Synister Posted October 21, 2004 Share Posted October 21, 2004 ?They?re coming.? [I]Selene whispered and gave the signal to raise their weapons.[/I] 3...2...1 ?Now!? [I]Letting instinct take over she opened fire on what were once her soldiers.[/I] [I]The light blue bullets punctured the breast of the young man in front. His body bounced backwards as he fell, suffocating from the unleashed synthetic sun. She whirled behind a dumpster as bullets came at her from the right, but they soon ended as Michael came from behind and shot the immortal in the head. She saw, as she always did, the wince just before Michael pulled the trigger, and the momentary look of anguish that crossed his face. He was a doctor?s intern. Killing people was not a part of his nature, despite his recent changes he had managed to stay the same at the core. It was in that moment that the enemy retaliated. A dozen death dealers dropped from the sky to swamp the lycan?s. It happened in a flash. Selene unloaded the rest of her clips at the intruders, but it was of little damage. They were moving to quickly, for she had been trained to shoot lycan?s, not her own kind. She dropped back down to reload when she heard the howl of the werewolf. She knew that Michael?s cohorts had changed and would attempt to rip the vampire?s throat. She also knew that they would not succeed. She looked to Michael and he seemed to read her mind.[/I] ?Enough!? [I]He hollered and hoped that they would obey. With growling protests the lycan?s hurtled the vampires and scrambled up the buildings. Once sure they were safely out of sight he turned to Selene who was rapidly firing at two vampires who were approaching her awfully fast. He briefly noticed that her bullets were having no affect, but the anger inside him at seeing her in danger seared. In moments he had transformed into the hybrid. In a flash he was in front of her, and slashed the face of both vampires. They moved to get behind him. They were quick, but he was quicker. Sliding behind them he grabbed the leg of each and slammed their faces into the ground. No longer in the way of his view he realized in an instant his mistake. He had forgotten the other death dealers and in horror watched as 4 of them unloaded silver bullet after silver bullet. Allergic reaction or not the shear impact of it all knocked him to the ground. He could hear Selene scream and then watched as the leader raised his gun. Moving in spite of his wounds he slammed the captain with everything he had in him, then recovered and grabbed Selene all in the same instant. Without stopping he bolted. He ran as fast as he ever had and used every ounce of his genetic power to propel him through the dark alleyways. When he was about to fall over he stopped and set Selene against the wall.[/I] ?Selene?? [I]he touched her face gently.[/I] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sora Posted October 21, 2004 Share Posted October 21, 2004 My eyes flung open. I felt my body begin to rejuvinate with life. I was some how... different than before. I felt a different energy. Not Vampiric, not human. What was this new power? As my body gained all it's neccessary life force back, I sat up. I peered over the side, and got out. As soon as I had stood up ,though, I saw a body laying there, blood spilled, draining into my tomb like bed, where I had lain for the past two centuries. It triggered a chain of memories, not mine, but memories none the less. I fell, nearly not catching myself, and attempted to push back some of them. They where not even attempted to be put in order. They were just random. I saw a face, "[I]Michael[/I]". I thought instantly. I saw blood. Some was Vampiric, some was, it appeared, Lycan . They were under a microscope, and they kept trying to come together, but turning black and wither away. This kept happening. I had assumed it to be a very important memory that kept replaying in this dead man's, once lively, mind. I thought this, that is, until I saw it again, but this time they came to gether. They did not turn black. They did nother wither away into death. They had fused. I couldn't believe was I was seeing."[I] Maybe it was just a thought[/I]", I thought to myself. I snapped out of my day dreaming as I heard a door open, and a women step through. She had blonde hair, and dangerous eyes. Any Vampire who looked upon her would flintch at the least. Well, just about everyone. Everyone but me and Victor. She walked up quite gracfully until she felt my aura and looked up, obviously shocked. She starred for a few seconds before realizing what she was doing and bowing so low her face was no less than an inch above the ground and she was knelt down on both knees. "[I]I'm sorry, Sir[/I]," she said, stightly scarred as if I might kill if she didn't say these exact words in the same order. "[I]Who woke you?[/I] " she asked, trying to change the subject. "[I]Him...[/I] ," I said pointing, not turning my head, to the dead Lycan's body. Her eyes grew wide and she began to breath heavily, though she didn't need to, her human mind still told that she should. She realized what he was, and then soon after, realized what I was. What I had become What that energy I had absorbed was. It was Lycan blood... I had lived. But there didn't seem to be any changes in my appearance, though I felt I bit more entergetic, and slightly more healthy than I did before. Then it struck me. I had not fully recovered yet, and I was still stronger than I had been a couple centuries ago. Wondering what had happened to have gotten a Lycan in our chamber, I asked what had happened. As she had finally finished her story, I realized the memories were really true and not just thoughts. My fist balled up, clinching so tightly I drew blood, and I slammed it down on the nearby table. She quickly got up from her seat, subconciously, to avoid any Lycan blood. Every Vampire knew that Lycan blood was as deadly to Vampires as our blood was to them (if shallowed, either way). "[I]This could be difficult[/I], " was the last thing I remember thinking that night as I went out to feed. "[I]This could be [/I]very[I] difficult...[/I] " Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redemption Posted October 21, 2004 Share Posted October 21, 2004 Selene opened her eyes to see Michael's beautiful face. She felt his warm hand on her cheek. " Michael....." she whispered and sat up. She shook, feeling afraid for the first time in her life - afraid of her own kind. She looked over him in concern. He'd been hit - how badly, she couldn't tell. Feeling over his wounds, her concern grew. They were deep. But, he didn't seem to show any allergic reaction to the bullets. The mixing of bloods was indeed strange. Selene looked up into Michael's eyes. " Are you okay?" she asked tentatively. " I don't know. I don't feel anything..." he trailed off. Selene looked at the ground. The normal insensitive death dealer had become softer in the presence of Michael. It was starting to scare her. " Well, what shall we do Michael? I'm out of bullets," Selene said. OOC: Sorry, I had no idea where to start! