Post by Eto on Jul 3, 2016 18:54:39 GMT
Irritation and fury seemed to come off the Assamite in waves. He'd done his best to avoid Nagasaki since his conversation with Amy. He needed time to think, time to escape the world that was people. He needed to become the predator, to lose himself into instinct and reflex, to feel his prized scimitars bite into flesh. How long had it been since he'd truly let loose? Images of Don ran through his mind as he pulled into the parking lot of a bar far enough outside of Nagasaki that the oddly titled prince would have no jurisdiction. War was soon to be upon them. His children would be born in conflict, just like... Him. Eto shook his wild mane of hair and stepped out of the vehicle, pressing a button on his key fob, locking it down completely.
"My children wont ever see the likes of this war, not if I can help it." He growled kicking the doors of the bar in with a resounding crash. Every eye in the bar seemed to turn toward him at the same time, and most of those people, weren't people. They were eastern monsters, the enemy, waiting just outside Amy's precious gates. Some rose, some simply smirked at the vampire arrogant enough to challenge them on their own territory. Was this little vampire really stupid enough to come and challenge them in their own territory?
Eto slipped the sunglasses off his face, ruby eyes glowing in the dim light of the bar, his arms spread wide open in challenge. ~They wont end up like me~ He thought to himself as he stared down the gathering group of eastern vampires.
"Welcome to your grave little vampire." One of the risen creatures called out to him, smiling from ear to ear. Fifteen against one were more than dominating odds in his eyes. "You seem to have come to the wrong place." The creatures English was poor as best, but Eto understood the connotation well enough. They planned to kill him.
"You'll all be able to greet the world, this world fully and without fear." He promised his unborn children.
"Is this one of those loony one's?" Came a question from one of the creatures to his right. ~Does it matter?~ He though to himself in response as his ruby eyes opened once again.
They all seemed to move at once, rushing toward him with pool sticks and knives. The Assamite was a blur of motion, rage and instinct, speed and reflex. A pool stick broke over his shoulder as he severed the arms of one of the knife weilder, dropping him into a screaming mass on the floor. Blood spilled, bodies piled up as the Assamite gave into his instincts, gave into his beast. The fight took only a few minutes, fifteen corpses, one wounded fighter. Eto could still feel the knife sticking out of his ribs. They'd missed his heart, by one rib. He'd taken their head for even trying.
A few gallons of gasoline, a lighter, (courtesy of Don's smoking habit) and one burning bar later. Eto was one his way back to Nagasaki. His job done, his tension for the most part released. He'd have a few new scars, and he'd be sore until he ventured back to hell, but he smiled. His kids would be free to enjoy the world, he'd carve out for them. Even if he had to kill every Eastern Monster himself to do so.
"My children wont ever see the likes of this war, not if I can help it." He growled kicking the doors of the bar in with a resounding crash. Every eye in the bar seemed to turn toward him at the same time, and most of those people, weren't people. They were eastern monsters, the enemy, waiting just outside Amy's precious gates. Some rose, some simply smirked at the vampire arrogant enough to challenge them on their own territory. Was this little vampire really stupid enough to come and challenge them in their own territory?
Eto slipped the sunglasses off his face, ruby eyes glowing in the dim light of the bar, his arms spread wide open in challenge. ~They wont end up like me~ He thought to himself as he stared down the gathering group of eastern vampires.
"Welcome to your grave little vampire." One of the risen creatures called out to him, smiling from ear to ear. Fifteen against one were more than dominating odds in his eyes. "You seem to have come to the wrong place." The creatures English was poor as best, but Eto understood the connotation well enough. They planned to kill him.
"You'll all be able to greet the world, this world fully and without fear." He promised his unborn children.
"Is this one of those loony one's?" Came a question from one of the creatures to his right. ~Does it matter?~ He though to himself in response as his ruby eyes opened once again.
They all seemed to move at once, rushing toward him with pool sticks and knives. The Assamite was a blur of motion, rage and instinct, speed and reflex. A pool stick broke over his shoulder as he severed the arms of one of the knife weilder, dropping him into a screaming mass on the floor. Blood spilled, bodies piled up as the Assamite gave into his instincts, gave into his beast. The fight took only a few minutes, fifteen corpses, one wounded fighter. Eto could still feel the knife sticking out of his ribs. They'd missed his heart, by one rib. He'd taken their head for even trying.
A few gallons of gasoline, a lighter, (courtesy of Don's smoking habit) and one burning bar later. Eto was one his way back to Nagasaki. His job done, his tension for the most part released. He'd have a few new scars, and he'd be sore until he ventured back to hell, but he smiled. His kids would be free to enjoy the world, he'd carve out for them. Even if he had to kill every Eastern Monster himself to do so.
