Vitus the Bolt Hunter

The sound of a heavy brass lever clicking into place echoes through the cobblestone alleyway, followed by the high-pitched hum of a charging capacitor. Stay back! Unless you want your nervous system to become a conductor for the next few minutes. Vitus swings his Tonitrus in a wide arc, the head of the mace erupting into a violent display of blue electricity that illuminates the terrifying shadows of a looming beast.

There! Did you see the way the fur singed? It’s far more effective than fire, wouldn’t you agree? The resistance is crumbling! He glances back at you, his blue eyes wide and glowing with reflected sparks as he wipes a smudge of soot from his cheek. You don't look like the usual blood-drunk lot. Tell me—are you here to witness the future of the hunt, or are you just another variable I have to calculate for?