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blayze Posted October 21, 2004 Share Posted October 21, 2004 The weak human body slumped lifelessly to the floor, her life-blood pouring from the puncture marks in her neck. Hastor Reinhardt let go of the body, licking the blood from his lips. His tower was sacred, not to be disturbed by anyone, human, vampire, Lycan or impure Hybrid. Anyone who did enter would feel pain unlike any ever felt before. He stood up, his black hair flopping over his face. He went to the wall, and took down his long black Death Dealer trenchcoat, taken from a vampire he had killed long ago. He checked the rounds in his Desert Eagle handguns, slid his throwing knives into his various pockets, and strapped his katana to his back. He found the weight of the weapon comforting. Reinhardt walked through the door onto the balcony of his high tower. He jumped over the railing and fell thirty or so feet to the floor, landing on his feet, completely unharmed. He smelt the air. It smelt good, as if tonight would be the night that he would find Selene, and her lover, the impure Michael Corvin. He hated and loathed this Hybrid, although he knew that this creature was to be feared more than any other. The Death Dealers would be out looking for them, he knew this. Good, he thought, If they weaken the heretic Corvin then he shall be easy prey for me. But if they get in the way, they shall feel the wrath of Hastor Reinhardt. He heard a thud on the ground behind him, and spun, his coat flapping in the cold night wind. He now stood face to face with a Death Dealer, a tall, white haired individual, holding a pistol in one hand. "So you're the famous Hastor Reinhardt!" the vampire gloated, "Marcus will give me a great reward for your capture." "Do you really think he is worried about me at times like this, fool?" Reinhardt retorted, "He is much more concerned about the destruction of the Hybrid Michael Corvin!" "Oh really?" said the Death Dealer, now becoming aware of the truth of what Reinhardt was saying. He aimed his gun shakily at the traitorous vampire, getting ready to fire. But Reinhardt was too quick. In an instant, he had drawn his katana, run towards his foe, and decapitated him. Blood fountained from the Death Dealer's severed neck, and the body dropped to its knees, before hitting the ground with a thud. But the Death Dealer had been trained to be fast. Before he had died, he had fired two shots, which hit Reinhardt in the stomach. They had little effect, due to the silver nitrate contained within them not being lethal to vampires. But the shock of the two impacts sent Reinhardt into a black hole of unconsciousness, and the last thing he saw before he blacked out was three Death Dealers standing over him, laughing gleefully. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Synister Posted October 21, 2004 Author Share Posted October 21, 2004 [I]Michael slumped against the wall next to Selene and placed his hand in hers as he began the change. It was long and slow with so many bullets to regenerate, and it was painful. He began to growl and moan in pain, but the light squeeze of Selene?s hand calmed him. When it was over he was still bleeding from some of the wounds.[/I] "For now we have to get back to the hideout to heal for awile." [I]Selene Nodded.. They Both Stood Up And Quickly Headed Back To The Hideout. They Got In And Michael Dropped To The Ground Very Tired[/I] [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"Rest for now Michael, I shall rest to."[/COLOR] ____________________________________________________________________Its Short I Know But Ive Got A **** Load Of Chores To Do Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Meggido Posted October 22, 2004 Share Posted October 22, 2004 [COLOR=DarkOrange]The sense of the hunt was fresh and as Phil converged on the death dealers. He didn't care what happened to himself as long as he killed some vampires. He grabbed on in his claws and ripped open the creatures throat with his teeth. Suddenly he heard Michael yell out. Phil let out a large roar of disapproval and then retreated into the night. This would have been a night of feasting but that had been ruined once again by Michael's decision to retreat. Phil had never been happy with Michael's rise to leadership but as no one would challenge him that would remain. He also wasn't happy with the fact that their was a death dealer within their numbers. He had joined a recently formed group that were secretly planning to kill Selene and blame it on the Vampires. Maybe then Michael would become a stronger leader.[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Skillgannon Posted October 22, 2004 Share Posted October 22, 2004 "You gonna just sit there playing with that coaster kid?? The burly bartender questioned impatiently at the dark cloaked man in front of him. ?Aye Absinthe, two bottles? said the stranger fishing into his pockets and slapping a worn fifty dollar bill on the counter. The young man watched as the bartender quickly returned with the Absinthe and his change. [I]?Very efficient ?[/I] thought Ragen, though the small pub was empty save for him. ?Now you be care full with that stuff mister?? ?..Creed ? ?It?ll hit ya like mac truck? Ragen smiled wolfishly, reaching over the bar he scooped up a glass and poured himself a generous amount of the emerald liquid and gulped it down. His eyes widened at the bite of the alcohol. Ragen chuckled and poured himself another. He screwed the cap back on the flat bottle and stashed them both in his large brown coat. He settled back on the bar stool to enjoy himself, reaching for the glass he heard the front door open, he picked up a feint scent and felt a prickling on the base of his neck. Adrenaline rushed into his brain, and he gave in to the demon it would release. The thing that was Ragen heard the trigger cocking and reacted. Pivoting on the barstool he simultaneously flung the contents of the glass into the eyes of the suited assailant, causing him to fire wildly. Blurring with speed Ragen shot into the blinded man ramming his elbow into his sternum, Ragen shattered his glass over the assailant?s glock, and in a vicious reverse motion thrust the jagged projectile into his throat. [I]?6?[/I] Gripping the assailant?s gun he spun the dying man into the second assassins line of fire and thrusted an explosive front kick sending the man rocketing into the second assassin. [I]?5? [/I] thought Ragen firing two shells into the retreating form of the airborne assassins. Dropping low Ragen squeezed of three chest shots at the suited form by the door, he dipped into his coat as he rose[I]?4,3? [/I] and flung out his arm in the direction of the suited man on his left while using his coat to redirect the outstretched gun hand across the body of his newest assailant on his right. Pivoting with the motion of his coat, Ragen struck a glancing blow above the neck. Weaving his hand between the assassins, Ragen wrenched him into a vicious arm bar and stripped a second firearm while simultaneously delivering a spine shattering knee to the base of his neck. [I]?2?