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Mar 24, 2016 0:56:35 GMT
Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 24, 2016 0:56:35 GMT
Angel managed to teleport behind the other two Brujah, neither of whom seemed to know what was going on. His sword slid easily through the muscles of one, getting between the ribs and separating a valve from the main heart. The Kindred fell forward, taking a deep breath and collapsing against the ground. He seemed incapacitated but did not turn to dust. His blood began to pool on the ground as the other turned, bending at the knees and rushing forward at a boxer's speed. His large, meaty hand fell and then rose in an uppercut towards the Tremere's stomach, hoping to knock him back and away from the sword, which was embedded too deep into the rabble to be easily retrieved.
The Assamite also succeeded in his own blow, managing to bring his opponent to his knees. Three ribs, just beneath his thin fist, cracked audibly. One splintered inwards, shards slicing through his lungs and causing him to sputter noisily, blood flecking the ground as he hunched himself over. Unfortunately, that did not mean he was finished. His eyes began to glow a dangerous sanguine red, his head jerking up. Visibly, his muscles would bunch and grow, swelling. Within a second, he was on his feet again and rushing towards Eto, driven to stupidity by his Beast.
Hands thick like rope went to wrap around the sand beast's neck to squeeze. If he was successful, it would not take too much energy to cut off any airflow. For a vampire, this would do minimal damage and was highly ineffective, but if he was given the opportunity, he would continue to squeeze until the neck broke.
Finn stood by to watch the scene as it played out, laughing maniacally. Why his loud, raucous laughter did not bring anybody running around the back of the club to see what was going on would be a mystery, but it seemed they were being given their privacy. At least for the moment. His madness would intensify in the air around them, driving the bloodlust deeper into each of the fights.
Those affected would feel an increase to their speed, strength, dexterity, stamina, and all main statistics equal to that of a frenzy without the effects of the Beast.
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Mar 24, 2016 4:56:15 GMT
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 24, 2016 4:56:15 GMT
Angel would drop to the ground with lightning speed he didn't even seem to notice that he was reacting far faster than normal. As he dropped he spun hoping to catch the charging Brujah in a leg sweep to knock him to the ground!
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Mar 24, 2016 5:15:16 GMT
Post by Eto on Mar 24, 2016 5:15:16 GMT
Eto growled softly, the best sound he could make with a broken jaw. The Brujah wanted to let out his beast, lets see how his beast liked pain. Eto's hand shot to his belt, and it seemed to come away with nothing, but his fingers moved dexterously, and a thin garrote wire would wrap itself around the meaty arms of the Brujah trying to strangle him, and if he didn't do anything to stop him, Eto would pull. Shredding muscles, tendons, and ligaments in his arms before biting cruelly into the bone of the idiotic creature. Rage was beginning to pour off the Assamite in waves, he wanted to kill the Brujah, but it would break the rules. Rules he very specifically refused to break.
~Bloody fool, he'd outmatched, he should know when he's beaten~ Should the Brujah drop him, he'd proceed to kick, aiming to the chest to break more ribs, and make any more movement difficult if not impossible for the gang member.
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Mar 24, 2016 15:50:53 GMT
Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 24, 2016 15:50:53 GMT
Angel was successful! He managed to sweep the legs of the Brujah out from under him, but using his enhanced speed, the zealot reached out to grab a fistful of his white hair and bring him down as well. The two hit the ground with a thunderous sound, enough force to break the elbow of the Brujah. He let out a noise of agony before scrambling to try and get on top of the Tremere, focused on bashing his head against the unforgiving cement beneath them both.
Eto's wire managed to wrap around his opponent's arm, who let out a howl of pain. His hand dangled loosely at the end of his wrist, useless, and his other swiped at the cause of the pain in an attempt to remove the wire. He was distracted as Eto prepared for another attack, and took a foot against his chest. He tumbled backwards with the sickening sound of splintering wood filling the air, his eyes wide in shock, before he fell to the ground. The light began to leave his features and, within moments, he began to turn to dust.
