Starwind

Name: Rondo (Ron) Stellmen Age: 24 Gender: Male Occupation: Theif Appearance: Below Personality: A little forward and has little concept of tact. he says whats on his mind and means what he says, he never says thing sarcasticly. Do to his blunt honesty he is often disliked. He hates this town he's in and would do anything to get the hell out of here. Bio: Born to an upper class family, he found he could have pretty much anything he wanted. His father was a merchant and his mother was an heiress from her own father, his gradfather, and was simply born into money. This was fine for growing up, but because of it he awas often isolated from the rest of children in the town. Like any snobby upper class family, his parents insited that they weren't worth his time and kept him out of contact with them. When he was ten he started sneaking out to see the town. He found this to be a very different world. Life outside his families high gates was far more desperate then he imagined. One day on one of his excurrsions he met a young girl named Tina, a street urchine born and raised. Though she was the same age as him, he looked up to her, she seemed so much wiser then him. He found, though some rougher then others, that alot of the people on the outside were decent enough. When he was fifteen his parents learned of his little sojourns and immediatly tried to put a stop to them. However, he always managed to escape one way or another. He left to meet up with Tina as he usually did and they went off about there business, which was usually just mischeif and poking fun at the general populace. When he was 17, he went out and met with Tina like normal. And like normal they went out and stirred up trouble, as usual. And it resulted in fight, like it did from time to time. So during the fight was another first for Ron; he got stabbed. One of the thugs they were fighting had a knife and stabbed him and ran off. That night it also happend that his parent had been waiting for him to leave and were going to catch him. Instead they found him bleeding on the ground. Without a thought or listening to her or waiting for Ron to come back to consiousness, they accused her of it and had her thrown in jail. When Ron came back to, about three days later, he told his parents what happend and demanded they drop the charges and let her go. Unfortunatly it was too late. Apparently they weren't very gender specific in this jail house and she was forced to room with four other men. Once the guards had left, which was also an obvious fault on the sheriff, the four men decided she looked pretty good. She held them back for as long as she could, but four on one is poor odds. They raped her and beat her to death. Ron was destroyed by the news and blamed his parents entirly. The week following he left that house and never went back. After spending years escaping and re-entering his parents house, made him quite skilled at doing it to other houses. He took up a line of work as a theif, and he was really very good at it. But eveytime he looks up to the hills near the center of the island he can see his parents home. After all these years he can't stand it anymore, he needs to get off this island once and for all. Weapons: He carries a rapier with him, but his much more skilled with smaller blades and more ofent uses the knives he keeps tucked in various different places on his body. Eight in all.

Gavin looked up with a smile "Well, it's nice to see you in good health Kimi." She smirked back "I wish I could say the same to you. What they hell did you do to yourself?" Gavin laughed "Just picked a fight with a speedy little son of a bitch. He got one good hit in and he used his power to rip up my inards." She chuckled a little "Sucks to be you right now." Gavin laughed with her "yeah, I'm just glad the package is still intact." This comment threw Botan and Kimi simply started to laugh harder "Like you need it, being looked up for all those years." Gavin just huffed in response "Believe it or not, I was quite a player in both worlds for a while." The both laughed a little more. All this lewd talk was starting to make the timid Botan embarassed. The feeling was returning to Gavins limbs, he would be able to move soon.

Emilio sat in his room, he realized that they couldn't attack the dark army alone. They were going to need some assistance. The army here was purely for standing purposes, they weren't ready for full mobilization. So they were no good, and no matter how tough Amer and Sarin say they are, even with all our power, we could put up one hell of a fight, but we could never win. He ponderd what they would do, who would they turn to? After about an hour of hard thought he realized there was only one person he knew who might really be willing to help, but he really didn't want to see her. However much he didn't want to there was no one else to turn to. He would have to turn to Tsubaki, the mistress of the northern waters. He groaned into his pillow "She's gonna give me shit for not visiting in so long."

Tory stepped out and looked to her as she seemed entranced. The only thing he was hoping for was that she was just strange and not psychotic. She didn't seem to be looking at him when he spoke "So you want us to meet tomorrow morning?" She turned to face him "Yep, that's the plan." he nodded in response "So you are.... Faith Hearten right." This time she nodded "Good, I'll make a point to remember it." As she turned to leave she stopped for a second "Oh yeah. How do you pronounce your last name." He sighed "Guile, like G-I-L-E. The U is silent." She nodded, still seeming kind of in different. He rubbed his for head and went back to his room for the night[I] 'so all that's left is to meet this other guy'[/I] he thought to himself.