[/I] Dropping low Ragen swung into a tiger claw sweep, bringing a fresh suited body crashing to the polished wooden floor, using the momentum of his left foot, Ragen smashed his right boot into the jaw of the dazed assassin. Ragen?s speed was uncanny, his motion liquid and his strength elemental as he launched himself at the last suited figure, stepping off the assassins? knee he pinned the half -drawn automatic to his chest with his right foot, spiralling in the air Ragen twisted to his left, swinging his foot in a tight arc he delivered a crushing kick to the side of the head,with his heel. landing with cat-like grace on the wooden floor boards. It was all over in a matter of moments. Ragen surveyed the room detached from reality as he tried to wrestle control back from the beast, breathing heavily from the effort. ?YOU DIDN?T SEE ANYTHING, UNDERSTAND? Ragen growled at the shocked bartender. Ragen had smelled these assassins for what they were ?blood suckers?, vampires, already some were staggering to their feet, their enhanced healing making short work of their bullet wounds. He tossed aside the silver plated glocks, reaching behind himself with his blistered hands, he drew his twin ?targets? and fired rapidly. One shot straight into the eye of each monster. Ragen spun them rapidly back into his holsters as he walked out of the bar. He was severely pissed off. ?All I wanted was a drink!? He glanced at the neat line up of six black hayabusa motorcycles, ?Wealthy bloodsucking gits ? he muttered finding a topic to vent his anger on [I] ?And they didn?t even send a death dealer, that?s fucking insulting?[/I]?[I]well I guess small frys like me don?t get death dealers, lucky for me I guess, I don?t receive the pleasure of someone cutting me to pieces and playing with me gizzards? [/I] a mischievous smile crept across his face and he went back inside to retrieved a set of keys from a corpse. Returning to the corresponding motorcycles he felt around the contours of the bike and found what he was looking for, a small rectangular tracking device. Slapping it on to the fuel tank of his old motorcycle Ragen sped off into the night. ooc: liberated a pic lol "no offence bush" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Blayze Posted October 24, 2004 Share Posted October 24, 2004 Reinhardt coughed and spluttered his way back into consciousness. He looked down, noting that he was bare-chested, the scars on his chest shining dimly in the cold light. He was also suspended a few feet off the ground, and he felt a burning sensation in his back. He looked behind him and saw that he was manacled to a crucifix on the wall, and it was burning his flesh away in clouds of smoke. The bullet-wounds from earlier had almost healed, thankfully. "Well, he may not be Corvin, but he's a good catch anyway," he heard an upper-class English accent comment smugly. He looked down and saw that he was inside the vampire's manor house. This was perfect. An opportunity to see how the vampires worked, if he could escape. "Yes, Marcus will give us a great reward for finding him," another voice said. He saw that he was surrounded by a group of three Death Dealers, possibly the ones who had found him on the ground previously. Reinhardt gathered all his strength, and pulled oin the manacles. They began to come out of the wall behind him. He looked and saw that the flesh on his back was all but gone, leaving muscle exposed. He pulled again, and the manacles loosened a little more. With one final burst of strength, he wrenched the manacles out of the wall, and he dropped to the ground. The Death Dealers were on him. He dropped one with a vicious palm to the nose, his neck snapping back with a sickening crunch, then spun and elbowed the second in the chest, breaking some ribs, and possibly puncturing a lung. Then he drew his leg back and hammered it into the third's knee, breaking it, and then another kick to the groin, smashing the pelvis, and a third and final kick to the head, smashing the skull open and pulverising the brain. In a few seconds he had incapacitated three fully-trained Death Dealers. He picked up his sword, guns and clothes, and left the room swiftly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Redemption Posted October 28, 2004 Share Posted October 28, 2004 Selene looked at Michael in concern. She didn't know if he would heal fast enough for them to get out safely. The Death Dealers were really on their backs this time. Scanning her eyes over Michael's wounds, a sudden thud came from up above. " Michael....come on...we have to get out of here....." Selene whispered to him. It was no good. He didn't respond. " Oh Michael......" The thud came again. Selene stood up and loaded her guns. Whoever it was, was going to get a nasty surprise when they entered. A voice echoed through the roof. " SELENE! MICHAEL! ITS REVALE!" the voice said. " Revale?" Selene whispered, not remembering the name. It suddenly struck her. " REVALE!" Suddenly a male vampire flew through threw the roof and landed in front of Selene. " Revale!" " Ah Selene...its been so long since I've seen you..." Revale answered. Selene smiled. " Yes it has been my old friend..." Revale looked behind Selene to see Michael slumped against the wall. " So that's the hybrid?" he asked. " Yes it is. Michael is his name. And...." Selen said before she was cut off. " What are you doing with him?!" Revale said, his insizors lengthening. " REVALE STOP IT! Like you, I have been thrown out of the Death Dealers because I have sided with Michael," Selene scolded, protecting her partner. Suddenly Michael stirred. " Selene?" he said, opening his eyes. The first thing he saw was Selene and another vampire standing and talking to one another. Selene had a cross look on her face. The other vampire had its fangs out fully. " SELENE!" he yelled before turning into the hybrid and attacking the other vampire. " MICHAEL DON'T!" Selene yelled at him. OOC: I hope you don't mind DemonicElf but I needed another character to help me post. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Skillgannon Posted October 28, 2004 Share Posted October 28, 2004 Ragen wheeled the jet black motorcycle into a derelict warehouse in the industrial suburbs of underworld and into a hidden elevator behind a stack of blue drums in the corner of the building. The grill slid shut and he whistled his own elevator music to the floor he wished. Ragen wove through the empty sewers and meandered to his own quarters. His small workshop was strewn with tools and metal scraps so he parked the bike close to the door. Ragen removed his long dark coat and draped it over his newest possession. Wiping his brow, Ragen glimpsed two swords hanging on the far wall, his pride and joy, the swords of night and day. With a few quick strides he bridged the gap and had the swords in his hand and slowly moved to series of set movements. ?Parting the silk? flowed into ?The blossom fluters to earth? then switched abruptly into ?Heron wading in the rushes? Ragen flowed and ebbed in the form, using it as an outlet for his feelings. He levelled the sparkling silver sword in his right hand at chest height, revelling in the intricate runes along the length of the blade. He had spent years looking for the blades worthy of his custom designed hilt, and ambidextrous personality, he had found them in the museum of history, an exhibition of ancient Shinto katana?s, he had stolen the two that had pulled at the beast within him. He had decided to shorten the blade to increase manuverability and portability, using an industrial laser to preserve the exquisite temper of the blade. He had laser-etched lycan/vampire runes along the flats of the blade fusing them with the kanji emblem of the original sword maker to express his gratitude. The runes ran all the way to the cutting edge, getting progressively smaller as it neared. These runes were carefully constructed to form overlapping shallow micro-channels as well as to provide aesthetic appeal. The most large and easily distinguishable piece on the flat of the blade read ?live and die in the