Legacy & War (Battle of Nippur)

[Dean Winchester]

Dean was furious, there was no way this little punk was going to get away with what he had done and said. Pushing himself up off the floor the demon rose a walking mess of blood, glass, and stab wounds. This battle had taken a toll on him but it had not been enough to put him out of commission for good, it had only served to piss him off even more.

The Deanmon was out for Victor's blood.

Ascending the stairs Dean managed to get his bearings and then slowly make him way to the front door and take a look out just in time to see Victor go after someone the Winchester did not recognize, though none of that mattered to Dean. The only thing he was focused on right now was the fact that the little bitch had his back turned on him, and for this simple display of arrogance Dean was going to make sure he died.

Pulling out the colt 1911 Dean stumbled out of the building to get closer to his target, the assassin stood ignorant of what was coming for him. The demon wasn't sure if this was due to fatigue or ego, but it was at least working out in his favour. Raising the pistol Dean took aim at the man's back, since the torso was the easiest part of the body to hit, and he pulled the trigger.

The sound of the shot rang out in the distance and only a couple seconds later it was followed by another, and then finally a third. Dean bared his teeth in a vicious grin as each bullet hit their mark and blood blossomed from Victor's chest. Holstering the gun the Winchester ran forward, funnelling his energy one last time into a burst of speed to close the gap even quicker, as his victim sunk to his knees and then finally slumped to the ground.

Coming up to his target Dean gripped Victor by the hair with his left hand, dragging the assassin to his feet to face him, as his free hand drew the first blade. Victor was barely conscious, their fight and Dean's sneak attack taking there toll on him, and his breathing was becoming more and more laboured. Bringing the first blade up to the punk's throat he made sure to look the man directly in the eyes before shouting at him.

“DON'T. EVER. FUCK. WITH ME!” The demon's voice accented it word, but it sounded like it had taken on a whole new quality as he shouted. It sounded as if three different voices, each one having a different pitch and tone to it, were screaming at the man trying to escape through the same vocal cords. It was a sound that no human should have ever been able to make.

This alone would have been enough to chill the blood of anyone near by, but what happened next only made it worse. The first blade bit into Victor's neck, the jagged blade tearing through the ateries causing a spray of blood to coat Dean. Victor, to his credit, did not scream though as the blade tore through his neck. It did at least produce a very satisfying gurgling noise which cased the mark of Cain to flare to life.

The rage, the thrill of killing, the sound his victim made as he died, it all sent shivers down this demon's spine. If Dean could have frozen himself in this moment in time he probably would have.

This was the feeling of pure bliss, though it would not last. Soon after dropping Victor's lifeless body to the ground all the pain and fatigue came rushing back to hit him like a brick wall, causing the Winchester to fall down to his knees.

”I need a fucking beer.” Dean growled, his voice slowly returning to normal as he looked about at the carnage they had brought to this place. ”And I need to find my car.”

Closing his eyes Dean waited a brief moment to collect himself before slowly getting up to his feet and very slowly making his way to the Impala's wreckage, each step taking a great deal of effort and concentration, wondering how the hell he was going to get it out of here.

Used The Colt pistol to shoot Vic in the back.

Used Burst speed again, starting to wear on Dean, he is very very tired and sore.

Also because I forgot to do it my last post of the other fight I have 2/3 SP left after using the supermove.