Scott walked to a samll metal trunk on the shelf "This is it." He popped the lock on the trunk and opened it. Inside were a pair of jagged, double-sided daggers. They appeared almost decrative in the way they curved elegantly. This idea of decorative disappeared when he cut throught the metal shelf with one quick sweep. He reached in again and pulled out a hunting bow with about six arrows. He slung the bow with th arrows on to his back and then ran over and jumped in the van and waved for Ross to come over. She jumped in with him "Let's get this thing started." Scott smirked and reached to the glove box and pulled out a pair of green, retangular framed glasses. He glanced and Ross, smirked then threw the thing into gear and roared the engine and pulled out of the garage with a roar.

Gavin slowly picked himself up off the ground, still not quite feeling up to snuf after having his insides butcherd. He may not have felt good but he felt well enought o walk, so he decided he would walk to wherever it was Matt and Ali were. As he walked his legs felt like jello, he wobbled and stumbled all over the sidewalk, which was filing with people due to the commotion. Gavin was making quite the spectacal with his odd attire, everyone seemed to be staring at him as he stummbled past. He seemed fairly safe though sine to them he just seemed like a stupid drunk. gavin suddenly heard a voice call out to him, but he couldn't tell where it was coming from. It was a familiar voice, a womans voice. It was Botan! He suddenly recognized it all at once and looked franticly for where she was. he stumbled toward a dark alley where no one would see. The little fairie girl floated down next to him "Oh my, you look terrible." gavin chuckled "Aren't you sweet. Where's the love." He said as he started to laugh but ended in a groan. She put her hand on his shoulder and had him lay down. She said she was going to fix up his wounds, but it was going to take some time. He nodded and laid down in the street of this alley. She placed her hands on his chest and he could feel the warm energy charging him. She was right, it was going slowly, they needed to work faster. He couldn't help in the state he was in, but they needed to do something. As he laid there all he could think was [I]'where the hell is Kimi'[/I].

Scott just sighed in frustration "Brady to you mind explaining to them, I've been doing it all day. This has been some undercover operation huh?" Brady chuckled and nodded. While stayed to explain as best he could to the trwo of them Scott went around the corner to call headquarters and keep them iformed of the situation. After that he immediatly called Diaga to let him know they had picked up two more stragglers and that they would meet them out front of the school. He told him the infection was too bad and the eaters were becoming too bold for them to hang around, and he explained the happenings in the gym. He nodded and hung up, he left the hall and returned to the others. He wavedt hem along so they might all leave together. He looked to Brady "Change of plans, get out of this place and we'll meet up with the others out front. If they attacked the gym it means there really dominant now and too dangerous to hang around here without properly preparing ourselves." Brady nodded and they waved the others along.

Emilio nodded to her and began to walk up to the town on the hill. He waked through the gates recieveing the reception he expected. Even if they did just save them the fact was they were still demons, and weren't trusted. This was teh way life was for him so he was used to it. They weren't neglectful, since he and Chrys did just save them, but they weren't exactly welcomed warmly. They were pratically ignored and avoided in place of the returning soilders who were celebrated. Emilio shrugged it off and headed to the inner city to book a couple of hotel rooms. He walked in to the hotel lobby and a sudden hush came over everyone. It was as if seeing there power had made them even more afraid of them. He walked with Chrys behind him, they could still hear the people outside screaming and shouting for the return of the soilders. The receptionist quickly gave him a room as if trying to rush him off. He took the keys and passed one back to Chrys. They began to acend the stairs of this rather large structure, standing at roughly twelve stories, it was quite immpressive it hadn't been lost in the fight. As they walked he noticed that Chrys seemed to be very irratated. He stopped and turned to face her "What's got you so worked up?" She just looked at him like he was an idiot "Can you believe how they just treated us down there? They act like were going to attck them after we just went and risked our lives for them." Emilio shook his head "Your not used to this feeling are you? Demons, regardless of rank or status, are despised. The only reason they probably tolerate us is because we fought for them. They usually over look us in the outer parts of the city, but we're in the inner city now. This is where the upper class live and they don't take to demons very well." He began to walk up the stairs again and stopped again "Have never had this happen before?" She kind of hesitated "I just widh we would hav gotten something from them. Even just a pat on the back for us putting our lives out there. I mean you should be just as upset, you almost died." Emilio smirked "I don't worry about that. I've been close to dying so many times, one more dosen't mean much." He bit his lip a bit and headed up the stairs again "You'll get used to how humans treat us." He headed up to the next floor with Chrys following him. He stopped at the eighth floor "Well this is me. I'll see you in the morning." He left her standing there. Before he went into his room she called to him "How long did it take you to get used to it?" He stopped with his head half-way in the door and without bothering to look to her "Don't worry about that. You just worry with what we have to do tomorrow. Tomorrow we leave to launch our own attack ot the dark army." He walked into this room and kept himself leaned against the door and thought about the last thing she asked him and he whisperd to himself "a life time."

