RPG - Supernatural: Vampire vs Werewolf (Page 14 of 27)

(Awesome...thanx guys...)
Ashryn was getting sick of this slayer. He'd never felt the urge to take a life in anger. This was definitely a first. He hissed through gritted teeth, as he removed the holy water rounds from his knee and foot. Striker seemed even more upset as he removed the round from his chest with an angry shout.

"I... HATE...SLAYERS!!!" Striker yelled in futility, after the fleeing targets.

"Nice of you to finally join us, Striker. What took you so long? I've got this pesky slayer, and Murk Valley's werewolves are in an awful uproar. It hasn't helped that certain of our coven have been openly attacking them. Somethings very wrong here. We need to get her to D, quickly." Ashryn and Striker were both running after the pesky Slayer and the woman.

"D's been busy with his own problems." Striker says running slightly faster than Ashryn.

"Do tell..." Ashryn said.

(Sev concerning your last post... Fort's name is Nathaniel, his younger brother, although he also uses the nickname Fort, is Daniel.)

Fort looked over the horrid body of the were. This really wasn't the work of a Balor Lord...

THUD...

THUD...

THUD...

KRAAAAAAAAAAAARRR!!!!  A deafening roar sounded behind Fort, Griggs, and Paul and they turned, slowly. The Balor Lord stood behind them, setting fire to the foliage around it. Its flame whip snaked eerily around its mammoth legs and its flame sword hung menacingly from his hand.

Fort unsheathed Nasher.

"RUN!" He yelled.

Paul threw Clara's body over his shoulder and ran back the way they came. Griggs ran after him shooting backa t the Balor Lord for covering fire. Fort brought up the rear.

Fort heard an incantation and leapt a few feet forward out of instinct. A fireball impacted where he was just standing and the shockwave sent him flying into Griggs. He and Griggs scrambled to their feet and kept running. Fort took out his magnum and let loose a few pointless rounds into the giant demon. It was somewhat slow on feet however, so they thought they had a chance.

"KRAAAAAARAAAAAAAOOORRRR!" The Balor Lord roared again and its flaming wings stretched from its back. The giant wingspan arched over the trees lining the path in the park and set fire to some more foliage. With its huge legs, it leapt high into the air and flapped its wings. There was no skin , no membrane on the wings. it was only bone and fire. It flew purely on demonic magic. This made the group run even faster.

"We're gonna need a bigger boat!" Griggs muttered to Fort while sprinting

"Jaws!" Fort yelled over the sound of the Balor's roars. Griggs chuckled and looked back at the direction he was running. Fort holstered his magnum and grasped Nasher with both hands again.

The Balor Lord swooped over the group and slammed into the ground in front of Paul, who nearly faceplanted into the cement. The Balor let loose another deafening roar and the group skidded to a halt and ran the other way.

The Balor Lord was too close to Paul however. It brought down its huge fire sword. Fort flung himself in the way and defleced the blow, he couldn't block such a strike completely. The blade bit deep into the concrete sidewalk and send shards of it in every direction.

The Balor recovered quickly and flung its whip at Fort while pulling out the sword from the sidewalk. Fort nimbly deflected the whip as embers flew around him. Fort whirled around, dodging the pommel of the Balor Lord's sword and threw a quick slash at the Balor's knee. Nasher cut threw the leg about 3 inches in and deep red blood spilled out.

The wound would heal momentarily however, but it stalled the Balor long enough to allow Fort to sprint away again, leaping over a low strike from thw whip.

Paul was far enough away and had a good enough lead that he had a good chance of survival. Griggs doubled back when he saw Fort dueling the Balor Lord to cover him. Fort, although he had managed to get out of the Balor Lord's immediate grasp, was in more trouble.

The Balor Lord aimed its sword in Fort's direction and began an incatation. He would melt Fort with the fire spell he was casting. Griggs unclipped a grenade from his belt and tossed it at the Balor Lord.

"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!" Griggs yelled in the process

Fort turned to see the grenade go off in the Balor's face and it reeled from the damage and interupted its casting.

"Lord of the Rings!" Fort yelled to Griggs with a huge smile on his face after nimbly escaping death once again. Fort rejoined Griggs and they sprinted into the main part of the city and darted in and out of alley's, following Paul.

