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[berceusedefou]

Who: Alfred, Alexia, Genesis, open
Where: Throughout the city
When: Afternoon of 10/17
Summary: Poor dear isn't thinking clearly, so naturally he's going to flip the fuck out. INCLUDES: Family reunion, battle with Genesis, AND MORE!
Rating: I'd say PG-13 for violence and the twins being...them, just right now

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[berceusedefou]

The tyrant's head snapped to face the intruder. Who was he? Why was he standing in his way? Didn't he know who, or what, he was dealing with?

The weapon. The wretch wanted to fight. So be it. The glow was distressing, brought about by some magic no doubt, but it made no difference. The fool would be taken care of swiftly and easily.

Quickly, Alfred drew his right hand back towards his chest and then whipped it outward. A crimson arc flew from his wrist, the blood droplets igniting almost immediately on the ground near the stone wall of the bridge.

Slowly, he took a few steps toward the band of fire and the man who dared to stand in his way, raising in clawed left hand in preparation.

[berceusedefou]

By the time Alfred had noticed Genesis's leap to the other wall, a sword was screaming down at his head. In a split second sacrifice, he made an attempt to crouch and threw his tentacles to the air in a wild attempt to keep the blade from anything vital.

The metal sank through the muscular flesh of a few tentacles, and even managed to carve a bit into his shoulder.

Enraged further by the pain, the monster took a desperate swing at his attacker with his claws.

[berceusedefou]

Such a foolish mistake was precisely the opening Alfred was looking for. The boiling heat of his blood made the fire attack almost negligible. The worst of the damage came from the fireballs beating down against him, slowing him, but not visibly harming his hardened skin.

It was now or never. Even in his frenzied state, Alfred knew that his assailant wouldn't give him another golden opportunity like this.

Claw spread and ready to strike, he charged directly into the magic bursts of flame before leaping, frantically buzzing his sole set of wings to gain an extra second of air time, an extra few feet, before he came crashing down, prepared to deliver a hard swing at Genesis.

[berceusedefou]

Nothing. His claws caught nothing. This battle had been proving less than satisfactory, so far, especially for Alfred. He'd taken more damage than he'd care to, and even under the hardened armour of his skin, it hurt.

Of course, that hurt was nothing compared to what it felt like when Genesis's sword missed the exoskeleton-like armour, and sunk into his more tender flesh.

His fiery eyes widened and glowed, and he made a pained sound that was a mixture of a roar, a wail, and a howl. Then, massive claw extended and tentacles flailing wildly as the blood leaking from his wounds ignited, he charged. Blind fury fuelled him at this point, and he wasn't going to quit until he was certain the other man wasn't a threat any more.

[berceusedefou]

The flesh to be caught in the blade's path where a few wayward tentacles that weren't pulled away quick enough. With utmost ease they were lopped off and fell to the ground, joining the others that were so unceremoniously removed. Alfred's new wounds began to leak even more flammable blood, creating a small inferno around the writhing detached appendages.

As he cried out in pain, he noticed his opponent had left. No, not left. Ascended. This left him in a bad position. If he stayed, he would be dive-bombed and possibly mortally wounded.

He took a moment to judge his possibilities and then made the tactical decision to retreat further into the city. The tyrant made a mad dash, propelling himself with his battered wing, toward the centre of the city and the goal he had set out to find before.

Blood and, subsequently, fire, trailed behind him, and he hoped that Genesis wouldn't follow.