Scott was watching Ross boil down the bodies when he heard the screaming and screeching. The monsters had found there way to the populous "Damn it. Ross, I'll be right back." He ran off listening to the screams which were dying down. By the time he was getting close it had gone silent. He wrapped the corner in just enough time to see Brady with two students with him. Scott walked to him "Every thing all right." Brady nodded "Yeah. They had there volleyball game and the beasts happend to stummble in." Scott nodded "Damn it. Means alot of them saw it right." Brady smirked "Actually they were all in such a panic, I don't think they really got a good look at what was coming after them. The only ones who got a good look at them was these two." Scott sighed "Well, we're still gonna need crowd and information control. I'll call headquarters and have them send a team to intercept any media that might try to show up." Scott looked back to the two who were with him "So, who are you two exactly?"

Tory was sitting in his room, meditating quitely. He looked up to the wall, to the clock and realized that the teams would be posted now. He rose to his feet "Guess I should see who they got me paired with." He walked to the door and exited the room. He walked the long hall leading to the front chamber, where the teams were posted. This had already drawn quite a crowd, eveybody was huddled together, searching for there names. Those who had already found there names, were now trying to find there fellow teammates. Tory stayed toward the back of the crowd, not wanting to be swamped by these losers in the middle. He managed a glimpse of his own name. He was on team 79, but he didn't know who else was on his team. Now he was a little irratated, he didn't care what team he was on, he wanted to know who he was suppose to work with. He muscled his way past the smaller guys in the back and marched with great irrataion at teh fact they were blocking his sight. He pushed his way to the front and looked up to the board "So, I'm to be with Matt Duffey and Faith Heartnet. WHo the hell are they?" Like he would know. He didn't have any friends and only knew people if they had a rep in this school, other than that. Either way it didn't matter, all he had to do now was find these two so he would know how much weaker them him they were going to be.

They were moving to slow, Scott was worried by this. They were sitting ducks, they had to watch themselves. Ross seemed to be just as worried, but she seemed more worried about spilling the acid. She seemed almost oblivious to the fact that they could very well be surrounded. A growl could be heard in the distance, one of the beasts was drawing closer. Scott drew his blades and walked backward as he heard the growls coming closer. He could hear there claws dragging on the ground, as he did he turned to Ross "You go on ahead. I'll catch up." He ran off toward teh monsters and saw them standing in anticipation. There were four of them, they seemed starved. One would assume that a starved opponent would be easier, but the truth of the matter was they were more like animals, and animals are far more dangerous when starved. There drowl was a hideous green and there eyes seemed to glow at the sight of Scott standing before them. Instead of wating like usual, they all charged at once. They were trying to over whealm Scott with quick and numerous attacks. They swung one after the other, as Scott ducked and rolled away from there savage attacks, being ever catious to not be hit. He felt his foot slip on the saliva of the creatures that staind the floor, they saw this and all moved quick. Scott was off balance, but he had to act quick. Without any thought, he struck and caught one across the face and another in the throat. Those two fell and the other two stumbled over the fallen bodies in front of them. Scott tried to regain his balance as the other two rapidly approached. He threw teh blade in his left hand and caught one square in between his eyes. The other still charging, mouth a gap, going for the bite. Scott booted it once in the throat and put his blade in his right hand throught the bottom of his head and out the top. The creature fell limp and stopped moving. Scott pulled his knife free and moved it off of him. He then went and retrieved the other knife he had thrown. He turned and started to return to join Ross. As he headed back the creature he had speared through the head, showed it's last signs of life. It suddenly jumped and tried for a bite, but Sott managed clear as the beas moaned and fell to the ground. He kept his eye on it to make sure it was really dead as he walked around the corner. He saw Ross just up ahead, he called out to her "Clean up in aisle 3." As he took up a jog to catch up with her. He looked to her "Well, you wanted to help. Take that stuff and get to work on disolving those bodies as best you can."

