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Post by redtopaz on Aug 31, 2008 12:49:33 GMT -5
Mercedes pulled back her arm and let spring a punch that could have felled most grown Nightmares. She was ready to rip this híbrido in two. She swung with all her might, determined to take him down.
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Post by Maestro on Aug 31, 2008 15:20:42 GMT -5
Iseabail screamed when the fire touched her. If it had been a weapon, a blade, something she couldfight, she would have had a chance, but against fire, there was nothing she could do. And then Mercedes burst in.
"Mercedes, be careful!" she shouted, rushing over to help her niece. As a vampire, she was stronger than the average Nightmare, but she hadn't been banking on how PAINFUL being burned was. As soon as she touched Seth, she screamed again. Unlike usual injuries, this was going to take a little bit to heal.
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Post by demitri on Sept 3, 2008 12:03:09 GMT -5
- Seth’s body twisted with the force of the hit Thrilled Absolutely exciting This game of survival Quickly his attention was focused on Mercedes The detective seemed to be the demi-devil to his angel, locked in conflict Swinging his body back he lunged for her, the light now forcing itself upon her, trying to bind her as he grasped for her throat, facing the vampire, “Apparently,” came the crazed comfort tone, “The two of you mean quite a lot to each other,” Eyes twisted with unnatural joy, “How interesting this mundane holy war has become.”
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Post by redtopaz on Sept 3, 2008 12:33:35 GMT -5
"No one hurts my family," Mercedes hissed, thrashing about as he grasped her throat. She could barely move! Something was pressing down on her limbs, making them heavy. She concentrated and, using all of her remaining strength, lashed out with her knee, catching Seth across the chest and weakening his grip just long enough to slip out. She crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath. She reaached for her throat protectively with both hands and struggled to her feet. When she looked up, her eyes were alight with fury. "Holy war... I guess that makes me guilty of wrath." She stepped in and pivoted, bringing first her elbow in and following up with her fist. It was still hard to move for some reason and her attack was infuriatingly slow.
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Post by Maestro on Sept 3, 2008 18:11:06 GMT -5
Ignoring her own pain, Iseabail buried it deep within her. Forcing herself to be strong for Mercedes, Iseabail growled at Seth, her Scottish battle-prowess kicking in, "Ye will pay for what ye have done to Mercedes." She lunged at him, baring her fangs. "Would ye prefer to have yer throat ripped out or to be stabbed to death?"
Pulling a dagger from her boot, she lunged again, ready to kill if need be. She would avenge the lives that he ahd taken and prevent further bloodshed.
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Post by demitri on Sept 4, 2008 16:14:39 GMT -5
A brief moment of panic Just as he dodged Mercedes’ blow Isebail was lunging towards him with determined strength, Yet He grinned, “I’m not done yet,” He soothed, throwing himself at Mercedes as the light from his body flooded the church with an array of scalding, blinding, color His arms wrapped around her with a crushing power as the two of them were swept away within the light of god As the brightness died away the two of them were gone All that remained was the stale smell of the church A toppled pew And a soft pool of red collecting beneath the alter The last victim, and clue left behind by the wolf in shepherds’ clothing
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