The moment the old wood on the hallway floor creaked, the duvet covering the two half-beasts flew up. Luke jumped out of bed and opened the door quickly. He knew that the Hotelier was stepping first with his heel on the floor and then with the rest of his foot, but the person snooping around the room was stepping on his toes, obviously wanting to make as little noise as possible.
As soon as Luke opened the door, he looked up and down the hall, and saw a dark cloak turn the right corner. Luke didn't know who it could be, whether it was some perverted hotel guest or a spy, so he immediately started running after the person, barefoot and shirtless, wearing only his black pants.
The hooded person was fast, very fast. With great skill and wit, the person moved easily through the long corridors of the hotel, which could easily become a maze if Luke wasn't attentive to details.
The half-wolf wasn't bothering to make any noise, so he was even faster than usual. However, just using speed didn't seem like it would work, because the hooded person had a large advantage, which increased more and more as they chose where to go, following the paths that made the pursuit more difficult for Luke, such as narrow corridors and lobbies voids. The hotel looked even bigger on the inside than it was on the outside.
Luke needed to take action if he wanted to capture the person. At one point, he simply stopped in the middle of a corridor, letting the spy weave through the corridors until he was out of sight.
The hooded person turned his head back when he stopped listening to the half-wolf's footsteps, in order to make sure he had really given up.
'Heh, heh! That was... scary!' The spy thought and smiled with excitement.
However, Luke wouldn't let someone who was stalking him get away so easily. He just let the spy get some distance. Luke didn't necessarily need to see, his other heightened senses could do that too, so he used the distance the spy got to his advantage, predicting where he would go, and the outcome of the chase's end became obvious. Luke surprised the spy by suddenly appearing in front of him with a serious face.
The person's hood flew back as he tried to brake, revealing the face of a young woman with dry hair and rough skin.
"How do you--" She tried to say, but before she could say more, Luke grabbed the collar of the black cloak she was wearing and threw it against the wooden wall.
The spy gasped the moment her back hit the wall hard, and her eyes widened. In her mind, only one question proliferated at that time:
'Who is this guy?'
"Who are you? And why were you spying on us?!" The half-wolf questioned.
The woman took advantage of the fact that Luke was using only one of her hands to hold her high by the neck and kicked him in the chest, managing to push him away and free herself.
The half-wolf felt almost no pain from her blow, but from that kick he could deduce that she was no amateur.
"I could ask you the same thing." The woman replied, backing away slowly with her right hand on her neck. 'He got kicked in the chest, and it didn't even seem to affect him...' She broke into a cold sweat.
Luke raised the guard to eye level, avoiding her eye contact.
Every great fighter can predict the way the opponent will move in the fight just based on the way the eyes move, after all, during a battle it is always necessary to be aware of the opponent's terrain and weak points. So covering the eyes was a way of making sure it wouldn't be read easily.
When the spy saw Luke cover his eyes, she was surprised. 'This guy is skilled.' She thought and drew the knife that was hidden behind her cloak.
The drawing of the mysterious woman's blade indicated to Luke that she would not surrender without a fight, nor did they have any plans to say who she was. Although he didn't mind battling, it was certainly a bad way to end the night.
"I'll give you one last chance. Tell me who you are and who you work for, and I will spare you." Luke promised.
"There is! If I were willing to tell you anything, it would just be beautiful fuck you." replied the spy, harshly.
The half-wolf smiled wryly. "Don't go begging later..."
Deftly, the woman turned the knife a foot wide with her right hand, positioning the object in front of her face.
When Luke moved forward, she threw the knife at him, who hadn't expected this. Luke was taken aback and narrowly dodged, letting the blade slash his left shoulder.
'Shit. Looks like I got too confident after the Hazor fight.' he thought, watching the red blood run down his bare skin.
Luke didn't want to go full force to defeat the spy, as he did with Hazor, because he didn't want to ask her questions, but this cut made him realize he couldn't hold back much.
Finding the critical balance between killing the woman unintentionally or losing because he played easy was a vision skill Luke still longed to achieve. Normally, he could only know the opponent's real strength after a few exchanges.
Focused on not losing control of his strength, Luke decided not to use any Gene Abilities that could cause structural damage to the house, nor the Sea Ornament, just his natural strength and <Eye of Horus>. In case that wasn't enough, he could use <Vind> to make up the gap to defeat her.
Hesitantly, the woman was the one who came at him after taking another long knife from her cloak. This was her last knife, and also the only way to have a chance of winning the battle, so she didn't intend to throw that second blade. With enough skill with this weapon, she swung the knife countless times against the half-wolf, who with practically perfect footwork managed to dodge all these attempts as if it were child's play.
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