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 Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 4:35 am
 Lilith stood from the distance watching the flames obliterate everything within their wake. She said nothing as the towns people fell victims to the mist devil's flames black flames. Luckily she hadn't gone further than she intended, or else she may have been cut off from the other side or worst. She was surprised the vampire was still alive once she had made it there. Her blade was drawn just in case anything out of the ordinary went down. The moment the burst of aura came from his arm, she shielded her face from blinding light of the seishou particles that came her way. When she looked back she found that the entire area was changed. The environment went dark and so did the ground. She wasn't familiar with this technique but she's was was definitely aware of the nature. She took a couple of steps back but she stopped at mid distance carefully not to back into the wall of black flames behind her. The vampire was on the opposite end of the square where the other burning wall was located. As she looked above she noticed that the flames were about 30 feet high around, encircling all three of them in it's fiery grasp. The cards were in Carsaik's hand and she trusted that he would take care of things from here. But at the same time the temperatures were getting a bit extreme inside and the last thing she needed was to get sweaty just before their departure. "You sneaky b*****d, you should have told me you were planning on killing this vampire. I would have killed him myself to save you the trouble." She called back to him. But she knew with his powers he was far from needing aid from the outside. Still, she wanted to stretch her muscles a bit. And this special vampire as Carsaik called him would have done the trick. She let out a small chuckle at the thought. The insults Carsaik threw towards the vampire sliced deeper than any blade. Not only was this vampire losing physically, but verbally as well.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 9:07 pm
Most of the blood that now stained the ground, was ntot the vampire's. As each beast leaped on him, he made sure their claws and teeth would not find their fatal mark, though he could not avoid all costs of the overwhelming assault, but he did make sure those close enough to kill, were killed instead. Not until there were too many dead on top of him to hold off the others did they manage to trap his arms in their crushing maws. What Carsaik heard, was Va'an cursing the feral beasts for their weak will and disposition to killing. They were just beasts after all, this was their nature. Va'an understood, but he hated them for causing him such inconvenience. When the timber fell, he wrested his one arm free, and caught the arm of the beast as it tried to claw through him, redirecting the attack to impale his fellow who was gnawing on Va'an's other arm. Their frenzy resumed after the small delay caused by the falling timber was all the more hectic as Va'an had taken the opportunity to retaliate, wrestling the beast on top of him to the side, only to bring the others down on top of him. A few more dead bodies lay around him when he'd cut their throats and impaled one's chest with his hand, crushing the one he'd wrestled off into the ground with the weight of the beast's corpse.
Tired of this struggle he managed to get his legs between him and the beast on top of him, his feet on its chest and hands behind his head. Even for him, being what he is, it was an effort for Va'an to force the pile off him, beasts and timber both, and he snarled with the effort, a feral vocalization of that effort, but he had regained his feet, looking bloodied, his sleeves torn to ribbons and more than a little out of composure. By now, Carsaik's powers were at work again, changing the ground into something...else. When the beasts came again, he sidestepped the first one, took hold of it about the arm and shoulder and threw it into the wall of flames, carrying through on that step and throwing more and more into the flames using their own momentum to do so and keep himself moving between them and their flashing claws, always watching the flurry of their attacks and keeping himself from harms way, taking only minor scratches, an insult to those deadly claws they had.
When he had finished incinerating as many as he could, only a few were left to attack him, and of course they did, frenzied as they were. Va'an took hold of two, in a flash, bashing their heads together, bone crunching in a sickening spectacle and a splash of blood burbling down their crumpled faces. A deadly jaw leaping at him from behind found its skull spiked on Va'an's evidently more lethal hand, a warning to the one that remained. This one thought, foolishly, as Va'an tossed its dead fellow off, that it could succeed where all others had failed in felling the vampire. Swinging its claws, and jaw open in fierce growls, it couldn't touch the vampire as he stepped back, and back, and back again, almost to that fatal wall of flame, but then was seemingly gone. Va'an had ducked low, and darted behind the beast, catching it in a lock and sinking his fangs into its neck, draining it of its life force to restore a bit of his own. It was like this that he turned, the beast going limp and Va'an holding it up to finish his meal, to face Carsaik again, and his eyes showed how he took in the changed scene. Dropping the beast, and ringing his wrists and forearms as if they were only sore--his bleeding had stopped and his fractures had knit back together "Well now this is different. I suppose you have something even deadlier than this inferno?" He spat "Awful taste...hate to resort to such vile sustenance.... It is getting late isn't it...?" Staring off at the sky for a moment, again, more concerned with other things as always.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 4:26 am
She continued watching as Carsaik turned the vampire into a bloody mess. Carsaik was toying with this little man. She had stood by his side for a few years now, and she could tell when Carsaik was serious or not. Still, they had better things to do rather than play around with a weakling vampire who struggled against a bunch of feral lesser beasts. "Carsaik, no need to use that technique on him. If he had trouble defeating just those simple minded creatures then there's no way he'll survive that. Let's get out of here before it gets to late. We have business to take care." It was one thing to beat the living crap out of someone, but it was another to let your lesser minions do it for you. And when this happened it didn't pay to see what the rest of the battle would turn out like.
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