Emilio emerged from the water, he had taken a few new scars, imparticular the one on his chest. A cross shaped mark on his chest, right over his heart. She was going for the death blow, but he was fortunate enough to be quickly swept up by the water, otherwise he might really have died back there. Emilio walked to where he saw Chrys, as he approached he heard her mention lying low. He walked up to where she was "That's probably the best idea. The only reason she fell back was because she saw the dark army falling back and she followed. We couldn't contend with her if we tried to cathup with them now. Plus, we did some signifigant damage to the dark army, so I don't think they'll be back any time soon. We should enjoy this reprieve while we can." She nodded back to him. He looked up to the town which still stood strong. He looked back down to Chrys "I'll heading up there for the night. If you want I'll save you a hotel room."

Tory listend to the intercom and it went silent, so he was to work with his fellow students in this up coming tournament. He would rather go one on one, but as long as his partners weren't incompatent he could live with that. He just hoped he wouldn't have to deal with one of those damn Foriegn kids, that punk inthe hall was just a little dog with a loud bark but no bite. He stopped and thought to himself quietly 'who would be best to be paired with'. After he ponderd this for a moment he rememberd he didn't care. The only name he could think of was Tom Kasansky. He was of considerable skill, Tory had seen him fight and occasionally hanging around campus. He didn't want to share a team with him as much as he wanted to fight him. They had been assigned to different instructors so he had never gotten teh opportunity. He always heard from the other class how great he was, but he wanted to know how great his skill was against a real opponent. Suddenly this tournament seemed like a good idea, and he couldn't wait to see who he was going to be paired with.

Tory was marching his way down the hall and headed back to his dorm. As he walked he saw someone standing at the end of the hall, someone he didn't recognize. he payed it little mind and kept moving on and was headed past him. That was until he heard the sound of a sword grinding free of it's sheath. Tory jumped to the right and got clear of the swing form the kid. Tory took the moment to get a through look over of the ass hole. He was blonde and stood about a hair taller then Tory. He was obviouly not from around here, must be one of the foreigners, he sure was bold for a new kid. He wore a deep black leather jacket, with a red shirt just beneath it with black denim jeans. his hair was cut short and spiked, his eyes hidden behind yellow, round frame glasses. He brought his sword back up and shoulderd it. It was a standard katana, nothing imparticular about it. He looked at Tory with a great smirk, like had just made some great accomplishment. He finally spoke before Tory could lash out "SO you must be a student. I think your going to be fun." The turned ans started to leave. Tory darted and took place in front of him "You strike at me and just try to leave like that. Sorry, but that's not gonna fly here ass hole." Tory brought out his bokken and met his wooden sword with the kids metal sheath. The kid slide against the ground on his feet as Tory slowly pushed him further and further back. The kids thought he was gonna play hot shit and leave, but now he knows once you throw the first stirke be ready to fight it the whole way through. Tory stomped once on the ground and moved himself six inches to the left. As the kid stumbled forward from the force he had applied to up hold his block, Tory brought the tip of his bokken into his sternum. The kid sputterd once and passed out. He turned to leave and as he made it to the door in which he was originally headed he looked back to the kid on the floor "Welcome to Knockdown High. Your going to be very miserable for as long as either of us is here." With that said he walked out and headed back to his room for some relaxation.

