He stood rooted to the spot. He wouldn’t smile, that would imply pride which was of course a sin. No, he would simply enjoy the sight before him
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"Finish off the weak and wounded then take cover Mykel. I don't need one of my best men coming harm."
"With great honor Father." The young man stood and smiled as the last words were spoken, "As you with Father." Mykel did as told he informed the other to begin to shoot the liquid silver bullets at the fleeing Lycan's. "She did well." Mykel smiled wide as he heard the words of the female vampire telling the Father of the silver nitrate for the weapons.
Aiming for a target Mykel let one more round ring in the night air. Then he sounded his people to retreat and return as ordered.
(ooc: Uh, Raven, I'm sorry if you didn't want Soren (or anyone) showing up in this thread. So if you had other plans, just lemme know and I'll delete this.)
He'd stayed in the demolished parts of the mansion reasoning that whoever was attacking wouldn't re-target what was already destroyed. Eventually Soren made it to the dojo. There wasn't much that could be easily salvade, but he did find three hand guns and about a dozen magazines. Putting them all into a leather pouch, the vampire was about to go back to Marcus when the figure of a spectator caught his eye. He saw him standing on a sight hill not to far away, surveying the carnage.
A furious hiss escaped the janissary's palle lips. This must be the leader, or at least one of them. His posture was erect, formal, like someone in charge. Cautiously, Soren moved closer. He'd tracked tracked both ravening lycan's and rogue vampires in his life. Sneaking up on a mortal was a piece of cake. However it was who he saw standing with the mortal that really threw him for a loop
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He called it God's voice, that feeling, that sensation at the back of his head that had allowed him to survive this long against the wreatched creatures.
Morgan felt the eyes of the unholy upon him, the priest looked around as he backed up, taking cover. A vampire was out there! He just knew it! He gave silent hand orders to for his men to start spreading.
'Find IT! he snapped with furious hand gestures even as he himself took up the hunt. The unclean beasts needed to be taught a lesson as he unholstered his side arm with it's uv amo.
(ooc: yeah sure. XD Btw, do you mind if I create a priest character? I've noticed none of them are pacifists... *grin*)
The hands signals were clear as daylight to someone who'd served as a warrior for centuries. Somehow the man knew he was here.
I have to stop him now. Soren broughted his gun up again, in line with the human's sneering head. Eat lead, you bastard.The janissary's finger pulled the trigger, and the shot echoed. But no bullet came firing out. The gun was empty. Soren was hosed
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The empty gunshot resounded through the early morning. Stupid creature! Morgan silently seethed, he would capture the beast! If the creature begged enough he might grant a merciful death.
He gestured sharply to zero in on the sound, having his men surround the area. The father called in all his years of training and hunted the wreatched vampire. He knew the creatures were highly sensative, he did his best to be the hunter.
There was the sound of scuffle as one of his men found the creature, Morgan turned on heel and ran for the direction of the fight.
The father burst throught the trees in time to see the vampire, he was compact, obvisiouly one of their fighters whom was wielding whips!
"Surround it!" he snapped! "Stay out of range!" he hissed, his fighters should know better! "Drive it to the trees! Bring it down!" He gestured with the hand signals for tranquilizers to be used as well.
"I grant absolution to your soul. May you rest in peace. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen."
Gently, Father Andrew laid Selene's body neatly on the ground, folding her hands serenely over her stomach and brush her eyelids closed.
"I hardly think that was necessary," he commented to his co-patriot, Father Morgan. It pained Andrew to see so much bloodshed outside the reassuring walls of his monastery where he'd spent most of the last ten years. However, curiousity had roused him from his peaceful life. Father Morgan had required someone who had an in-depth knowledge of vampires and lycans and actually believed in their exsistence. Father Andrew had fit the bill
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Merlynn tried to stay hidden, unlike Ordoghaz, he wasn’t sure the lycans would run to hide deeper in their lair, instead of leaving their den and coming out. And if they did, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be in their way. He mentally cursed having taken on this mission. He was not the fighting type, definitely not the hero type
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There was no sign of Raze or Pierce or anyone with rank. Lucian directed the hysteric lycans as best he could, but dammit, they weren't really prepared for an attack of this scale.
Which was essentially his fault.
A lot of the pack would be okay though heading out the lair's myriad of exits. Whoever was attacking them would have a hard--if not impossible--time of catching every lycan.
Leading Michael throught the tunnels, Lucian had barely taken another step when his coat pocket began to ring. But his phone was on his desk... Wait a minute, this was Kraven's phone! He still had it; he'd left it in his coat.
"Hello? Who is this?!" Lucian demanded answering the device, his patience all but reaching its end.