shadows? The entire blade was electroplated in a sterling silver and duralumin alloy, and honed to a sharpness worthy of a katana. Ragen flowed in an elemental form, switching hands behind his back then switching back, he thrusted back and forward simultaneously. He levelled his gaze along the length of the golden blade in his left hand which sparkled like the suns rays under the florescent light. Every katana had its own personality, this one had been a butcher, decidedly top heavy, it would have cleaved axelike, single mindedly through the defences of its adversaries. Ragen had cut this blade an inch and a half shorter than the other to compensate for the awkward backward draw, which changed the blades unique balance, transforming it into a quick and vicious beast. The same style of channelled runes ran along the blade reading, ?live your life in the light?, the blade was plated in a titanium alloy that shone like burnished gold. Even though he knew that the swords were merely tools, he had enjoyed putting them together, fixing them with their unique polymer hilts that replicated the white purity of polished ivory while cleverly hiding the complex mechanisms within. He had enjoyed carving the ancient runes in a spiral pattern along the hilts. An ancient poem as sorrowful as the wolf?s howl on a full moon. Ragen finished his form with the double guard, the silver blade glowed like a soothing finger of glimmering moonlight. It became apparent why he hade named them the swords of night and day. At the Push of a button the swords sprung to life, the runes flushed an angry blue as liquid daylight coursed through the intricate channels and dripped off the razor sharp edges. His body was relaxed and supple after the form and his mind tranquil, yet he still felt the pensiveness of the beast within himself. Perhaps a run would pacify the demon within, his mind set Ragen walked out the door, scooping up the single black lacquered scabbard that housed both the swords and sheathed the dripping blades. He set it down on the motorcycle as he swirled the coat onto his shoulders. Ragen wove through the underground tunnels and up though the subway system into the moonlit streets. Melting into the shadows, he ran. No rest for the wicked. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Synister Posted October 28, 2004 Author Share Posted October 28, 2004 [I]Michael stopped as Selene told him to.. He pauses and says[/I] ?I have to go talk with the lycans.? [I]He looked expectantly at Selene.[/I] ?You coming?? [I]Selene stared at Michael with a concerned look[/I] "Whats wrong?" [I]Selene let her head drop.[/I] [COLOR=RoyalBlue]?I?ve been their enemy for a long time Michael. I?ve killed more of their kind than you can count. I don?t blame them for not trusting me.?[/COLOR] "They will eventually trust you Selene, but for know you stay by my side." [I]Selene put her hands on his chest and placed her forehead against his. With her eyes closed she breathed deeply. Michael kept very still. She rocked her head back and forth against his.[/I] [COLOR=RoyalBlue]?Michael, Michael, Michael. What am I doing with you??[/COLOR] [I]He pulled her a little closer and whispered softly.[/I] ?Falling in love with me I hope.? [I]Selene felt her heart drop. She pulled her head away and looked at him. She truly loved his face. She could follow the lines and contours of its shape for hours. [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"I am falling in love with you."[/COLOR] She admitted only to herself. [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"And it?s not fair to you. It was my love that got you into this, and I can only hope that it will get you out."[/COLOR][/I] ?I don?t expect an answer to that.? [I]He had sensed her uneasiness caused by his words, but the truth was he really didn?t need an answer. He had looked at her eyes and he had seen it there. He had seen their sparkle and it had given her away. He would be sated with that for now.[/I] "We will go talk to the lycans tomarow night." ____________________________________________________________________ *Wipes the sweat from his head* Whoa this is getting good lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Blayze Posted October 28, 2004 Share Posted October 28, 2004 Reinhardt stepped gingerly out into the hall and crept into the great library. He walked quietly over to the biggest glass case in the room and opened it. He took out the massive tome that was inside and stowed it inside his coat. He left the library and crept along the corridor to the armoury. This would be slightly harder to infiltrate. As he entered the room, he immediately saw three vampires standing over a desk with some sort of weaponry on it. He drew one pistol, fired three shots, and they were unconscious straight away. He walked over to a large drawer marked "Scavenged Lycan Weaponry" and opened it. Inside there was just what he needed. A Desert Eagle pistol, identical in design to his, but loaded with Ultra-Violet emitting bullets. Just what he needed for taking out pesky vampires. He switched it with on of his own pistols, and found a few UV grenades in the drawer as well, which he took. He also took some silver nitrate grenades for dealing with Lycans. He turned to leave, but one of the vampires he had knocked out was standing. Perfect. He needed to test his new weapon. He drew the UV gun and fired three shots into the vampire's chest. He choked and died as three miniature suns burned inside his chest. Excellent. They worked. He left the room and the mansion, before stopping just outside the gates to check on his back. The burnt flesh was healing at an accelerated rate, but it was still tender. He had climbed over the fence just in time. The vampire guard dogs would have attacked his back, which was his only vulnerable place currently. He began to run back into the city... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Skillgannon Posted November 1, 2004 Share Posted November 1, 2004 Ragen slowed to a walk in a well illuminated square. Panting heavily he stopped and stretched his aching muscles. The moon shone down through the numerous skyscrapers around the empty square, casting an enchanting silver glow. A slight breeze blew his brown hair over his eyes, Ragen dipped into his coat pocket and popped something into his mouth, and stretched his back, grunting with satisfaction as his spine cracked into place with audible clicks. A stray bank of cloud rapidly cloaked the luminous moon, casting the square in shadow. A dark form dropped several stories and landed noiselessly on the asphalt behind Ragen. With dazzling speed it spun a set of gatsukai into it?s hands and dropped into a tiggerclaw sweep. Ragen found himself on his back in the blink of an eye, staring into the prettiest pair of eyes he had ever seen, and a pair of crimson clad thighs straddling his chest. Closer scrutiny revealed a face worthy of those eyes and a pair of daggers bitting aggressively into the flesh of his throat. ?Well hello there darling, lovely night for a walk wouldn?t you say? ?Oh we?ve got a comedian, well no ones laughing lycan dog? ?Now don?t be a right stroppy cow about it, there?s no need for name calling? Ragen was cut off abruptly by an eerie frequency as the vampiress tapped her left dagger on the concrete making the blades sing with a chilling reverberence. ?I don?t have time to play games? As she spoke she waved the ringing blades