[B]Name:[/B] Ramiel [B]Nick name:[/B] Thunder Angel [B]Age:[/B] 382 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Species:[/B] Vampire [B]Clan:[/B] Myrkur Aniol [B]Appearance:[/B] Below, ignore the wings. there meant to be implied for his clan [B]Weapon:[/B] Sword seen in attachment, as well as a silver whip. [B]Powers[/B] [I]Lightening[/I]- His general ability. He is called the thunder angel for this very reason, in his ability to manipulate and manifest electricity. With this he is able to charge both his wepons and summon monsterous familars. His control his almost absolute, though he finds in the heat of battle sometimes things get out of hand. [I]Burst Speed[/I]- While he has average level running speeds, he is able to generate tremendous levels of sprinting speed. These only last a few seconds and can't be done repeatdly, but are a valueable asset when fighting. He generate speed parrallel to any other vampire in only a short burst, but this has helped keep him alive in the past. [I]White Bolt[/I]- An attack unique to himself. He uses his silver whip and generates the pure silver with a powerful charge of electricity and uses it as such. The mix of lightening and silver cause the whip to dance sharply with a white radiance, thus the name white bolt. [I]Scripter[/I]: This is telepathic power. With this he is able to insert bit thoughts into the head of those in proximity to him; this power holds no bearing over a distance of twenty feet. With it he is able to cause doubt to spread through the thoughts of his enemies and thoughts of confidence in his allies. [B]Personality[/B]: He is inquisitve in his nature and this often causes his superiors to question his loyalty. He is not a very noble fighter, he does whatever it takes to win. He exploits weak points quickly and cripples strong points when the chance is presented. He follows orders well enough, and is held in some mild regard by his superiors. He is a quiet one, easy to over look and is oftenly. He is a bit of a day dreamer and can be seen staring at the stars quite often. [B]Bio[/B]: Born in eastern Europe. His birth name was Martin Yargon, but little else is known about his human life, even by himself. He was turned at the age of 22 by a vampiress who called herself Saphiel. She was a mentor to him in his early days, teaching him the ways of the dark dwellers and how to stay alive in this new shadow world. She taught him of his inner strenght and how he was to use it. Then on the eve of his hundred year anniversay of turning she disappeared and he has never seen her since. Though he was close to her, he never sought after her and simply excepted her leaving. The year following was the longest and lonliest he had ever experienced. In the year that followed he remembered the name of a clan for his kind once mentioned by Saphiel. She said she had recieved her name from them. Why she only spoke of them once or didn't travel with them now was unclear, as she spoke little of herself. Martin sought this clan out, in desperate need for companionship in this solitary world of darkness. They called themselves the Myrkur Aniol and he pleaded to joined there ranks. He was accepted and was given a the name for the angel of thunder, Ramiel. As years passed he seemed to progress slowly, though he had been with them for years he seemed to be gaining neither notice or favor with the leaders of the clan, despite his power and work. This is probably because of his quiet nature, he never draws attention to himself nor does he request it and so his accomplishments often go over looked. He has always lived as such and has begun to forget his life before the darkness. [B]Writing Sample[/B]: [I] (Stage setting)[/I]The night before Saphiels disappearance. A night under the stars. "Martin." A soft voice called in the cool night air. A young man could be seen siting on the banks of a river that glissend in the moon light. he had his knees hugged to his chest as he gazed blankly at the sky above him. The voice called again, in a much more demanding tone "Martin!" The man quickly snapped to attention again and scanned the area around him. The voice spoke again "you should n't allow yourself to become so wrapped in your thoughts. It fould be the death of you." As the voice rang in the shadows, a slender form appeared from the trees as it walked slowly toward the young man sitting on the banks of the river. It was that of a beautiful woman in a black silk dress. Her skin was as pale as the moon and her eyes were as blue as the crystal water that ran by. She moved with great poise and her scent was intoxicating. She appeared to be around teh ages of 20 to 25 The young man nodded "I'll take heed of that." The young man said in a soft, respectful tone as the woman came and took her seat next to him and gazed to teh quickly running water. She seemed locked in a false happiness. She seemed to be hollow on the inside, with her smile that incurred tears to witness. The young man turned to her "Why?" The woman looked to him with her hurtful smile on her face "Why what?" The man sighed "I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but why did you choose to turn me and not just kill me?" The woman gave a light chuckle, this bore threw the heart as it felt even more painful than her hollow smile "You seemed right." The young man stared at her still bewilderd "How did I seem right? You could have just killed me like any other, why make me one of your own?" The woman turned her head to the water "Watching the water always calms me." This further flusterd the young man "I still don't...." His sentence cut short by her own "I saw you that day and I thought of this crystal water running like this. Your sight soothed me, so I couldn't bring myself to kill you." The young man felt very unsure of how he should respond to such a thing "I... I'm not sure if I'm flaterd or..." He stopped short. The woman rose and put her hands on his shoulders and looked down into his eyes "You have nothing to fear. I have no intention seeking anything further then what we have. And I know you feel the same. Soon we will both find what we need and then we will know where to go from there." This sent chills down the spine of the young man. For some reason he was worried for her and afraid of her in this moment, though neither what she had said nor her tone should have incited either. As she brought her hands off his shoulders and left to the darkness of the forest she called to him "Come Martin, the sun shall rise soon." Young man nodded and followed her into the forest where they would return to there refuge for the day that was upon them. The next night he would rise to find himself alone. This is where his story starts. [B]OCC[/B]:PM me to let me know if you liked it or for any changes you would like me to make.