The Balor Lord was on his knees and blood poured from his mouth and into his hand. He would need to wait several moments before this kind of damage healed completely. It blinded him as well, so he roared back at Fort and Griggs as they fled. It took flight and flew in the general direction of its master. He would return.

After they had ran a fair distance Paul stopped gasping.  A pain was taking over his back.  He craned his neck to see if anything was wrong and was rewarded with a fresh blast of pain. 

"Hey Fort do you see any injuries on my back?"

"Not through the trench coat.  Take you shirt off."

Paul obliged taking his trench coat and then the tee off.  Fort whistled.

"Well Paul you only have several shards of concrete sticking out your back."

Paul took on a sarcastic tone.  "Oh is that all?  Can you get any big shards out?  My werewolf healing factor can't push big ones out of the skin."

"Better grab onto something."

Paul took his tee shirt and put it in his mouth and bit down hard as he felt the concrete slide out of his skin.  After it was over he shurgged on his t-shirt and trench coat.  Paul was leading them back to Daphne's.  He was going drop Fort and Griggs off there and then continue on to the conclave.  He sniffed the air.  Daphne was near.  As he approached the house, he saw her come out onto the street.

"Paul what's going on?"  Paul stepped into the street light and heard a gasp from Daphne. 

"What happened to her?"

Fort steped up.  "We don't know.  But we don't think it was a Balor Lord.  It's probably worse."

This drew another gasp. 

Paul spoke up.  "I think it's better if Fort and Griggs stayed here.  I am going back to the conclave to let Crispin know and to bur Clara.  DO you wish to come Daphne?"

"Well, in order to control a Balor Lord, yes, this ones even worse. Its definitely a greater demon of some kind. What exact type I have no idea. Apparently...we have a bigger problem on our hands now." Fort said with a sigh.

"...Oh...damn." Daphne said as she leant up against the light post. The group stood in silence for several moments. They really felt helpless.

"Alright we're gonna have to track them down and take them out separatly. But I dont suggest we move till we get our forces organized. Any update on Crispin's recruitment?" Fort asked Daphne

John looked back, seeing Audrey further down the hall "What do you think?" he asked, not wanting to make the decision for her.
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Nikoli grinned, wolfishly(bwahahahaha:D) "Nothing." He turned and walked away, noting the uneasy glance a member of Crispin's pack gave him as he walked past.

“Crispin was busy gathering our pack. I should probably go back and see if he’s organised groups to take on this threat. He’ll need to be informed of this new information.” Daphne told and realised that she shouldn’t lead the two slayers back to her conclave. She turned to Paul, “Take Clara back home. Her parents will need to know what’s going on. Talk to Crispin and updated him on the situation.

Daphne looked at the two slayers, “So what hurts these things other than decapitation?"

"Just a second. John pulled out his gun, pointed it twoards where Ashryn would be, and turn off the light. "Ok." Audrey walked out the door. "Se, you around." John said. "Maby."

Ashryn sighed with releif as the female stepped out from behind the door. She looked tired, young, afraid, and hopeful. Ashryn remembered how he'd felt when D first approached him 200 years ago, as an arrogant but young, and scared vampire with no control. It almost broke his heart.

Striker was still seeing to his wounds. "I still think the slayer should lose his bloody head, Ashryn."

"No, Striker. We have a deal. The slayer was only protecting her. I admire him for that. He lives."

Ashryn looks at the young female. He speaks to her in the same sorrowful, soulful manner as if he were onstage before his adoring fans. On mortals, it's intoxicating and hypnotic, comforting to the soul. He was unsure of how she'd be affected.

"I am called Ashryn Le Fay. What is your name, my child?..."

John grinned as he heard the other vampire whine about his wounds. "Hey, buddy, clock is ticking. You think my head would look good on your wall, why dont you come and take it? Yeah, thats what I thought, afraid of a little sunlight?"

Paul regarded Griggs and Fort.  "Well that's lovely and all but I'm still sitting here with a body slung over my back.  If you don't care then I'm heading to the conclave."

Paul wheeled about and made his way back.

Fort and Griggs looked at the minigun...and then each other.

"MINE!!!!" They yelled in unison

They both dived at it and guns and ammo fell from racks and rained over them. God....it hurt. After a few seconds of scuffling Forts arms emerged from a pile of guns and ammo with the minigun in it.

"HAHAHAHA!!!! Its mine!!!! NO MINIGUN FOR YOU GRIGGS MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!" He yelled in triumph