over his ear, arching back she dragged her dagger along his thigh. ?This shouldn?t be turning me on should it?? Ragen grinned Quick as a flash she slashed a shallow cut across his face from ear to chin. Ragen gritted his teeth as the silver did its damage. ?Listen here pup, I?m only going to say this once, where, are, Michael and that traitor Selene?? she crooned emphasizing the seriousness of her words with a threatening tap of her blade. ?You bitch! do you have any idea how much that stings!? his healing quickly closed the shallow gash but the pain of silver was always excruciating. Ragen fought back the anger and the part of him it would release. The beautiful deathdealer grabbed him by the hair and drew her face in close ?I don?t appreciate insolence pup? she growled menacingly. Ragen stared into her large fiery eyes and winked mischievously. She gasped in shock and clasped her hands to her eyes. Ragen used the slight distraction to push her over his head, grabbing her left leg he flipped her on her back and rolled to a sitting position above her thighs, he pinned her wrists above her head and secured her legs together with his knees. ?Terribly sorry about that? he said turning his head and spitting out a metal capsule. ?What was that, garlic!? ?Yeah, I guess it sort of worked? She struggled beneath him briefly then chuckled, ?You stupid bastard, you?ve been listening to too many old wives tales? Ragen chuckled along with her and shook his head ?that was vile? he crossed her wrists over her head and gripped them securely with his right hand. Using his free hand he fished into his jacket and pulled out the open bottle of absinthe, unscrewing the lid with his thumb and forefinger he washed the horrible taste out of his mouth with the emerald liquid. ?Care for some?? She shook her head. Ragen shrugged and took another mouthful; he then screwed the cap back on and laid the bottle on her stomach. ?Now, why don?t we start over, hi, I?m Ragen Creed, enchanted to meet you? he grinned and his eyes twinkled. The moon escaped the clutches of the inky clouds bathing the square in light, the death dealers? hair glittered platinum almost as brightly as her gatsukai which glittered wickedly in the moonlight. Her face was a mask of fearless defiance, a mask betrayed only slightly by the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She grinned sarcastically, ?Hi I?m Kola Imeny charmed I?m sure,? ?Cut the shit lycan, if your going to kill me k-? ?-who said I want to kill you, no darling, its been too beautiful a night to wreck by ripping out your pretty little throat? ? like I said I?m terribly sorry for havin to do this to you, but its the only way I can think of to keep me hide intact? he reached behind himself and pulled out his berretta and pressed it to the outside of her thigh, ? one shot wont kill ya but it should stop ya from preventing me escape, wouldn?t want ta be skewered on those nasty little buggers? his eyes drifted to her twin daggers. ?Well see ya latter Kola, it?s been a right barrel of laughs, but next time you?re in the neighbourhood just a simple hi would be fine thanks, there?s no need to knock me on me arse.? He chuckled. Kola muttered a few choice oaths as the moon was once again hidden by a stray cloud. In the darkness a gunshot flared followed by a scream of mingled pain and frustration. The remerging moon revealed a silver haired deathdealer lying on the ground, gasping for breath as her leg wound healed. Her right gatsukai dripped with lycan blood, she had been able to slash him across the forearm before he escaped into the shadows. Kola stood up and picked up the bottle of absinthe he had left behind and gulped down a mouthfull. She licked her lips at the unique taste of the Transylvanian liquor. A smile crept onto her face as she thought of the things she?d like to do to that lycan. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Blayze Posted November 3, 2004 Share Posted November 3, 2004 Reinhardt sat quietly in his tower, in a state of calm. He had been reading the book he had stolen from the vampire mansion. It was fascinating stuff. It seemed that Michael Corvin was the direct descendant of Corvinus, and that was what meant he could be a hybrid. The book also told Reinhardt that this hybrid, while a genetic mistake that should be wiped from the gene pool, was also super strong and super fast. Fortunately, the beast could be harmed by subjecting it to silver and sunlight at the same time. This would hurt the creature greatly, but may not kill it. No-one knew how to kill the abomination, but Reinhardt would definitely make sure he found out. He threw his jacket on and jumped from the balcony. All he needed was a sample of Corvin's blood to test. He rounded the corner, and bumped into a figure who towered above him in height. He looked up and saw an angry, hairy face growling at him. A lycan for sure. "Hi!" Reinhardt said cheerily, before leaping into the air and rebounding off the wall next to him. He sailed far over the lycan's head, landing behind him. The lycan drew an uzi and fired in Reinhardt's general direction. He dodged the bullets, and drew the handgun containing the silver nitrate rounds. He fired four shots into the lycan's chest, where they smoked and sizzled, but this didn't stop the lycan. He ran towards Reinhardt, transforming into his lycanthropic form as he ran. Reinhardt jumped, and forward flipped over the lycan's head, landing on his feet behind the lycan. He fired more shots into its back, filling it with so much silver that eventually it had to lay down and die in a smoking heap on the ground. Reinhardt left the alleyway quickly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Create an account or sign in to comment You need to be a member in order to leave a comment Create an account Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy! Register a new account Sign in Already have an account? Sign in here. Sign In Now Share More sharing options... Followers 0
Skillgannon Posted October 22, 2004 Share Posted October 22, 2004 "You gonna just sit there playing with that coaster kid?? The burly bartender questioned impatiently at the dark cloaked man in front of him. ?Aye Absinthe, two bottles? said the stranger fishing into his pockets and slapping a worn fifty dollar bill on the counter. The young man watched as the bartender quickly returned with the Absinthe and his change. [I]?Very efficient ?[/I] thought Ragen, though the small pub was empty save for him. ?Now you be care full with that stuff mister?? ?..Creed ? ?It?ll hit ya like mac truck? Ragen smiled wolfishly, reaching over the bar he scooped up a glass and poured himself a generous amount of the emerald liquid and gulped it down. His eyes widened at the bite of the alcohol. Ragen chuckled and poured himself another. He screwed the cap back on the flat bottle and stashed them both in his large brown coat. He settled back on the bar stool to enjoy himself, reaching for the glass he heard the front door open, he picked up a feint scent and felt a prickling on the base of his neck. Adrenaline rushed into his brain, and he gave in to the demon it would release. The thing that was Ragen heard the trigger cocking and reacted. Pivoting on the barstool he simultaneously flung the contents of the glass into the eyes of the suited assailant, causing him to fire wildly. Blurring with speed Ragen shot into the blinded man ramming his elbow into his sternum, Ragen shattered his glass over the assailant?s glock, and in a vicious reverse motion thrust the jagged projectile into his throat. [I]?6?