Ross took ahead of Scott. As they ran they heard more of them, they were in pursuit. Scott stopped and told her to keep running, he turned and drew his blades and showed down with the lowly two who had come after him. The first made itself the obvious domminant and charged first and moved mouth first through Scotts blade. It fell with a single move as Scott preped for the next one, which was already on the move. It was clinging to the walls, jumping back and forth trying to confuse him. He saw into the monsters deciet, they weren't the smartest of beasts. It jumped from the wall to the ceiling and found itself split down the middle by Scotts blade. As the monster fell he got the call from Brady telling im where to go. After recieveing his oreders he hung up and went in pursuit of Ross He turned the corner running at full speed. He found her standing outside a door, she was saying it was locked. Without hesitating he jumped and put his foot to the door and in made a horrible snap as the metal frame popped an the door swung open. SHe stopped and just stared at him for a moment. He just stared back to her "What?" She shook it off "Never mind. Let's just find this stuff and get out of here." She quickly went off into the room and searched for the hydrochloric acid.

Tory walked in to the lunch room to see he wasn't the first, two girls one by herself and another arguing with some guy had beaten him. He shrugged it off and walked over to get his meal. They were serving spaggehtti today, he hated the stuff. Tory wasn't a fan of pasta, but food was food I suppose. He swallowed the stuff down and slowly slurrped it into his mouth as he sat in the far corner of the cafeteria. He didn't get along with most of the other students incase you hadn't already figured that out. He had a bad habit of picking fights in all the other dorms, so he had enemies pretty much everywhere. Not like he cared, he was just here to kick some ass and let the blood flow, nothing more. He ate with a slow and steady pace, like he was day dreaming. This too was something he did often, he would dream of a great fight, of getting away from this school, of going somewhere, anywhere. He finally became so lost in his thoughts that he stopped eating entirely and just stared off into space. All he could think of was 'what ifs'. He often dreamed of things being different then they were, it was the only thing that kept him sane half the time was the thought that someday he might be able to go some where else. He could hear the hussle and bussle as others started to flood in for there food. The place was getting a little too croawded for his liking, he decieded to just leave and get something extra for dinner. As he approached the door he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned slowly and set his cold eyes on one of the three young men he had beaten to a pulp only an hour earlier. The kid seemed awfully pissed as he began to yell at Tory "So what's your secret?" one of the others from before, a mousey looking kid stepped up "Eric, take it easy. let it go." Eric threww his hand off "Fuck off. What did you do? One second you were the incredible hulk the next you were the Flash. How did you do that? Noones skill is that absolute that they can be that fast and strong at the same time." Tory brushed his hand off "Don't dig into what's not your business kid." This ony further upset him as he jumped at him this time and grabbed Torys hair. This time Tory wasn't as nice as he swung back with lightening quick reaction time, burying the tips of his fingers three inches into the kids gut, just beneath the sternum. He hit his knees, still cursing under his breath. Tory gazed down on him with his cold lifeless eyes "Let it go kid. He set you up in a fight you couldn't win. Be pissed at him not me." He turned to leave and as he made it to the door he stopped to say one more thing "Oh yeah, if you ever touch my hair again, I'll rip out eyes and use them for ping pong balls got it." With that Tory left the cafeteria, after causing yet another uproar.

