Talk Only Gets in the Way

[Storyteller]

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Sawyer has initiated a battle against Ripper. Awaiting outcome.

[Sawyer]

[against_peace][/against_peace]
She had always known vampires to be dense, but to have one step in the line of direct fire to try and reason with his companion was simply idiotic. For a solid second, she could do nothing but stand there, her eyes widened and mouth slightly ajar at the sheer stupidity of the vampire’s actions. Did he honestly think he was going to get out of this unscathed? Shaking her head, she brushed her fingers through her hair and gathered to thick strands, only to knot them up atop her skull. It was the only sign that Ephraim needed – and she didn’t wait. She was done with this vampire’s ********.

Not only did he act like he knew her, he thought he could talk their way out of this. It was one of the many things about the undead that crawled beneath her skin and irritated her. They acted as if they were on the path of the righteous, that they owned the city, that they could get away with ******* murder – and it sickened her. Gritting her teeth, the slender paladin hoisted her sword with ease, and as she felt her power flow through her blood, she swung. It was only meant to be a warning shot, one to grab his attention, and thus was her aim. Her blade sliced across his cheek, the wound healing almost instantly. It wasn’t her best – she would have preferred a limb or two – but it would do for now.

“Hey, Sammy, they’re fast little fuckers,” she called out, her voice husked and sweet as honey as she turned her icy glare back to her victim. “You talk too ******* much, and you know what they say about it being cheap and all.” Her words were ended with a graceful spin of her blade, a movement that had it inches from scraping against the asphalt.

I totally forgot to copy the attack, but she just scratched Ripper's cheek!

[Mooncalf]

There was a bug with joining existing RP battle sessions. I believe it's fixed now, and I'm moving all combatants into the same battle session (as it's the same thread).

[Storyteller]

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Ephraim Steele has initiated a battle against Lecovio. Awaiting outcome.

[Ripper (d) (DELETED 9823)]

His attention could not be situated everywhere at once, so the vampire split his focus in two while simultaneously dividing his energies in to two different beings; a sepia version of himself danced and sparred with the fierce female warrior while the normal body he inhabited made one last appeal to the remaining paladin and their silent leader.

"The punishment does not fit for this crime!"

[Storyteller]

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Ripper (d) attempted to fight Sawyer, but the attempt was a failure!

[Storyteller]

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Ripper (d) has initiated a battle against Sawyer. Awaiting outcome.

[Samson Krahn]

It was as if the world descended into complete chaos. Samson had been pulling back to try and get his bearings, his hand finally lifting so he could rake his knuckles across his eyes as if to try and clear the sludge away from them. Though honestly; it didn’t make things any better and he was left stricken sightless. He could hear that a fight had broken out on the other end of the alley, with the ‘other’ vampire and Sawyer. He had to give it to her, when she set her mind to something, she certainly seemed the type to follow through. Even if it put her in harm’s way. And a guy like Sam had to respect that sort of thing.

And that was when his vision began to return to him. Of course, it was incomplete, as if he had taken some sort of caustic substance to the corneas. Everything was extremely blurry. But did...it seemed as if the vampire on the other end of the alley literally split into two. Sam’s response was for his damaged orbs to widen, and for his features to take on this cast as if he was both surprised and a little offended. He even looked to Lecovio, who was only a short distance away as if to say ‘Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me man?’ But hey. Hadn’t the other vampire been the one to mention that the situation was three against one? He certainly couldn’t fault him for evening things up. Even if it was inconvenient.

Except it seemed the immediate next move was for that second, darker version of Ripper to take aim at him. He didn’t realize he’d been shot until he felt the pain. His growl was an animal sound from his chest. His hand dropped and came away bloodied and sticky. So it seemed any semblance of order was right out the window. Alright. He could certainly play that game. He hefted his axe once more, tipped his head to Lecovio, and went to go swing at the shadowy ******’s face.

11.18.17 You were skirmish attacked and wounded by Ripper (d) !
Wound: 5 day gut shot (str) wound

Samson and Sawyer will obviously be bowing out, though the player and I were talking and would still like to continue posting the actual battle through several of the attacks.

Just letting the other side know that we will be getting to the losing portion a little later. Hope that's not a problem! <3

I honestly don't know many, if any of the wounds Samson landed except for snapping Ripper (d)'s back on his knee (which is awesome). Will cover that next post!