[/I] Gripping the assailant?s gun he spun the dying man into the second assassins line of fire and thrusted an explosive front kick sending the man rocketing into the second assassin. [I]?5? [/I] thought Ragen firing two shells into the retreating form of the airborne assassins. Dropping low Ragen squeezed of three chest shots at the suited form by the door, he dipped into his coat as he rose[I]?4,3? [/I] and flung out his arm in the direction of the suited man on his left while using his coat to redirect the outstretched gun hand across the body of his newest assailant on his right. Pivoting with the motion of his coat, Ragen struck a glancing blow above the neck. Weaving his hand between the assassins, Ragen wrenched him into a vicious arm bar and stripped a second firearm while simultaneously delivering a spine shattering knee to the base of his neck. [I]?2?[/I] Dropping low Ragen swung into a tiger claw sweep, bringing a fresh suited body crashing to the polished wooden floor, using the momentum of his left foot, Ragen smashed his right boot into the jaw of the dazed assassin. Ragen?s speed was uncanny, his motion liquid and his strength elemental as he launched himself at the last suited figure, stepping off the assassins? knee he pinned the half -drawn automatic to his chest with his right foot, spiralling in the air Ragen twisted to his left, swinging his foot in a tight arc he delivered a crushing kick to the side of the head,with his heel. landing with cat-like grace on the wooden floor boards. It was all over in a matter of moments. Ragen surveyed the room detached from reality as he tried to wrestle control back from the beast, breathing heavily from the effort. ?YOU DIDN?T SEE ANYTHING, UNDERSTAND? Ragen growled at the shocked bartender. Ragen had smelled these assassins for what they were ?blood suckers?, vampires, already some were staggering to their feet, their enhanced healing making short work of their bullet wounds. He tossed aside the silver plated glocks, reaching behind himself with his blistered hands, he drew his twin ?targets? and fired rapidly. One shot straight into the eye of each monster. Ragen spun them rapidly back into his holsters as he walked out of the bar. He was severely pissed off. ?All I wanted was a drink!? He glanced at the neat line up of six black hayabusa motorcycles, ?Wealthy bloodsucking gits ? he muttered finding a topic to vent his anger on [I] ?And they didn?t even send a death dealer, that?s fucking insulting?[/I]?[I]well I guess small frys like me don?t get death dealers, lucky for me I guess, I don?t receive the pleasure of someone cutting me to pieces and playing with me gizzards? [/I] a mischievous smile crept across his face and he went back inside to retrieved a set of keys from a corpse. Returning to the corresponding motorcycles he felt around the contours of the bike and found what he was looking for, a small rectangular tracking device. Slapping it on to the fuel tank of his old motorcycle Ragen sped off into the night. ooc: liberated a pic lol "no offence bush" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blayze Posted October 24, 2004 Share Posted October 24, 2004 Reinhardt coughed and spluttered his way back into consciousness. He looked down, noting that he was bare-chested, the scars on his chest shining dimly in the cold light. He was also suspended a few feet off the ground, and he felt a burning sensation in his back. He looked behind him and saw that he was manacled to a crucifix on the wall, and it was burning his flesh away in clouds of smoke. The bullet-wounds from earlier had almost healed, thankfully. "Well, he may not be Corvin, but he's a good catch anyway," he heard an upper-class English accent comment smugly. He looked down and saw that he was inside the vampire's manor house. This was perfect. An opportunity to see how the vampires worked, if he could escape. "Yes, Marcus will give us a great reward for finding him," another voice said. He saw that he was surrounded by a group of three Death Dealers, possibly the ones who had found him on the ground previously. Reinhardt gathered all his strength, and pulled oin the manacles. They began to come out of the wall behind him. He looked and saw that the flesh on his back was all but gone, leaving muscle exposed. He pulled again, and the manacles loosened a little more. With one final burst of strength, he wrenched the manacles out of the wall, and he dropped to the ground. The Death Dealers were on him. He dropped one with a vicious palm to the nose, his neck snapping back with a sickening crunch, then spun and elbowed the second in the chest, breaking some ribs, and possibly puncturing a lung. Then he drew his leg back and hammered it into the third's knee, breaking it, and then another kick to the groin, smashing the pelvis, and a third and final kick to the head, smashing the skull open and pulverising the brain. In a few seconds he had incapacitated three fully-trained Death Dealers. He picked up his sword, guns and clothes, and left the room swiftly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redemption Posted October 28, 2004 Share Posted October 28, 2004 Selene looked at Michael in concern. She didn't know if he would heal fast enough for them to get out safely. The Death Dealers were really on their backs this time. Scanning her eyes over Michael's wounds, a sudden thud came from up above. " Michael....come on...we have to get out of here....." Selene whispered to him. It was no good. He didn't respond. " Oh Michael......" The thud came again. Selene stood up and loaded her guns. Whoever it was, was going to get a nasty surprise when they entered. A voice echoed through the roof. " SELENE! MICHAEL! ITS REVALE!" the voice said. " Revale?" Selene whispered, not remembering the name. It suddenly struck her. " REVALE!" Suddenly a male vampire flew through threw the roof and landed in front of Selene. " Revale!" " Ah Selene...its been so long since I've seen you..." Revale answered. Selene smiled. " Yes it has been my old friend..." Revale looked behind Selene to see Michael slumped against the wall. " So that's the hybrid?" he asked. " Yes it is. Michael is his name. And...." Selen said before she was cut off. " What are you doing with him?!" Revale said, his insizors lengthening. " REVALE STOP IT! Like you, I have been thrown out of the Death Dealers because I have sided with Michael," Selene scolded, protecting her partner. Suddenly Michael stirred. " Selene?" he said, opening his eyes. The first thing he saw was Selene and another vampire standing and talking to one another. Selene had a cross look on her face. The other vampire had its fangs out fully. " SELENE!" he yelled before turning into the hybrid and attacking the other vampire. " MICHAEL DON'T!" Selene yelled at him. OOC: I hope you don't mind DemonicElf but I needed another character to help me post. