[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]