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[Vafhudr]

Helen Huxley - The Laws of Attraction 

 

The heavy chemistry table flew directly toward the two alchemist, only to bounce back with dull tud upon contact with Jameson's latice-work alchemy. The table fell to the ground with a loud crash. With the two alchemists saved, Helen was on her own.

 

She was, quite honestly, terrified and giddy. She was, as we say, “in the zone”. Her mind was no longer working with the same clinical detachment that made her so efficient in the lab. She was calculating at a more basic and primal level. A moment's decision laid between her and becoming another stain of blood, fat, and bone on the walls.

 

The principles of her blood alchemy were simple and rather straightforward. It was not complicated alchemy. In fact, it was perhaps one of the most basic and unrefined form of alchemy. Her blood attract her blood. Her blood repels her blood. The elegance resides in the execution and the finesse with which she can use her precious resource. Even a small quantity of her blood can create a considerable amount of pull – and she is always experimenting to increase the load. Another early challenge was to keep the blood on whatever surface she had painted it. If she was attracting merely her own blood, the utility of her technique would be reduced. A considerable amount of effort had went into making her blood stick to whatever it touched. Control verged on the mystical, but it can be explained thusly. Blood as always been seen as a force of binding. There is a bond between blood – and for alchemists, that bond is more physical and literal than most.

 

It is these specific characteristics that Helen invoked as she activated the blood seeped into her right gauntlet and boot to slid smoothly and swiftly out of the way of the Lycan's heavy blow – using the blood she had splattered on the wall earlier as a massive magnet. She took the opportunity, as she passed is wide open flank, to reach within in her coat and pull out another vial – and smash it on the lycan.

 

With Helen out of the way, the other alchemists wasted no time in taking advantage of the lycan's heavy attack. The alchemists Franklin and Matthew, saved by Jameson, were eager to pay the lycan back for the table. A hell of flames and bullet bursted from their side – and Jenson, not to be left behind, took joined in the firefight with renewed purpose. This was also a cue for Tully. He shouted “Scalp!” and his blood, using centrifugal force to propel itself, generated two blade like appendages that swung straight at the open lycan.

[Unbelievably Majestic]

Sarah Button
Outer Wall

The guy with a shield had been knocked back by the werewolf's attack. Her old buddy Lasairian had turned up out of nowhere. Obviously he was now getting pounced upon by the overgrown rodent. And worst of all, her sword hadn't managed to lop the beasts head off. She could almost feel her moment of glory and promotion slipping away. And that's not to mention the Holy Relic. It would be a sad day indeed to miss out on getting a Holy Relic just because some filthy dog didn't want to lend Sarah their head for a little while. She would promise to bring it right back. Though, to be fair, she probably wouldn't bother returning it. Who worries about keeping promises with a mutt? Only crazy people.

The shield guy decided he was going to run back into the action. Sarah would have to try and learn his name at some point. He seemed to have a plan. And that plan was... Uhh... Using a shield to hit the glowy guy in the legs? Who has time for that? Not Sarah. She was much too busy being angry and Crusaderly. At least his plan would keep him lower down to the ground, and out of Sarah's way. Because right now she was on a Crusade to liberate this flashy gits head from his neck. Hopefully that would turn down this annoying light too. Although, if the light stayed after the mongrel died, well, some people might pay good money for a glowing skull. That could be a nice hefty donation to the Crusaders. Regardless, Sarah charged in and delivered another swing at Dazzle. The blade once again aimed at what could only really be described as a general neck-ish area, the blinding light made it harder to pin down exact zones.

[SliceAndDice]

Marshall Septimus Volgas

Location: Notre Dame Cathedral

 

The ruse had worked... partially. He hadn't quite formed the ice in time, so rather than wolf skewers on the rocks he only had a few smashed bits of ice and a bloodthirsty ninja who was very much still alive. Marshall glared at the Lycan as they stood apart from one another, both flicking away their own blood from their cheeks. He'd been just a little too slow, both in laying his trap and his dodge. That made him angry. Which was a real shame for the Lycan, because when Marshall got angry he tended to get... merciless. He raised his sword again, snarled, and shouted a provocation.

 

"Well, come on then you pathetic meatsack!"