Who could possibly be calling on Kraven's cell? Despite the severity of the situation, Lucian had to answer. For all he knew, it might be urgent.
"I'll continue on up ahead, look for wounded. Look after yourself. I care alot about what happens to you - please be careful."
The lycan leader nodded. It would be wise for Michael to handle that. The phone conversation couldn't possibly be that long.
“I’m looking for Kraven! Damn it, where can I find him? I have to warn them, if it’s not too late…”
"Too late? Too late for what? Father Merlynn? It's you, isn't it? Merlynn, what the hell is going on?!" Then a new suspician surfaced in Lucian's mind. "It's not vampires attacking here, is it." Although phrased like a question, the sentence was a statement. Who exactly were the lycans up against?
"Forgive me for the sudden arrival Soren, but it looks like you could use some assistance."
I'll be damned... Soren thought. "Never knew I'd be happy to see you," the janissary smirked, but there was still an edge of gratefulness to his voice as he reholstered one of his whips and caught the gun Nathaniel tossed to him.
"Let's show these bastards vampire steel!"
Soren nodded in briskly, a malicious smile cutting across his face. Bullets fired from both vampire's guns, and the older man's whip snaked about just as lethally. Although these men were well trained, they were inexperienced and couldn't handle two vampires at once.
Then he turned his attention on the two official priests. One looked quite shocked and out of place. The other, the leader, was clasping a shotgun. Rapidly, Soren's whip shot out, and the gun went sailing out of the man's hand leaving him with only the dagger he'd used on Selene and blood dripping from his injured hand.
Nathaniel chuckled at Soren's grudging acceptance of his assistance and maintained a steady gun fire at their enemies. He targeted the mortals one by one as Soren did the same, his whip snaking out occasionaly to bring a sudden end to a mortal life.
Soon they were down to 2 mortals. One stood, looking totally bewildered and defenceless while the other was relieved of his gun by Soren.
Feeling quite smug at the victory that he and the older vampire had carved out. He kept his gun trained on the man who looked to be the leader as he waited for one of the mortals to make a move or speak. He hoped that they tried something...so that he could shoot them down like dogs.
"Damnation!" Morgan swore! A second creature had arrived! They were so close to capturing this one! He yelped as the gun was snapped from his had by the damned beast's whips.
The father knew against one lone vampire, they could have taken it down, but now that there were two?!
"Let them go!" he snapped as he cradled his injured hand. "We will have them another day!" He couldn't afford of loose any more men as he scowled at the fallen fighter. He watched with a burning heart as the two vampires were let go.
The bodies all fell on the ground, their blood soaking the ground. Soren smiled. At heart he really was a warrior and their was nothing like the adrenaline rush of a good fight. From the look on Nathaniel's face, the janissary could see he felt the same.
"Let them go!" he snapped as he cradled his injured hand. "We will have them another day!"
Soren sneered. "Let us go? At the moment, you're out of guards. What makes you think we're going to let you go?"
Following Nathaniel's gesture, he brought his gun out. "Careful Nathaniel. He still has a dagger, and he knows how to use it."
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Taking out his cell he called the one man who had the vision of all he worshiped.
Kneeling to the ground he dialed that number. "Father, It is done. The lycan's are running for there lives."
He faced the far eastern sky. The night grew pale as the sun began to kiss the tree tops.
"What do you wish now Father?" He asked in his foreign accent.
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"With great honor Father." The young man stood and smiled as the last words were spoken, "As you with Father." Mykel did as told he informed the other to begin to shoot the liquid silver bullets at the fleeing Lycan's. "She did well." Mykel smiled wide as he heard the words of the female vampire telling the Father of the silver nitrate for the weapons.
Aiming for a target Mykel let one more round ring in the night air. Then he sounded his people to retreat and return as ordered.
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He'd stayed in the demolished parts of the mansion reasoning that whoever was attacking wouldn't re-target what was already destroyed. Eventually Soren made it to the dojo. There wasn't much that could be easily salvade, but he did find three hand guns and about a dozen magazines. Putting them all into a leather pouch, the vampire was about to go back to Marcus when the figure of a spectator caught his eye. He saw him standing on a sight hill not to far away, surveying the carnage.
A furious hiss escaped the janissary's palle lips. This must be the leader, or at least one of them. His posture was erect, formal, like someone in charge. Cautiously, Soren moved closer. He'd tracked tracked both ravening lycan's and rogue vampires in his life. Sneaking up on a mortal was a piece of cake. However it was who he saw standing with the mortal that really threw him for a loop ( ... )
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Morgan felt the eyes of the unholy upon him, the priest looked around as he backed up, taking cover. A vampire was out there! He just knew it! He gave silent hand orders to for his men to start spreading.