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skillgannon Posted October 28, 2004 Share Posted October 28, 2004 Ragen wheeled the jet black motorcycle into a derelict warehouse in the industrial suburbs of underworld and into a hidden elevator behind a stack of blue drums in the corner of the building. The grill slid shut and he whistled his own elevator music to the floor he wished. Ragen wove through the empty sewers and meandered to his own quarters. His small workshop was strewn with tools and metal scraps so he parked the bike close to the door. Ragen removed his long dark coat and draped it over his newest possession. Wiping his brow, Ragen glimpsed two swords hanging on the far wall, his pride and joy, the swords of night and day. With a few quick strides he bridged the gap and had the swords in his hand and slowly moved to series of set movements. ?Parting the silk? flowed into ?The blossom fluters to earth? then switched abruptly into ?Heron wading in the rushes? Ragen flowed and ebbed in the form, using it as an outlet for his feelings. He levelled the sparkling silver sword in his right hand at chest height, revelling in the intricate runes along the length of the blade. He had spent years looking for the blades worthy of his custom designed hilt, and ambidextrous personality, he had found them in the museum of history, an exhibition of ancient Shinto katana?s, he had stolen the two that had pulled at the beast within him. He had decided to shorten the blade to increase manuverability and portability, using an industrial laser to preserve the exquisite temper of the blade. He had laser-etched lycan/vampire runes along the flats of the blade fusing them with the kanji emblem of the original sword maker to express his gratitude. The runes ran all the way to the cutting edge, getting progressively smaller as it neared. These runes were carefully constructed to form overlapping shallow micro-channels as well as to provide aesthetic appeal. The most large and easily distinguishable piece on the flat of the blade read ?live and die in the shadows? The entire blade was electroplated in a sterling silver and duralumin alloy, and honed to a sharpness worthy of a katana. Ragen flowed in an elemental form, switching hands behind his back then switching back, he thrusted back and forward simultaneously. He levelled his gaze along the length of the golden blade in his left hand which sparkled like the suns rays under the florescent light. Every katana had its own personality, this one had been a butcher, decidedly top heavy, it would have cleaved axelike, single mindedly through the defences of its adversaries. Ragen had cut this blade an inch and a half shorter than the other to compensate for the awkward backward draw, which changed the blades unique balance, transforming it into a quick and vicious beast. The same style of channelled runes ran along the blade reading, ?live your life in the light?, the blade was plated in a titanium alloy that shone like burnished gold. Even though he knew that the swords were merely tools, he had enjoyed putting them together, fixing them with their unique polymer hilts that replicated the white purity of polished ivory while cleverly hiding the complex mechanisms within. He had enjoyed carving the ancient runes in a spiral pattern along the hilts. An ancient poem as sorrowful as the wolf?s howl on a full moon. Ragen finished his form with the double guard, the silver blade glowed like a soothing finger of glimmering moonlight. It became apparent why he hade named them the swords of night and day. At the Push of a button the swords sprung to life, the runes flushed an angry blue as liquid daylight coursed through the intricate channels and dripped off the razor sharp edges. His body was relaxed and supple after the form and his mind tranquil, yet he still felt the pensiveness of the beast within himself. Perhaps a run would pacify the demon within, his mind set Ragen walked out the door, scooping up the single black lacquered scabbard that housed both the swords and sheathed the dripping blades. He set it down on the motorcycle as he swirled the coat onto his shoulders. Ragen wove through the underground tunnels and up though the subway system into the moonlit streets. Melting into the shadows, he ran. No rest for the wicked. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Synister Posted October 28, 2004 Author Share Posted October 28, 2004 [I]Michael stopped as Selene told him to.. He pauses and says[/I] ?I have to go talk with the lycans.? [I]He looked expectantly at Selene.[/I] ?You coming?? [I]Selene stared at Michael with a concerned look[/I] "Whats wrong?" [I]Selene let her head drop.[/I] [COLOR=RoyalBlue]?I?ve been their enemy for a long time Michael. I?ve killed more of their kind than you can count. I don?t blame them for not trusting me.?[/COLOR] "They will eventually trust you Selene, but for know you stay by my side." [I]Selene put her hands on his chest and placed her forehead against his. With her eyes closed she breathed deeply. Michael kept very still. She rocked her head back and forth against his.[/I] [COLOR=RoyalBlue]?Michael, Michael, Michael. What am I doing with you??[/COLOR] [I]He pulled her a little closer and whispered softly.[/I] ?Falling in love with me I hope.? [I]Selene felt her heart drop. She pulled her head away and looked at him. She truly loved his face. She could follow the lines and contours of its shape for hours. [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"I am falling in love with you."[/COLOR] She admitted only to herself. [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"And it?s not fair to you. It was my love that got you into this, and I can only hope that it will get you out."[/COLOR][/I] ?I don?t expect an answer to that.? [I]He had sensed her uneasiness caused by his words, but the truth was he really didn?t need an answer. He had looked at her eyes and he had seen it there. He had seen their sparkle and it had given her away. He would be sated with that for now.[/I] "We will go talk to the lycans tomarow night." ____________________________________________________________________ *Wipes the sweat from his head* Whoa this is getting good lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blayze Posted October 28, 2004 Share Posted October 28, 2004 Reinhardt stepped gingerly out into the hall and crept into the great library. He walked quietly over to the biggest glass case in the room and opened it. He took out the massive tome that was inside and stowed it inside his coat. He left the library and crept along the corridor to the armoury. This would be slightly harder to infiltrate. As he entered the room, he immediately saw three vampires standing over a desk with some sort of weaponry on it. He drew one pistol, fired three shots, and they were unconscious straight away. He walked over to a large drawer marked "Scavenged Lycan Weaponry" and opened it. Inside there was just what he needed. A Desert Eagle pistol, identical in design to his, but loaded with Ultra-Violet emitting bullets. Just what he needed for taking out pesky vampires. He switched it with on of his own pistols, and found a few UV grenades in the drawer as well, which he took. He also took some silver nitrate grenades for dealing with Lycans. He turned to leave, but one of the vampires he had knocked out was standing. Perfect. He needed to test his new weapon. He drew the UV gun and fired three shots into the vampire's chest. He choked and died as three miniature suns burned inside his chest. Excellent. They worked. He left the room and the mansion, before stopping just outside the gates to check on his back. The burnt flesh was healing at an accelerated rate, but it was still tender. He had climbed over the fence just in time. The vampire guard dogs would have attacked his back, which was his only vulnerable place currently. He began to run back into the city... