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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Oct 15, 2007 3:32:10 GMT -5
The white Lycan, Rickter's smile broadened. Time they fought together for once, if indeed the Lycan would. He had no intention of fighting it, this demon was causing trouble in his city, so it was the enemy. Not the wolves.
In one swift movement he let his cloak fall from his shoulders, and lunged forwards with his gun-blade pointed directly at the head of Auron. He pulled the trigger three times as he sped through the air, he shut his eyes and vanished before the blade collided with the demon.
Reappearing he unleashed another volley of shots at the demon's back. Retreating out of arms reach to reload his clip he didn't look to see what his bullets had done.
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Post by Auron on Oct 15, 2007 18:02:55 GMT -5
Auron chuckled darkly at Namir's comment. Don't try to be a hero, or I'll kill him. Or both of them, whichever I feel like, I'll even move right up to Alena and wipe out the head of the pack if I have to. Just as he finished this projection, he caught the sight of Rickter firing at his head, and he was unable to stop it. The bullets pierced his head, his cheek, the back of his head, and one a few inches down from the top. Ferocity wailed up inside of him, like the angry melody of a guitar in a metal band. The beast had had enough, it was ready to strike back. Auron's eyes bled a deep crimson, filling his irises from the steady black that they were when he was mildly calm. His muscles strained and contorted with rage. "That was a very stupid move on your part, vampire." Auron's teeth came to a point, and he bared them. Quickly he ripped two of his pointed silver daggers out of its hook on the inside of his trench coat, his Disturbed t-shirt caught the light. The vampires back was turned, and he quickly threw one of the daggers at the middle of his back, the other lower towards his fleshy side. Then he turned spinning a silver shuriken decorated with a garnet enlaid pentagram at Pete.
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Post by Pete on Oct 22, 2007 20:18:05 GMT -5
Fool. Apparently Auron had no idea who he was messing with. On the other hand, maybe he could care less who he messed with, it seemed he would stop at nothing to get her back. And Pete would stop at nothing to make sure it didnt happen. He would bury Auron himself if need be. Feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline, the world seemed to move in slow motion, the glinting blade spinning rapidly towards him. Whipping backwards he avoided the projectile as it embedded itself into the wall a few feet behind him. His voice boomed in Auron's head. You should leave now before I decide to rip you limb from limb! His eyes glowing as they changed from blue to a piercing gold, he dropped to his knees, willing his body to transform. Fur erupting from his body, his face contorting, growing more wolf-like. Muscles growing more and more powerful, he stepped into the room, letting out a deafening roar. It was on. ((ill try to sneak on and get a few posts in. sry for my absence.))
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Post by Auron on Oct 27, 2007 12:49:16 GMT -5
Auron smirked in a sadistic manner, his smile contorting at this wolf's rage. "Now now, Peter, Don't be so protective over this little b*tch. They only screw you over in the end," Auron chuckled. With the hunting blade Namir had stabbed him with, and one of his own longer steel blades in his other hand, he slashed in the direction of Rickter's throat, in one fluid motion he slashed Pete's chest and turned to slash his thigh, and appeared on the other side of both of them. "She is rightfully mine you filthy dog, don't forget it. She's coming back with me." Auron took hold of Namir's wrists binding him with his inhuman strength and rage, then Jumped out the tall open window of Soren's room. His feet hitting the fire escape he took Namir up in his arms, commenting to her his tone demonic, "Now.. I get my chance to take you to our alter." Auron jumped off the fire escape and took off running in the darkness.
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Oct 28, 2007 6:34:12 GMT -5
Rickter bent his neck backwards as the blade slashed it his throat, it passed inches from it. His eyes began to glow red, the light from them penetrating the air around them. He wasn't going to lose this fight. He watched Auron jump out the window and looked at the assembled Lycan. "I'll hold him off, catch up quick." With that he vanished.
He reappeared in front of Auron and held his gun-blade ready for the demon to run straight onto it.
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Post by Namir Black on Oct 28, 2007 10:25:17 GMT -5
Namir was pulled against her will, she tried to resist, but his demonic strength beat hers. Her heart was heavy and angered still for pulling her from her reverie, especially by Auron. He pulled her up in his arms, against his heaving muscular chest, the smell of his oily hair repulsed her, she had to pull her head back from it. In the back of her mind she knew she couldn't fight him, he had become too strong with the excess of adrenaline, plus his demonic preternatural strength. As much as she hated to say it, she must play along. Guys, I'll be okay. Just lay low, I'll get him available for you, don't attack just yet. Follow us, just keep about 30 feet following distance. she projected to all of them. At that second, Rickter appeared in front of them with his gun blade out, if Auron kept running she would get stabbed, but her arms were pinned to her sides by Auron's grasp. "MOVE!" she bellowed to Rickter. Namir scrunched up in his arms, hoping that would give her some more protection.
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Post by Rickter Rossenhiem on Oct 28, 2007 13:30:44 GMT -5
"Dammit!" Rickter vanished again, he couldn't attack just yet. He sighed as he reappeared with the Lycan, "any ideas?" he asked in a polite voice. "I don't want that thing in my city for too long."
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Post by Pete on Oct 28, 2007 16:29:47 GMT -5
"How bout this. We find him, we save Namir, and we rip the bastard limb from limb." And with that he dissapeared into the night, hauling after the two. Backup would be nice, but he wasnt going to wait up for neither Rickter nor Mikel... This was his fight. He made a promise to the girl, he promised to protect her. He saved her from Auron once and he would do it again. He would rescue Namir even if it cost him his life... He continued on after them, waiting for Auron to stop moving. C'mon Auron, put the girl down... you want a fight, you got one... lets settle this.
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Post by Auron on Oct 29, 2007 14:44:43 GMT -5
Continued in An Altar Laced with Arsenic.
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