Also wanted to say this has turned into a LOT of fun, and I look forward to doing it more in the future =D

[Lecovio]

I've lost track of all of the hits and misses Lecovio has dealt out, so this is going to be winging it a bit up until the point where the fight is concluded for each character...

He had known it was all going to break loose from the moment the second vampire turned up. The female one who seemed spoiling for a fight from the get-go. And now the alley erupted into a bedlam of gunfire and swords and blood. As he stood there, feet spread wide and bent at the knees slightly, he held to just a moment to take in the carnage as the vampire split in two and began blasting at anything that moved. The flashes of gunfire created a harsh and searing strobe effect; a painful contrast to the gloom of their surroundings.

Lecovio barrelled to the side of the alleyway, left shoulder down, avoiding the crossfire and slipping his way through the crowd. In close quarters like this he opted for his dagger, which lashed out this way and that, carving a path through for him so that he could join his fellow vampire on the other side of the small battlefield. His blade carved viciously into the back of one human as he darted by them, and sliced across the face of another.

Counter attacks whizzed past his face and then he felt with grim recognition the impact of a large blade gouge into his already bloodied and maimed head, blinding him in his right eye. His head snapped back, he stumbled, ducked low, rolled past the melee, and came to stand on the other side of the alley. As the blood cascaded down his face and chest, fleeing did not enter into his mind.

[Samson Krahn]

Sorry for the length. Trying to cover a lot of ground XD. Only one or two more posts left for this big guy before he's down for the count!

In the darkness and with the blurring of his vision, with the speed at which everyone was moving, it was almost impossible to make out anything for certain. He knew at one point, he felt the heat of a bullet graze across his shoulder. Or maybe it was one of the more serious wounds. The pain itself all seemed to melt together with the surge of adrenaline humming in his veins. His axe found a home in the shadow being’s arm, and then it’s back. The mountain man moved with deft, quick strokes that had been used to take down trees and turn them into firewood for years. He wasted absolutely no time in trying to dismantle it whatever it was. He made a note, at the very back of his mind, behind the survival and battle instincts, that if he did manage to make it through in one piece, that he needed to have a sit down chat with Ephraim and pick the man’s brain about what sort of powers the undead had. When he had signed up for the Order of Steel, he had done so with enthusiasm, following the attack on Longslade.

He had never been a soldier, but if there were monsters in the world, monsters who could and would attack the sacredness of human life - then he intended to do something about it. His knowledge of vampires was limited though, and he was learning that maybe the ‘hands on’ approach needed to also be tempered by some research. Of course, all of that went on like static white noise behind everything else going on. At one point, he and Ephraim and Sawyer all ended up circled back to back to back, shoulder against shoulder (or in Sawyer and Samson’s case, shoulder to...mid-back). In those sparse seconds, when he felt them there, he knew without a shadow of doubt he’d made the right choice. Because humanity was worth fighting for.

But there was no respite.

He yanked himself away from them and went to swing his axe at the shadowy being once more. His blade struck into it’s skull and when he went to try and pull it back out, he found too much resistance. He might have tried a second time, but right then, he felt a blade slam into his back. A howl of pain left him, but that cold steel was pulled free, only to lift and almost immediately drive into his eye. The jabs were quick. Dangerous. Near lethal. He was bleeding and his already shitty vision was failing him even more as he threw himself away from his assailant. He didn’t even see who it was, but he ended up crashing into the sepia tone version of the other vampire, with the axe sticking out of its head.

There was the sound of up close gunfire, and Samson realized he was being shot. The bullets tore through him. But he was far from done. He reached out, and caught that thing by its shoulder, and then lifted it. He hefted it in both of his hands even as he dropped to one knee. He brought the being down right onto the apex of his knee with so much force that there was a sickening crack. It was as if he had snapped the thing in two. And then he let it fall to the ground, assuming that it would either die or be put out of its misery by one of the other paladins. In either case, it seemed to be incapacitated, and that was what mattered when there were three of them to deal with. He whirled into a stand then. He was without a weapon, and terribly injured. The worst part was that his adrenaline was beginning to sizzle out of his blood, which meant that he could feel the first waves of fatigue slam into him and the pain grow more intense.

But he had a score to settle. The very man whose head he had tried to split originally. His lone eyed gaze narrowed upon Lecovio and he began towards him.