'Find IT! he snapped with furious hand gestures even as he himself took up the hunt. The unclean beasts needed to be taught a lesson as he unholstered his side arm with it's uv amo.
(ooc: you wanna have our first fight m'dear?!?)
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The hands signals were clear as daylight to someone who'd served as a warrior for centuries. Somehow the man knew he was here.
I have to stop him now. Soren broughted his gun up again, in line with the human's sneering head. Eat lead, you bastard.The janissary's finger pulled the trigger, and the shot echoed. But no bullet came firing out. The gun was empty. Soren was hosed ( ... )
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He gestured sharply to zero in on the sound, having his men surround the area. The father called in all his years of training and hunted the wreatched vampire. He knew the creatures were highly sensative, he did his best to be the hunter.
There was the sound of scuffle as one of his men found the creature, Morgan turned on heel and ran for the direction of the fight.
The father burst throught the trees in time to see the vampire, he was compact, obvisiouly one of their fighters whom was wielding whips!
"Surround it!" he snapped! "Stay out of range!" he hissed, his fighters should know better! "Drive it to the trees! Bring it down!" He gestured with the hand signals for tranquilizers to be used as well.
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Gently, Father Andrew laid Selene's body neatly on the ground, folding her hands serenely over her stomach and brush her eyelids closed.
"I hardly think that was necessary," he commented to his co-patriot, Father Morgan. It pained Andrew to see so much bloodshed outside the reassuring walls of his monastery where he'd spent most of the last ten years. However, curiousity had roused him from his peaceful life. Father Morgan had required someone who had an in-depth knowledge of vampires and lycans and actually believed in their exsistence. Father Andrew had fit the bill ( ... )
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Which was essentially his fault.
A lot of the pack would be okay though heading out the lair's myriad of exits. Whoever was attacking them would have a hard--if not impossible--time of catching every lycan.
Leading Michael throught the tunnels, Lucian had barely taken another step when his coat pocket began to ring. But his phone was on his desk... Wait a minute, this was Kraven's phone! He still had it; he'd left it in his coat.
"Hello? Who is this?!" Lucian demanded answering the device, his patience all but reaching its end.
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“Lucian?” the priest queried. “I’m looking for Kraven! Damn it, where can I find him? I have to warn them, if it’s not too late…”
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"I'll continue on up ahead, look for wounded. Look after yourself. I care alot about what happens to you - please be careful."
The lycan leader nodded. It would be wise for Michael to handle that. The phone conversation couldn't possibly be that long.
“I’m looking for Kraven! Damn it, where can I find him? I have to warn them, if it’s not too late…”
"Too late? Too late for what? Father Merlynn? It's you, isn't it? Merlynn, what the hell is going on?!" Then a new suspician surfaced in Lucian's mind. "It's not vampires attacking here, is it." Although phrased like a question, the sentence was a statement. Who exactly were the lycans up against?
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I'll be damned... Soren thought. "Never knew I'd be happy to see you," the janissary smirked, but there was still an edge of gratefulness to his voice as he reholstered one of his whips and caught the gun Nathaniel tossed to him.
"Let's show these bastards vampire steel!"
Soren nodded in briskly, a malicious smile cutting across his face. Bullets fired from both vampire's guns, and the older man's whip snaked about just as lethally. Although these men were well trained, they were inexperienced and couldn't handle two vampires at once.
Then he turned his attention on the two official priests. One looked quite shocked and out of place. The other, the leader, was clasping a shotgun. Rapidly, Soren's whip shot out, and the gun went sailing out of the man's hand leaving him with only the dagger he'd used on Selene and blood dripping from his injured hand.
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Soon they were down to 2 mortals. One stood, looking totally bewildered and defenceless while the other was relieved of his gun by Soren.
Feeling quite smug at the victory that he and the older vampire had carved out. He kept his gun trained on the man who looked to be the leader as he waited for one of the mortals to make a move or speak. He hoped that they tried something...so that he could shoot them down like dogs.
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The father knew against one lone vampire, they could have taken it down, but now that there were two?!
"Let them go!" he snapped as he cradled his injured hand. "We will have them another day!" He couldn't afford of loose any more men as he scowled at the fallen fighter. He watched with a burning heart as the two vampires were let go.
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"Let them go!" he snapped as he cradled his injured hand. "We will have them another day!"
Soren sneered. "Let us go? At the moment, you're out of guards. What makes you think we're going to let you go?"
Following Nathaniel's gesture, he brought his gun out. "Careful Nathaniel. He still has a dagger, and he knows how to use it."
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