 

The lowborn wolf decided to oblige him. Coiling his large furry legs, the Lycan took Marshall at a leap- which was one of the worst things he could've done. As soon as the Lycan had left the ground, Marshall's eyes flashed again as he willed more illusory snow into his prey's eyes. Once that was done, he bent forward into a low roll that would carry him under the stupid animal in midair, and as he came out of the roll he raised his sword into the air and dragged it forward, right through the mangy mutt's flight path. Unless the wolf had some hidden ability to changed direction mid-flight, his own momentum and weight would only help the sword cut deeper as it raked across his torso and eviscerated him!

[Wandering Rogue]

Luka Montel

Location – Notre Dame, Conference Room

 

Luka clung to the wall and watched as the lycan continued coming at him and couldn't help but feel that something about this was profoundly unfair.  He had never asked for this and honestly probably did not deserve to suffer like this.  Why was the Lycan so upset with him anyway?  There was plenty of easier targets down there that he could just hop or whatever it was he did.  Pounce?  That sounds right.  Yeah.  Do they realize that nobody likes them?  Is that why they are always so angry and growly?  With this revelation Luka almost felt pity for the jealous lycans who attacked out of sheer loneliness.  That lasted until it leaped up towards him.  Luka decided maybe the wolf ninja wasn't so deep and was just a jerk who wanted to eat people.

 

The spider like vampire let his hold on the wall go and let him slip right below where the lycan was leaping and as he fell he aimed up a shot and fired it upwards at the wolfman passing closely overhead.  Luka then realized he wasn't sure where he was going with this and quickly used his feet to put a stop to his descent and kick off the wall.  Even if he hit the lycan it had nowhere to go but down which would've put him right on top of him.  Course, kicking off the wall wasn't much better as he scrambled to reach out for a chandelier nearby.  All he had to do was get a hand onto it and that'd be enough with his spider grip.

[Rainbow Dash]

Reborn the Monster

 

In this many years of life, Lazarus had always found that he'd never had enough time. It was a consistant state he seemed to live in. He felt he'd had to rush when he'd attacked these two, and now as he faced death he had that keen sense that yet again he was out of time. 

 

The lycan was more agile than he thought and managed to step into the attack in time. The arrow missed cleanly and his arm met one of her daggers. Pain flared through his forearm but only for a moment. It was quickly swallowed by a burning agony in his chest; she'd rammed her second dagger into his good lung and twisted. Black dots appeared in his vision.

 

Something slammed into him from behind and he felt his heart stop. It seemed death had finally arrived. Probably the girls shadow; he could feel the moving tendrils that had penetrated his chest through his back. His wounded arm too had been impaled by them. Laz would have sighed if he could have, but he wanted to save the last bit of breath he had in his lungs.

 

The lycan had kept her hand on the dagger in his chest. Perhaps to keep him in place. A bad mistake. It left her in range of his good hand. He grabbed her shoulder with his remaining strength and pulled her a little closer. "You are a monster. Because you choose to be", he rasped. He had no breath left to bellow as he swung her around and flung her at the vampire.

 

Bright red blood dribbled out the corner of his mouth as his body tried to cough.

 

 

Time had come. Lazarus died.

 

 

OOC

Spoiler

Lazarus is dead. 

 

You're both in mild danger, nothing too serious.

Feel free to autododge if you can

This should be the last posts for the scene, although there may be a very short extension depending on your actions.

 

Rewards will be in the ooc when the other scenes are done

[Ichihimefan!!]

Princess Ana of the Red Court~

Location - Notre Dame, Conference Room

 

Well that failed. It had been a while since Ana actually participated in some real combat. So calling out to companion in the moment like that was probably a silly decision when it appeared as if her domination had at least somewhat worked on the lycan. But it was already too late; the beastwoman had already knocked Sel away and was now charging her.

 

Well isn’t this great. Ana thought to herself. A dark light appeared behind her and a set of black-feathered wings appeared. Ana then bent her knees and took off, leaping backwards. With the help of her wings Ana was able to travel a further distance than normal. As she jumped, Ana grabbed a set of her daggers and threw them at Fiona. If anything she wanted her daggers to stop the lycan in her tracks.

 

Ana landed a good distance away from the den mother. She didn’t have enough time to warm up her wings enough to actually take flight so the jump was all that she was able to do. She snapped her fingers again and her shadow appeared once more, mimicking her movements. Grabbing two daggers she prepared herself for whatever Fiona had next.