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Mar 24, 2016 19:56:12 GMT
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 24, 2016 19:56:12 GMT
Angel felt the sting of his hair being pulled then he would go tumbling forward. Landing on the Brujah he grunted and didn't have the time to recover before the Brujah was on top of him. But that wasn't enough to stop Angel as he palm thrust up, and through, the chest of the Brujah. His target, the Brujah's heart.
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Mar 25, 2016 1:57:29 GMT
Post by Eto on Mar 25, 2016 1:57:29 GMT
Eto's grace was more than godlike as he made his way over toward the pair of Brujah fighting against Angel, his fangs bared as he moved to grab one by the back and sink his fangs into it's neck. He might not be able to bit, but he most certainly could drive his fangs into the creatures throat. He wanted blood, wanted to feed, wanted to fix the pain in his jaw, and nothing and no one was going to stop him.
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Mar 25, 2016 2:01:49 GMT
Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 25, 2016 2:01:49 GMT
The Brujah on top of Angel managed to drive his fist down, but before Angel's head would collide with the cement, his entire body froze. His eyes widened and he, too, tumbled uselessly to the ground, even as Eto's fangs sank into his neck. All the Assamite would get from the bite is a mouthful of dust and ash as the body began to melt away into nothingness, leaving only one Brujah left.
Finn's cackling grew more intense for a moment before their energy, rage, and uncertainty would melt away to nothingness, leaving the three Kindred still standing weak and tired.
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Mar 25, 2016 2:09:29 GMT
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 25, 2016 2:09:29 GMT
Angel just laid there breathing heavily out of reflex more than anything. He was tired but he didn't know why...
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Mar 25, 2016 2:13:24 GMT
Post by Eto on Mar 25, 2016 2:13:24 GMT
Eto growled and glared at both Angel and the remaining Brujah. Fury obvious in his tired, dark circled eyes. ~Bloody waste of time vampires~ With that thought in mind, he give Angel a furious glare, and turn walking past the madman pulling out his cellphone.
~~Just ashed one of your Brujah, Angel ashed another. Finn can attest self defense, Feeding and heading to the Manor.~~
He shot the Text to Amy/One of Amy's Retainers, before taking off out of the club burning what little strength he had left to get home.
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Mar 25, 2016 5:28:44 GMT
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 25, 2016 5:28:44 GMT
Finn let him go with a wild smile on his face. He moved over to the Tremere, staring down at him for a moment before offering one gloved hand.
"Good show, ol' chap! Mighty fine sport indeed!" He squeaked in a terrible cockney accent.
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Mar 25, 2016 5:35:20 GMT
Post by Angel Mau on Mar 25, 2016 5:35:20 GMT
Angel chuckled and shrugged as he accepted the hand and stood up.
"I... I don't know what came over me. Normally I wouldn't kill someone just for picking a fight but... I just couldn't stop myself..."
Angel contemplated that for a moment before walking over and yanking his sword out of the last Brujah. He slung the blade to remove the blood that was on it then returned it to its sheath. Afterwards he would turn to look at the large kook.
"Am... am I going to get in trouble for this?"
He would ask looking like a kid that said a bad word.
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Mar 25, 2016 5:37:12 GMT
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 25, 2016 5:37:12 GMT
"Proooooobably," Finn said before losing himself to manic laughter once more. He fell backwards against the wall, catching himself and rubbing his hands against his sides, as if he had a stitch.
"Mmmmmmagic user is a KIIIIIILLER. Killerkiller."
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Mar 25, 2016 5:43:07 GMT
Post by Angel Mau on Mar 25, 2016 5:43:07 GMT
Angel wasn't sure if he should believe the crazy guy or not. He seemed absolutely bat shit crazy. For now though Angel was just tired and wanted to rest.
"Well. I guess I'll find out tomorrow. For now I just need a good nights rest. I'll deal with dying tomorrow."
Then he too would wander off back home to sleep!
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Mar 25, 2016 5:44:44 GMT
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 25, 2016 5:44:44 GMT
"Killer! Killerkiller. Magic user goooonna diiiieeee~"
His voice would follow him, almost as if he were in Angel's ear, until he managed to get back into the streets of Nagasaki. His laughter, however, would haunt Angel's dreams that day.
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