Emilio stummbled free of the water, still having trouble stopping the bleeding. Sarin walked over to him "Why haven't you stopped the bleeding yet? Are trying to see how far you can go? God your an idiot." Emilio smiled and looked to him "Not that you'd know, but wind attacks like those formed from a vaccum are very difficult to patch up. They rip from the inside, unlike any other type of wound." He walked past him and headed after Achilles and Chrys. Seeing Achilles up and around meant he couldn't be to badly hurt, he was human after all. He walked to him and took his place next to him by the fire "How does she look?" Without looking to him "She should be fine." Emilio nodded and stood and turned back to the water "I'll spend a little more time in there. My wounds are still going to require more time." With that he stepped into the water and disappeared.

Tory was starting to get bored again, class seemed to be dragging on forever. He stood up and decided he would bail, not worth being here if nothing fun was going to happen. As he left he heard a voice ring out "Mr. Guile, do wish to explain where it is you think your going?" He turned, it was Carten, the swordmanship instructor he was assigned. He was of reputable skill, but that didn't mean much to Tory since he was just some tight ass teacher who went with what he was told. He looked back to the door again "I'm going to lunch, later." Tory felt a breeze shot past his head. He looked to his right and saw the blade the teacher had thrown at him, this wasn't the first time and probably not the last they would throw something at him. He looked back to the teacher "What? did you have something interesting planned?" The teacher stopped ans stared at Tory with a curious look "How about this? Show me your still sharp on your skill and I'll let you leave early." Tory turned "So you want me to fight you?" The teacher brought his arms up "Of course not. I was thinking these three." As he pointed to three kids sitting at his feet, bunch of ass kissers is what they were. They stood and bowed to the instructor, it was sickening to watch them kiss his ass all day. The drew there blades and stepped on to the court as the teacher turned to him "would you still care to fight?" Tory grabbed the bokken at his waist and walked to the court, as he did he passed the instructor "Do you think they can beat me?" The teacher simply chuckled in response. Tory took the court and took his stance. The three others began to move to surround him as they all moved at once. They all took there places and the one just to his left back jumped quick. Tory slide back against him and drove the butt of his bodden into the poor kids gut. The one to his front sought the moment and made his move. The second one moved in at the same time with his bokken preped for a quick thrust. As the one to the front approached Tory rounded behind the one he had just struck and pushed him toward the one to the front and turned quickly to intercept the one on the left. He deflected the thrust and deliverd a quick punishing blow to the kidneys, he hit the floor all to quickly. The last one set his fallen friend on the ground, poor mistake to think of him before himself. Tory sought the moment and brought his bokken right up into his face sending him up and down to his back. As he stood over the beaten students "You kids suck. Try coming back when you decide you really want to fight." He turned and looked tot he instructor "Can I go now. These sacks of meat are wastes of life and not worthy of my time." The teacher clapped once "Very well. You can leave." Tory remained unmoved by the teachers blatent patrony. He walked past him and out the door, as fun as it was to beat down some wannabes, he hated that guy. He sent those kids in knowing they couldn't win, that made him sick to his stomach.

Scott looked to her and sighed as he thought to himslef for a minute. She became a little impatient "Well, are you with the CIA or FBI or something else like that?" Scott sighed one more time "First off we're not CIA or any government affiliation; they ask to many questions. We are from a privatly operated organization started just after the end of WW2. During the destruction caused by the Axis, the air filled with hate, sorrow and chaos. Naturally this created teh perfect atmosphere for these monsters to make there first noted appearance. They weak and simple at first, but over time have become stong enough to pose a serious threat. The first team was assembled thirty-eight years ago. Old pros, they were the best and every agent since them has had there training modeled after there example. We are the new generation and we have been assigned to flush out the beasts at this school." She looked to him again "But where did they come from?" He looked at her then looked to the ground then to the ceiling "They come fromt he home of all monsters. Hell. They are demons from the underworld, plain and simple. They spread corruption and feed on chaos. That's why they have been deemed Chaos Eaters." She looked to him, seeming like this was all sinking in slowly. Scott shook trying to snap her out of this funk "Hey, you said something about Hydrochloric acid. Do you know where we can find it and how much to you think we can find." She looked at him "There in the chem lab. at the other end of the school, but I don't know how much there is." Scott sighed again "Well at this point I guess any would be a help. Alright lead the way." She nodded to him and they ran for the chem lab to find the acid. As they ran down the hall they came across yet another eater wandering around, they seemed to be increasing in number. Scott jumped in front of Ross quickly and charged the beast before it had time to react. he pulled his daggers out and split it's head off at the mouth. It was dead instantly and he grabbed her and continued down the hall.