Edited by Ichihimefan!!, 13 December 2014 - 05:04 AM.

[Darkoda]

The lycan didn't make it much further after drawing both of their attention. His attempt to harm what was hers fell apart, and her shadow made sure that he wasn't going to get the opportunity to pull that stunt off again. Still even at the end, he found a way to aggravate her more, this time by hurling Laika right at her and with it, throwing her into the path of a lot of sharp and painful tendrils.

 

There was only one acceptable decision to make; she cherished her fuzzy friend a bit too much to let her get hurt unnecessarily, and as she flew at her, shadows dissipated into the ether, her body barreling through the now frail and soft constructs, Lune suppressing a wince as her shadows broke in her wake, unable to help the grunt as her friend's weight knocked the breath out of her, sending her skidding back. She didn't tip over; the shadows still around her did a good job of bracing her, even if it meant a few new grooves dug into her favourite spot. Small sacrifices.

 

As soon as they came to a stop, shadows pushed Laika off gently but quickly, the small princess marching over to the now loose lycan, her shadows reforming and wrapping around his body, pulling her to him. She'd started the day bored, gone to the anticipation of some kind of fun but now she was just frustrated. She didn't even get to enjoy the rush of the kill, focused as she was on crushing the threat - far from it, all she had was the blaze of her rage following by the cold horror of possibly harming her most precious possession and much like metal, she did not appreciate feeling such extremes in such a short gap. And her frustration was boiling over to the only thing available to vent on.

 

There was no point in yelling at or berating a corpse and she had enough pride to not lower herself to something so absurd. She was more than willing to literally rip into the lycan's throat with what might have been pretty close a lycan like growl, her fangs sinking in deep and sucking the corpse dry. She'd have preferred him alive, but recently dead was still plenty warm enough and she really needed to sink her fangs into something right now - and the cooling litter was absolutely beneath her notice.

[Officer Judy Hopps]

Laika - The Hunt's End.

Much to her surprise as the Dagger sank into his lung with a sickeningly satisfying sense of puncture, the Lycan defiantly stood before her adversary as the due retribution for attacking her mistress came in jagged and wicked ways. As she a apathetically watched the tendrils perforated his form, a thought came bothersome to her.

In this moment of desperation, where he was outmatched, why didn't he transform?

This momentary distraction hindered her enough until a sharp pain caught her her attention and quickly redirected it to his hand. With the last of his fading strength, he had dug his fingertips into the leather padding of her shoulder, and spoke his dying words. Normally, she would have torn out the throat of anyone who dared to try and address her in such a way, but with the manner of his death, she felt that she owed it to him.

Or was she compelled by something else entirely? Pity, perhaps? Remorse for the death that she had caused? No. That it could not be. She refuted the very thought! Dozens of other kind had fallen to her merciless ways, why was this one any different?!

You are a monster. Because you chose to be.

The few, scant words that seeped from the corner of his broken form jarred the Lycan down to her very soul. So troubled was she that with his remaining will, he threw her over his shoulder, and towards the jagged spikes of Lune's wrathful state. It was by the mercy of her mistress that the shadows broke, leaving only a softened landing for Laika to crash into as she scrambled to her feet.

You are a monster. Because you chose to be.

The last words of a dying, desperate man resounded still in her mind as she remained utterly silent. Not even uttering a single phrase as Lune slated her thirst with the new corpse. Finally regaining her wits, the silent protector strode towards the dead man and stole away her arrow, wiping the blood and meat off of its sharply barbed head against the grass instead of eating it. This was Lune's kill, she would not partake in her mistress' meal.

Instead, she did her best to shoo away the hindering thoughts that circled her mind, took her nose to the air, and did her best to hear or smell any more incoming threats.

[Liar]

Father Lasairian

Outer Wall

 

His heart pounded in excited, controlled bursts. Adrenaline ran through his veins. All around him, there was chaos. Man and monster fought one another in pitched combat, splattering blood on the streets, the walls, the buildings… and on themselves.

 

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Lasairian cleared his mind, his senses focusing on the mongrel standing before him in all of its dazzling glory. It was strong, but he was confident that the beast could be overcome if he pushed himself a little bit more.

 

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The lycan howled in pain as his baton struck its legs, searing its flesh with his zeal. He sneered in triumph, readying himself for the eventual counterattack. Lasairian was prepared when it launched itself at him. Perhaps he could utilize it to let in another strike? No, that was foolish. He spotted the others putting themselves in the position to deal final blows. No, no, it wouldn’t be good to be selfish.

