into the leg, locking it into a straight position so he could stand fully. The leg is bruised and red, as if bleeding from the inside.[/u] "[i]I can reverse wounds in a rushed heal. Sadly, it's not exactly the best way to heal, as it messes up quite a lot in the rush...[/i]" [u]He slams the club head down, locking it back into a solid whip. Drawing his pistol, he takes a tired stance, trying to keep the delicate bones from shattering once more.[/u]

Let's see if you can heal from this. *He fires a cannon shot into the air like a mortar. It explodes in the clouds and sends small bits of shrapnel in your direction. He reforms about forty feet away*

[u]Cursing, Lothran jumps to the side speeding for cover as fast as he can. Bits and pieces of shrapnel slice into his legs, causing small spurts of blood to form in his clothing. A large chunk of steel flies towards his face, which he attempts to block with his Beast cutter. Knocked back by the impact, the club bashes into his mask with a crash. He flies backwards behind a parked carriage, his body crashing onto the pavement. As he stands back up using the club as a pseudo-cane, a piece of his mask falls off. Underneath reveals the eye of a blood-drunk hunter, covered in a milky yellow tint. As for his skin, well... It's pale white tint is peppered with white scars and stretch marks from forced healing. His eyebrow is a deep black, presumably the same color as the rest of his hair. Standing up, he holsters his pistol and sheathes his Beast cutter. Snapping his fingers, four small creatures simply known as messengers crawl out from a portal, begging him for what seem to be orders. He gives them a nod, and they disappear once more.[/u] "[i]You... You are a disgrace and a monstrosity to all I stand for. Your damned society's quest to ascend to godhood that gave birth to you poisoned us with your putrid blood, worshipped by the masses and leading to the fall of Yharnam and the spread of the plague. If I have to beat you to pieces with only my hands and tools of a hunter-[/i]" [u]The messengers return, holding a massive package in their hands. Turning around, Lothran unboxes whatever it is and attaches it to his arm, it's massive figure covered by his cape.[/u] "[i]Then I will do what I must.[/i]" [u]Turning around, his cape reveals a massive church cannon attached to his arm, the barrel the size of a large cannon. Aiming it at Mortar, he pulls a trigger and it explodes in a mass of flames, a massive cannonball engulfed in fire flying towards Mortar's chest and head.[/u]

*Mortar runs backwards to gain more distance between you and him as he fires a cannonball from his cannon, the two balls exploding in the middle. You stare at him as he starts growing larger, his head turning more dragon-like, his feet become talons, his arms the size of tree trunks, and four leathery wings sprout from his back. He is fifty feet tall as he looks down at you* I HAVE NO -blam!-ING IDEA WHAT YOU'RE SAYING, YOUR BELIEFS ARE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM MINE!

[u]Dodging into an alleyway for cover, Lothran slams his back against the wall as he grimaces in pain. Reloading the cannon, he pears out from around the corner to get an idea of where Mortar is. Stuffing a massive cannonball down the barrel of the cannon, he dashes out into the open.[/u] "[i]JUST BECAUSE ONE BELIEVES A DIFFERENT THING, IT DOES NOT MAKE THE TRUTH ANY LESS THEN IT WAS AND IS![/i]" [u]He fires the cannon, a massive blast of steel firing towards the large beasts face. The cannon had enough power to easily blow through a two foot steel wall and still continue on.[/u]

[[spoiler]I honestly don't know how to respond to this because you ignored my attack.[/spoiler]

Oh, sorry, I'll fix that