Scott could feel the dark energy tingling down his spine. He looked to Ross then to Brady "Since she's with us we should get out of her for now. She's not properly equipped or trained to handle a fight with one of those things." Brady nodded in response. Scott took Ross' hand and puulled her along "Come on. We need to get you out of here beefore more show up." She shook her hand free "You know I'm not useless. I can help." Scott looked back to her as she held a small knife in her hand and had a pistol tucked in her pocket. Scott sighed "Yes, against any normal target that would be more than enough. Eaters, however, are different. Your weapons aren't meant to fight such monsters and I can't fight them and protect you at teh same time, so we need to get out of here now." He grabbed her hand again and they continued down the hall. As they wrapped the corner for the home stretch, they saw five more eaters standing by the door. Scott braced himself when Brady stepped forward and put his hand in front of Scott "You take the girl out of here, I'll deal with them." He glanced at Scott quickly with a smirk on his face. Scott smirked back and ran off to the right to find a fire escape leaving Brady to deal with the monsters on his own. Ross looked to Scott "Is it okay to just leave him alone?" Scott glanced to her "Don't worry about him, he loves to show sometimes. Remember who we are. We live for this shit." He said as they ran looking for another way out.

Scott looked to her "That about sums up these creatures. They are sins against existence." She looked at the creature, fixated on the beast still on the floor. Scott turned to Brady again "We better keep her with us, she's already seen the eaters." Scott walked to her and popped the top of her head to get her attention "I'm going to need you to come with me." She looked to him and nodded.

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Emilio was headed for the battle feild floating throught he water at half of his normal speed, he was still in a lot of pain. He came upon a truly epic sceen. Sarin and Amer had taken on truly horrifying appearances and masses of power. Despite this Kami seemed uneffected by this turn of events, what was she doing? She usually would escape in light of this situtation. She was smart enough to know when she couldn't win, so what was she doing. He looked to her and watched her carefully, when he noticed her reach behind herself and grasp something lightly. He knew what was about to happen. He called out to Amer and Sarin, tring to warn them before it was too late, but they were to absorbed in there blood lust to notice. There was a thunderous charge and a horrible flash. In the light he saw a small glimmer and felt a cold wind again. When the light subsided he saw Amer and Sarin back to there original state and writhing in pain on the ground. She had it, she used to be a shrine maiden, she speacialized in combating demons. She used her holy water on them, he had seen her do it before. She set foot on the ground and walked toward them. Chrys quickly charged at her as well and was struck with her own dose of holy water and sent to the ground. Emilio brought what strength he had left and threw a blade of water at her with all his might. She moved away quickly and looked to him. She smiled and looked to the desimated dark army in it's retreat. She looked back to Emilio and his recovering allies "We'll deal with this another time." She gave a quick sweep of her arm and seemed to disappear with the wind. He watched as she faded into the wind and he pulled himself to the land and passed out on to the banks on the river.

Scotts phone went off and he pulled it out of his pocket. He saw answerd and heard Diaga. He said they saw the first one. Scott turned to Brady, ignoring the fact that Ross was still right there "We have our first sighting. There on the move, stay on your toes." Ross looked to the two of them a little confused "What are you two talking about? Whats on the move?" They both looked to her and nodded to each other "It's better if you don't know or ask. Just stay here and about your business." With that he ran off down the hall, with Brady following closely. As he walked around corner he saw a little eater hanging in the corner. He stopped an pulled his Dagger out and rushed it quickly. It turned and jumped in the air clear of his swing. He quickly brought the dagger up and swung through the air and clipped the bottom of it's feet. As it landed he severd it's spinal cord at the neck with one quick move of his other dagger. The creature hit the ground without a sound, as it's black blood spilled on the floor. He turned to Brady "Call the clean up crew. We'll need to clean this place quick." He looked just passed Brady and saw someone at the end of the hall. He rolled passed Brady and threw his daggers at the figure, nailing to the wall. He walked over to it and saw he had once again effectively nailed ross to the wall.