 

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“Mebbe later,” the priest thought fondly as he lowered his center of gravity, dashing right as he kept in mind of the lycan’s claws. He raised his baton if he needed to block, but he was more hoping to dodge it than anything else. The thing was in midair, it wouldn’t be able to adjust properly. It would be better to circle around him for now and let the others get their attacks in. He wasn't a sole operative at the moment. “Aam nae aloyn anymair.” 

 

Lasairian taunted him with an arrogant sneer as he retreated, “Come an’ kill me ye slobberin’ mongrel. Nae doubt yer maw was a bitch as ye ur. Spreadin’ yer legs fur anyain.”

 

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Edited by Liar, 09 December 2014 - 06:11 AM.

[Axe Of Khorne]

It seemed this rather bothersome matter would be resolved quite quickly.

 

On the one hand, he had a young woman; clearly not suited to this type of work, quivering with hesitation before someone that clearly outmatched her. With her only plan of attack being subterfuge, which clearly evaporated in front of her, she was the spitting image of a deer in the spotlight. Her choices were simple. The woman could either blindly charge at him, or run away. Sadly, she took a painfully long time to decide on what to do next. Logan frowned at such intelligence. On the other hand, the young man who so eagerly tried to take his head earlier; movements wild, and eyes ablaze with murder, now rested motionless on the grass. For goodness sake, it was only a single blow, a clearly well timed one, but Logan expected more from such aggression. The young man could at least try and stagger back up onto his two feet, or yell some damning curse on Vampire superiority? The retort was merely silence. Logan cocked his head to the side, checking he didn't actually kill the rascal.

 

He was out cold, and drooling. Kids these days...

 

"Young miss"

 

Logan purred, turning towards the Vampire assassin.

 

"I recommend you tell me where your other friend is hiding. I have little patience upon such matters, this game is over"

 

She screamed. Not exactly the reaction Logan wanted.

 

Looking more closely at her eyes, the direction of her fear, it wasn't directed at him. He turned, staring into the abyssal orbs of the Vamperic statue that was cover. It was alive, and it was moving. The statue leapt for him, Logan backed off. He kept a low stance, making himself as small a target as possible. He still didn't know where the third assailant was, and it was rather coincidental that the very statue he was using as cover just came alive to go for him. Was it summoned by the third assailant? Possibly. Even if the woman didn't know that he, assuming it was a he, wielded such power, he might well have kept it from her. Regardless, Logan made sure that the statue was in front of him. It was still cover, but now it was moving cover, and its movements may well reveal the third assailant if he makes a move during this tussle.

 

"Well then, let's begin shall we?"

 

Fists up, Logan kept himself at least a footstep away of the statue. If it could fly, it would hardly attempt to with its prey this close to him. Kept low, Logan threw quick jabs at the head, testing the durability and senses of the creature. He wasn't going to go all in just yet, he needed to know where his other foe was, and he needed to know how strong this creature really was. 

 

   

[Rainbow Dash]

The Ballad of Sir Galalot

 

A massive meaty fist swung out at the knight. The defensive Sir Galalot managed to catch it on his bracers. Their runes flared, defending him, but the force of the blow was such that it sent him reeling backwards. His assault had helped though; it had bought his ally enough time to bring his force to bear on the giant wolf.

 

Bajrang's mighty mace slammed into the lycan's side. But horrifyingly it did not do much more than draw a painful yelp from the gigantic beast. Before he could draw it back the wolf had it in his grasp. It looked at Bajrang for a moment and then it's fur rustled oddly. Suddenly Bajrang's insides exploded. Up became down, in became out and the world became a nausieous eruption of agony and confusion. Some part of him not being swallowed by the disorientation noted the wards on the knights armour shining brightly.

 

As the quick Sir Galalot rushed in he noted the inability of his companion to focus. It must have been the wolfman's Overdrive. His own armour had kept him safe but his ally had borne the full brunt of it. The brute lifted up the stone mace and prepared to swing it down. There was no way he could cut the lycan in time and the monster had too much power for him to possibly deflect or catch the blow. Although he counted bravery among his greatest strengths he still felt the fear eat away at him as he realized what he needed to do.