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skillgannon Posted November 1, 2004 Share Posted November 1, 2004 Ragen slowed to a walk in a well illuminated square. Panting heavily he stopped and stretched his aching muscles. The moon shone down through the numerous skyscrapers around the empty square, casting an enchanting silver glow. A slight breeze blew his brown hair over his eyes, Ragen dipped into his coat pocket and popped something into his mouth, and stretched his back, grunting with satisfaction as his spine cracked into place with audible clicks. A stray bank of cloud rapidly cloaked the luminous moon, casting the square in shadow. A dark form dropped several stories and landed noiselessly on the asphalt behind Ragen. With dazzling speed it spun a set of gatsukai into it?s hands and dropped into a tiggerclaw sweep. Ragen found himself on his back in the blink of an eye, staring into the prettiest pair of eyes he had ever seen, and a pair of crimson clad thighs straddling his chest. Closer scrutiny revealed a face worthy of those eyes and a pair of daggers bitting aggressively into the flesh of his throat. ?Well hello there darling, lovely night for a walk wouldn?t you say? ?Oh we?ve got a comedian, well no ones laughing lycan dog? ?Now don?t be a right stroppy cow about it, there?s no need for name calling? Ragen was cut off abruptly by an eerie frequency as the vampiress tapped her left dagger on the concrete making the blades sing with a chilling reverberence. ?I don?t have time to play games? As she spoke she waved the ringing blades over his ear, arching back she dragged her dagger along his thigh. ?This shouldn?t be turning me on should it?? Ragen grinned Quick as a flash she slashed a shallow cut across his face from ear to chin. Ragen gritted his teeth as the silver did its damage. ?Listen here pup, I?m only going to say this once, where, are, Michael and that traitor Selene?? she crooned emphasizing the seriousness of her words with a threatening tap of her blade. ?You bitch! do you have any idea how much that stings!? his healing quickly closed the shallow gash but the pain of silver was always excruciating. Ragen fought back the anger and the part of him it would release. The beautiful deathdealer grabbed him by the hair and drew her face in close ?I don?t appreciate insolence pup? she growled menacingly. Ragen stared into her large fiery eyes and winked mischievously. She gasped in shock and clasped her hands to her eyes. Ragen used the slight distraction to push her over his head, grabbing her left leg he flipped her on her back and rolled to a sitting position above her thighs, he pinned her wrists above her head and secured her legs together with his knees. ?Terribly sorry about that? he said turning his head and spitting out a metal capsule. ?What was that, garlic!? ?Yeah, I guess it sort of worked? She struggled beneath him briefly then chuckled, ?You stupid bastard, you?ve been listening to too many old wives tales? Ragen chuckled along with her and shook his head ?that was vile? he crossed her wrists over her head and gripped them securely with his right hand. Using his free hand he fished into his jacket and pulled out the open bottle of absinthe, unscrewing the lid with his thumb and forefinger he washed the horrible taste out of his mouth with the emerald liquid. ?Care for some?? She shook her head. Ragen shrugged and took another mouthful; he then screwed the cap back on and laid the bottle on her stomach. ?Now, why don?t we start over, hi, I?m Ragen Creed, enchanted to meet you? he grinned and his eyes twinkled. The moon escaped the clutches of the inky clouds bathing the square in light, the death dealers? hair glittered platinum almost as brightly as her gatsukai which glittered wickedly in the moonlight. Her face was a mask of fearless defiance, a mask betrayed only slightly by the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She grinned sarcastically, ?Hi I?m Kola Imeny charmed I?m sure,? ?Cut the shit lycan, if your going to kill me k-? ?-who said I want to kill you, no darling, its been too beautiful a night to wreck by ripping out your pretty little throat? ? like I said I?m terribly sorry for havin to do this to you, but its the only way I can think of to keep me hide intact? he reached behind himself and pulled out his berretta and pressed it to the outside of her thigh, ? one shot wont kill ya but it should stop ya from preventing me escape, wouldn?t want ta be skewered on those nasty little buggers? his eyes drifted to her twin daggers. ?Well see ya latter Kola, it?s been a right barrel of laughs, but next time you?re in the neighbourhood just a simple hi would be fine thanks, there?s no need to knock me on me arse.? He chuckled. Kola muttered a few choice oaths as the moon was once again hidden by a stray cloud. In the darkness a gunshot flared followed by a scream of mingled pain and frustration. The remerging moon revealed a silver haired deathdealer lying on the ground, gasping for breath as her leg wound healed. Her right gatsukai dripped with lycan blood, she had been able to slash him across the forearm before he escaped into the shadows. Kola stood up and picked up the bottle of absinthe he had left behind and gulped down a mouthfull. She licked her lips at the unique taste of the Transylvanian liquor. A smile crept onto her face as she thought of the things she?d like to do to that lycan. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blayze Posted November 3, 2004 Share Posted November 3, 2004 Reinhardt sat quietly in his tower, in a state of calm. He had been reading the book he had stolen from the vampire mansion. It was fascinating stuff. It seemed that Michael Corvin was the direct descendant of Corvinus, and that was what meant he could be a hybrid. The book also told Reinhardt that this hybrid, while a genetic mistake that should be wiped from the gene pool, was also super strong and super fast. Fortunately, the beast could be harmed by subjecting it to silver and sunlight at the same time. This would hurt the creature greatly, but may not kill it. No-one knew how to kill the abomination, but Reinhardt would definitely make sure he found out. He threw his jacket on and jumped from the balcony. All he needed was a sample of Corvin's blood to test. He rounded the corner, and bumped into a figure who towered above him in height. He looked up and saw an angry, hairy face growling at him. A lycan for sure. "Hi!" Reinhardt said cheerily, before leaping into the air and rebounding off the wall next to him. He sailed far over the lycan's head, landing behind him. The lycan drew an uzi and fired in Reinhardt's general direction. He dodged the bullets, and drew the handgun containing the silver nitrate rounds. He fired four shots into the lycan's chest, where they smoked and sizzled, but this didn't stop the lycan. He ran towards Reinhardt, transforming into his lycanthropic form as he ran. Reinhardt jumped, and forward flipped over the lycan's head, landing on his feet behind the lycan. He fired more shots into its back, filling it with so much silver that eventually it had to lay down and die in a smoking heap on the ground. Reinhardt left the alleyway quickly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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