Freeing the Bird

[piwakawaka]

The shortcut through the Dreaming leaves them close to many warehouses and the water in Kaiwharawhara but only one has a palpable feel of magic and about ten young men simply hanging about.

As everyone starts to appear, a few of the men pull out various objects to focus as the magic grows in the air as the others who are a bit too pale just grin.

Teams: 1-Alex, Aiden, the Baron, Hamlet
2-Carl, Ben, James, Peron

Starting things off again and I'm just going to do the James' thread later and make it work.

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Re: First Team

[piwakawaka]

The ghoul screams and twitches not dying just yet since vampire blood is helpful and harmful that way.

Another ghoul takes the chance to fire a gun at Alex.

Re: First Team

[piwakawaka]

He does hit but not enough to kill and now both of them turn to attack Hamlet as the light begins to fade in the sky.

Re: First Team

[the-rest-is.livejournal.com]

A quick coupé lancé is followed by a lunge, as Hamlet tries to keep it so that he is always facing both ghouls.

Re: First Team

[piwakawaka]

And he is quite fast but they have an added supernatural edge so one moves around to strike at Hamlet with a lead pipe as the other keeps in front.

Re: First Team

[general-and-boy.livejournal.com]

He shrieks like a wild animal and turns, blood dribbling down his mouth and arms. The shirt he is wearing has started to blossom red. Brown eyes burn in anger as he kicks off the ghoul he's clinging on.

It's hard to tell exactly where he got shot and how badly. But what isn't hard to tell is that he is probably going to make the gunman's life very, very , very short.

In a flurry of feathers and blood he hurls himself at the new target with a wide mouth snarl.

Re: First Team

[mmexlibris]

The Baron, for his good measure, laughs right back. "I wouldn't sully my blade with your guts, sir."

If someone were watching closely, they might see the grey fade from his hair. They might see his skin become young and smooth.

But most will only see the cant of his arm as it cocks, the muscles beneath moving with the strength of a much younger man. The guard of his saber connects with the ghoul's jaw with a thunderous crack.

Re: First Team

[the-rest-is.livejournal.com]

Hamlet almost dodges the blow, but is caught by it, stumbling forward and falling to the ground, although he turns this into a quick roll. Back on his feet, he positions himself so that he's facing both ghouls, en garde in a matter of moments.

Re: First Team

[piwakawaka]

Liam is in the midst of taking down a ghoul and stops to stare at Alex before running over and yelling,

"Down, Alex, save some for the vamp!"

Re: First Team

[piwakawaka]

The pipe is brandished with a laugh,

"Iron will make you nothing but a dream!"

Is yelled before they start to move towards him again.

Re: First Team

[general-and-boy.livejournal.com]

"HE HURT ME!" Alex growls low. "And I am going to pull his spine out and use it as a door stopper and his skull for soup!!"

Re: First Team

[the-rest-is.livejournal.com]

And the prince?

Laughs.

And, with no other statement or reason, lunges at both the ghouls once more.

Re: First Team

[piwakawaka]

"Its a fight, you get hurt. Don't have to take everyone apart."

He's already got blood on him and turns to fight another approaching ghoul.

Re: First Team

[piwakawaka]

These ghouls have seen strange things, their master is not the sanest of vampires but still for a moment they both back away allowing Hamlet through their guards before they can think to attack once more.

Re: First Team

[the-rest-is.livejournal.com]

Hamlet is quick to take advantage of it, blade literally whistling through the air as he thrusts at one ghoul, aimed straight for the heart, and not waiting to see if the blow was effective before drawing the blade out into a thrust at the other.

Re: First Team

[piwakawaka]

Now that ghoul starts to falter because he is not a vampire as the other yells and charges at Hamlet.

Re: First Team

[general-and-boy.livejournal.com]

Alex shoots him a puzzled look. What is this "don't have to take everyone apart" business he speaks of?

Oh wait, yes. This one. His fingers rake across the gun holding ghoul's face as he snatches an ear trying to pull it off.

Re: First Team

[piwakawaka]

Liam blinks and finds himself fighting again as Meg yells over,

"Are you well?"

"Yes, keep safe."

Two more ghouls head towards them with a lead pipes and guns.

Re: First Team

[the-rest-is.livejournal.com]

Hamlet yells right back, parrying as well as he can before riposting.

Re: First Team

[general-and-boy.livejournal.com]

And an EAR!! YAY EAR!!

He puts it in his mouth for safe keeping right then and teleports onto one of the lead pipe holding ghouls.

Re: Second Team

[one_man_army]

He shoulders his small pack and sets off at a quick run down the street, getting a few warehouses down before he ducks between the buildings while people are busy tearing each other apart in the street.

It's simple enough to double back and work his way back to the target, and he pulls his gun from the holster as a precaution, listening to the sounds on the front side of the building and not making a sound as he creeps through the shadows.

A door would be nice, but if not, he's got no problem with blowing out a window to drop inside.

Re: First Team

[piwakawaka]

Liam and Meg are going to give him space as the ghoul tries to put up a fight.

Re: First Team

[piwakawaka]

Hamlet has speed but the ghoul has supernatural speed and loyalty and will fight every step he can.

Re: Second Team

[piwakawaka]

There's one small door at the back of the warehouse, a fire escape and all the windows have been boarded up from the inside.

Re: First Team

[general-and-boy.livejournal.com]

Alex is having a good time wresting the lead pipe from his hands. He'll bash the man over the head with it when he gets it.

Re: First Team

[the-rest-is.livejournal.com]

That certainly helps the ghoul. Given the fact that he's already technically dead, he is not in the least worried of whatever injuries that the ghouls might inflict upon him, so there is a definite air of nonchalance about his fighting, despite his focus.