 

The great Sir Galalot leapt and kicked his foot out in front of him. The sole of his boot touched Bajrang and in that moment flared brightly. The same wards that had eaten the force of his drop from the roof top activated again, this time pushing the force not into the ground but into Bajrang. The lycan was shot across the path, landing two dozen feet away next to the broken sword of the weaker lycan from before.

 

The mace came down, crushing Sir Maximus Galalot into the ground in a cacaphony of bending steel and thunderous impact. 

 

The Big Bad Wolf hardly seemed to notice. It kept it's attention on the lycan that had dared strike it. It leapt at him and swung the heavy weapon at Bajrangs head... but nothing happened. Numbly it stared at the sizzling stump that once held the mace. Lying behind it, under the weight of the stone, Sir Galalot held tightly in his hand his gigantic two handed sword. Across it's length was a smear of burning lycan blood.

 

 

Bajrang's wits returned. The Wolf's overdrive's effect had vanished and the pain, disorientation and nausia was gone. The enemy was still in shock. This was Bajrang's chance.

 

 

OOC

Spoiler

Galalot will not be able to help you now

The lycan is in shock, you have a free attack

 

Your mace is with Galalot, the sword you broke is near by

[Ilyse]

Beatrix and Rhys Gruffud

Outer Wall

 

The terror of death began to well up inside of Beatrix as the three lycans began to surround her. Of course, Rhys would normally be making his way over here to help her right, but she wouldn’t let him – the battle would be over the moment that white lycan’s heart stopped beating. Backing away from the lycans slowly, Beatrix reached behind her and lifted the shield up from the ground, bringing it in front of her again.

 

In these circumstances, a spear would be much more preferable than a sword. A spear was meant for piercing, but a sword was meant for slashing, and if Beatrix wanted to make full use of the shield, she’d be limiting her ability to slash at the three wolfmen greatly. As such, there was only one solution.

 

Make the shield a weapon too.

 

As the first lycan leaped towards her, Beatrix lifted the gigantic tower shield up with her right arm, and then slammed the shield straight at the lycan’s face with great force. A roar of battle left Beatrix’s mouth as she threw the lycan across the field, and the other two lycans watched as their airborne comrade disappeared in the fury of battle that surrounded them.

 

The second lycan didn’t even get a chance to act before a flying tower shield met with its head and promptly bounced off. The shield landed on the ground with a thud, causing a cloud of dirt to fly up as the lycan landed right on top of it, unconscious.

 

The third lycan didn’t let Beatrix use this moment of surprise to cut it down. Grabbing Beatrix’s incoming slash, the lycan winced as the blade cut through its hand, but it was enough for it to duck, causing the blade to miss its mark as three of the lycan’s finger flew into the air; yet the wolfman had his other hand, and his head was still on his shoulders. With a roar, the lycan stabbed Beatrix in the abdomen with its claws, intent on tearing out her innards.

 

But the chain mail saved Beatrix’s life, and although the claws dug themselves deep into her flesh, Beatrix would still live (despite heavy bleeding) and with a final roar, she raised her left hand and made a fist, bringing it down upon the lycan’s face and smashing the poor wolfman into the ground. Beatrix took a deep breath, wincing painfully. The lycan that was knocked unconscious shouldn’t wake up too quickly. It’d be fine for her to take a rest now, right?

 

Rhys heard his sister collapse behind him. It took him all of his willpower not to rush back towards her – this is the best chance to end the battle here and now. Allowing the empty shells to fall onto the ground, Rhys loaded up the rifle with several more bullets, putting away the pistol as he walked slowly towards the dazzling lycan.

 

Three others had already surrounded the wolf, and all three made an attack to finally put an end to the lycan commander. Squinting his eyes, Rhys could vaguely make out the attacks of the other three – a slash to the head, blows to the legs, and the last was attempting to keep the lycan commander’s attention.

 

Very well. The lycan wasn’t looking towards Rhys at all, and with rough estimation based on the positions of the other three crusaders, Rhys could more or less tell where to aim his bullets. Lifting the rifle once more, Rhys wasted no time in emptying out all of his rounds, six bullets flying towards two different locations: the lower back – estimated from the male crusader’s strikes to the legs - and the occipital bone, based on where the female crusader was planning to strike.

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

Bajrang Markandey

 

The mutt was much tougher than Bajrang had anticipated. He shook of the blow from his mace with nothing more than a painful yelp. His counterattack throwing the Knight a few feet away and his other fist slamming into Bajrang. But then he engaged overdrive and Bajrang wasn't just ready. The impact was jarring, it caised massive disorientation as he not only lost focus but sense of direction as well and then there was the force of impact. The blow send him rolling a few feet away, near the smudge that was the armed wolf he had killed a short while back.

 

Before he could make sense, it seemed that the knight had kicked him because his shoulder still singed from the contact and their was a boot print on it. But luckily the effects of overdrive were gone. The giant mutt was still in shock of the situation and his power seemed to have been sapped, judging by the smear that ran down the giant sword of the knight who lay crumpled under the stone that once adorned Bajrang's mace.

 

Not wasting any time, he grabbed the hard sword that lay by his side and rushed at the dazed wolf. Hoping to bury the jagged shard into his throat, down to the very hilt he had grasped. He engaged his overdrive as his coat turned a beautiful white, if he could then he won't be taking chances of another incoming strike.

 

'May the Wind protect me' he uttered under his breath and charged the lycan.

[Rainbow Dash]

Pest Control

Logan's testing jabs passed through the creature; there was no resistance at all. He got a sudden and deep feeling that he'd made a bad mistake. A nearby strumming sound and a pinching pain in his chest reinforced that instinct. The illusionary statue vanished. Out of the corner of his eye he could see it had never moved from the monument. A vampire Domination.

Sticking out of his chest was a feathered shaft. The sound of a humming string came again but this time no arrow. Instead, the whimpering of the dagger-wielding vampire suddenly cut short in a gargle. A lithe dark form burst out of the darkness and landed on the sword-wielding vampire. A hand blade - Logan was sure he'd heard this variation called a katar before - slammed into the unconcious vampires neck. No witnesses.

The woman turned to him and closed in. She didn't seem particularly concerned and wanted to kill him with the blades, it seemed. Odd thing, to attack a lycan in hand to hand combat. It was almost as if...

Realization hit him suddenly as she got closer

The dumb bitch thought she was finishing him off.

She thought him near dead.

He was a lot thicker than she'd anticipated. The arrow had bearly penetrated him. It had been caught in layers of muscle and never even got close to the heart or lung. As far as wounds went, he'd hurt himself worse tripping over a stone a few years back.

But she didn't know that. She was running right for him.


OOC

Spoiler

 

 

Nah but seriously if it doesn't fall under any of the shown abilities you should be suspicious.

If it is a super special awesome secret power I will make sure to hint it so you won't get caught pants down

 

 

Anyway, you dun goofed. But she dun goofed as well. Your guy is pretty tanky and she's charging in expecting you to be dead on your feet.

 

Unlike the last two, a stunning blow isn't gonna do much here. This one is a professional, going so far as to kill the other assassins so they can't act as witnesses.

[Jod]

Steamfunk was rather miffed, his fancy little maneuver was quite easily thwarted by something as simple as oak table. That lycan was seriously much to strong for his own good. If things had gone his way it would have been the beginning of an amazing party.

 

But no, reality had to be a stubborn bitch as usual. Well at times like these their was only one thing to do.. Chemistry. He didnt even need to think about what to use, his subconscious took care of that. A handy thing that. Quickly he fixed charges to all the corners of the table he hid behind, placed with the overall trajectory of the table in mind. Then with a slightly crazy look to his eyes he lit made them explode as he activated his blood. The table blasted off the floor, with him standing in the legs of the table. The table flew on its intended trajectory to the lycans face.

Time for the moment slowed down as his body went into panic mode. His body was quite furious with his mind, reminding it that one was not supposed explode things when one was atop the thing. His mind responded by telling it to chill out and enjoy the fireworks.

 

He then dove out the at the apex of its flight path, his cross bow cocked and ready. Then without a moments hesitation his blasted four vials of Boom juice at the lycan. It didn’t matter if the lycan tried to dodge, all he had to do was activate his blood at the right time. It would instantly tip off a the triggering reaction, causing the vials to explode in wave of concussive force. No matter how loud the lycan was, it wasn't faster than sound.

[ANIMA]

Voivoda

Conference Room

Ah, it doesn’t want to make this too easy, Voivoda thought as the lycan jumped out of the chandeliers way.  Good, I need more excitement to return life to this stale body.

Using the moment when the wolf was drawing out its weapons, Voivoda dropped her cane and took chandelier as her new weapon. Then, as the beast charged at her, she used her tentacle in its full length to make a wide-angle sweep at the level of lycan’s ankles in order to force it to jump to avoid it. At that moment Voivoda will throw the chandelier as spear at the lycan. She had no illusions that her attack would harm her opponent. No, the chandelier will be blocked. But what was important was that the mutt’s attention will be overtaken by that attack and it will not notice the tendril return from the sweep to grab one of its leg for the ankle.

Once grabbed the tendril will pull the lycan off its feet and wrap itself around the wolf’s lower leg, crushing all the bones there. Then, it will raise the lycan in the air and slam him to the ground. This process will repeat itself until the beast it unconscious or dead.

OOC

Spoiler

Ok, so, if this works and I grab lycan’s leg but Pitou thinks my tentacle isn’t strong enough to lift it, then assume my post ends at bone crushing.

[Mors]

Seliesen Ibn Shaytan

 

Getting kicked in the face hurt. A lot. Seliesen rubbed at his jawline, still daze from the attack he received. It didn't seem broken so at least there was that. He wiped some blood off his lips and let out a furious snarl. How dare that bitch lay a hand on him? The old lycan woman was closing in on the princess next. Absolutely unforgivable. She was going to pay.

 

As Anna transformed and dodged back a few spaces, Seliesen rushed in to aid her by flanking the lycan's side. While the lycan was distracted he dashed forward at his full speed throwing both his chakrams at her in quick succession at the same time as Anna threw her daggers, before lunging forward with his blade.

 

"Die, mongrel!"

 

 

[Rainbow Dash]

Alchemy Lab

 

The sword took Nóra in the arm badly. The force of Nóra's charge and the extending sword pushed Isaac backwards but he held on with all his strength and the Lycan stopped. Nóra realized the problem she was in; she couldn't back off while her arm was pierced. Her options quickly ran through her mind.

 

 

 

Two left.

 

There were eight to begin with. Throughout the scuffle he'd uncovered their skills. Sword. Rifle. Control. Pistol. Flame. Shield. He did not see the last one but the sound of the table hitting it was enough. If his target was here, it would be one of the vial-launchers. 

 

The one he attacked suddenly rocketed away, smashing a vial of blood on Fletcher's arm as he passed. She'd thrown blood around the place earlier. Perhaps able to move herself towards her own blood? Or more accurately, bring the blood soaked object to herself. On an immobile object like a wall, it would be a grappling hook.

 

Not the target.

 

He was about to change direction and move for the last alchemist when the very same man launched a table at him. With explosions. His target was not explosive. Fletcher was filled with a deep weariness. Of course it wouldn't have been this easy. It seemed that his mission was a failure. He'd have to scavenge as much of it as he could.

 

Fletcher darted to the side, using his immense speed to avoid the table and move with the pulling alchemist. This close to the alchemist he doubted the explosive one would unleash anything extreme. The firearm users wouldn't be able to attack without careful aiming first, but Fletcher wasn't worried about that happening. He only needed a moment. If he could not solve the problem, perhaps he could help mitigate it's effects. This was a gamble; if the Alchemist was in on the plot 

 

The wolf ducked in until he was close enough to see his reflection in the alchemist's eyes. "De... Morgan..." he whispered. Fletcher was not used to speaking and he detested his inability. The world became brighter as his overdrive activated. "Beware"

 

Light reflected off of a sweat bead on the woman's head, leaving a tiny rainbow. Tiny flecks of wood from an exploded table drifted through the air so slowly it was if they were suspended. Dark crimson bullets made a sluggish pace across the room towards him. He'd have to move quickly but that was no issue at the moment.

 

Fletcher's overdrive would only last about three seconds. The strain was intense; any more would kill him. But he estimated he'd only need two. Gently he leapt upwards, reaching the ceiling. He took aim at a section of floor and jumped downwards.

 

The ceiling cracked and in slow motion erupted upwards. Fletcher slammed through the ground like it was wet paper.

 

 

 

The lycan vanished. One moment it closed in on Alchemist Huxley, the next it was gone. Tully's something blurred in his vision and the roof exploded. Within an instant a section of the floor caved in. The ground right behind him shook and the lycan reappeared. Without much in the way of gentleness he grabbed the female lycan and simply bolted out the door.

 

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF SACCHAROMYCES CEREVISIAE IS GOI-" Tulley was shouting before he froze. Familiar scents came to him. Chemical's he'd used for years. Panic took him and he sprinted for the door. "HE GOT INTO THE STORES! GET OUT! IT'S GOING TO BLOW!"

 

He hadn't made it to the outside when the entire building shuddered violently and collapsed down. 

 

 

 

"Need to... get out", Fletcher rasped. Nóra's arm was at the moment useless but a bit of effort and it would be okay. Whether or not Fletcher was okay was debatable. Although he made a show of standing straight she could see the fur around his head was damp with blood. It seemed to be leaking out of his ears and nose.

 

It was a bad time for the squire to see them, but things were as they were. He run at them and swept his sword at Nóra, screaming like a banshee

 

 

 

OOC

Spoiler

Yeah sorry guys, as you can tell it's a little rushed. We needed to move on and this scene was gonna take a while. You all put in a pretty good effort and it pained me to do this

 

Alchemist Huxley has a hint of a plot. Alchemist De Morgan? But it's from a lycan so who knows

 

All Alchemists are trapped in a collapsing building. I would advised not being crushed to death

 

 

Nora - You've a fairly weak human attacking you, but even with regen Blood Alchemy wounds suck. Try to kick his ass one handed yeh? Enemy is autodefeatable.

As to pvp, pretty good job but you lost sight of your goal. You didn't need to beat Isaac. You could have just thrown your spear when you got it back into one of the alchemists who were all distracted.

Even if I was being harsh, the arm wound wouldn't have been a death sentence so yeah it wasn't a bad job. Well done.

Edited by Katia Managan, 12 December 2014 - 10:03 AM.

[Johnny Paradise]

Isaac Bramhill

Blood Alchemist Research Center

 

The lycan crashed into his sword at full speed. Isaac had wanted that to happen, but he hadn't considered what came next--the weight of a wolf was more than he had anticipated. Coming in with more speed than he might have thought a human capable of, Isaac barely managed to keep his footing as the lycan impaled herself. With her arm useless, Isaac saw victory in his reach; he removed his blades, then raised them above his head, about to strike.

 

He missed. If he thought the female lycan was fast, he knew he was wrong when he saw--or rather, didn't see--the other one. He rescued the girl and was gone. Left to the stores of chemicals, apparently. Almost as quickly as he was gone, the building was set to explode. He cursed under his breath, then ran to the door and ushered out the other alchemists. Noticing that Helen was stuck much farther in the room, he took the vial of her blood he hadn't needed to use in his fight and smashed it against the door.

 

"Helen, hurry!" he yelled at her before continuing through the door himself.

[I-Am-X]

Nóra

Blood Alchemist Research Center

 

The force of her charge met with his sword managed to push him backwards but he managed to hold on and she was stopped. Her options were running out fast, her arm was pierced which meant she was trapped. As he raised his swords and moved to strike, the roof exploded and the floor started to give way. Just as the blade came crashing down, all of a sudden, she was atop the Male lycan's shoulders as he bolted out the door. She was speechless, one moment she was facing certain death and the next she was being hauled away by the lycan.

 

They managed to get out of the building but things weren't looking good. Nora's right arm was currently useless and the lycan who saved her, wasn't doing so good. The fur around his head was damp in blood that seemed to be leaking out of his ears and nose. Her arm started glowing as her overdrive was activated. Despite her ability being regeneration, it was going far to slow and wasn't doing much. After all, she was injured via Blood Alchemy. Ugh, Goddamn Alchemist...

 

It was then Nora heard screaming and turned to see a human running towards her swinging a sword. As he swung his sword, Nora quickly parryed it with her spear. It was a sloppy block, not because he was quick or had skill but because she wasn't used to wielding it with her left hand. She usually does it with both hands or her dominant right hand when the time came to throw it. The human was pretty weak, even for human standards. Nora than preceded to kick him in the knee cap and plunge her spear into his chest.

 

Her dominant hand maybe out of commission, but she could still take out the likes of him. She probably should thank him but they had no time to waste, they needed to get out of there. Turning towards the man, "With that pest out of the way, we should continue to get out of here. Are you still able to run?" she asked him. She knew he carried her out of there and that he was absurdly strong  but given how he looked, she wanted to make sure he was alright.