07-04-2017, 08:56 PM
Harlan snarled and flung the ball of flame towards his opponent, the youth moving fast enough to dodge it. A rack of souvenir T-shirts went up in flame, smoke starting to fill the room. "You came all this way, just to tangle with me? Gotta say, kid. You're either real dumb, or real ballsy. Game's already over." Without warning, he dropped to all fours and charged, tossing aside racks and chairs as he dashed towards the youth. Dust watched Harlan come at him, the big lumbering beast coming slowly enough for the man to skip to the side almost lazily and perch upon a railing as the wolfbeast slammed into a flimsy wall.
Harlan snorted in anger and pain, trying to clear his head. This wasn't how he fought. Charging about, slicing and biting like an animal. This form had too much of the Beast in it, and with that pill the kid had taken, the Ravnos would need to outsmart his now stronger foe. He turned, only to see the handsome man coming at him once more, his black claws outstretched for another ripping slash.
The vampire took the hit along his side, slices opening up in his flesh as Dust struck him again. But this time, Harlan wrapped his claws around the man's arm and growled, yanking hard and using his own momentum to sling him back into the far side of the gloomy store. Wasting no time, the beast followed his target back inside and twitched his clawed hands into the eldritch symbols that only he knew, combined with his powers. Thick, cloying darkness began to spread throughout their battleground, the illusion of a night lit by no moon lending a more even fight to the already heavily wounded Ravnos.
This was his strength...confusion, fear, uncertainty. A quiet shuffling as he repositioned himself, Dust getting up from his haphazard journey back inside the safehouse. The Dying Star paused, listening intently as he closed his eyes, sight useless in the gloom. But he had other ways to pinpoint his prey, other things to rely on. The man's nostrils widened as he sniffed the air, Harlan holding his breath in the darkness. A subtle, metallic noise echoed off the wall that the beast was leaning against and....there!
Dust turned and ran towards Harlan's still form, murder in his eyes as he prepared to unleash another devastating salvo of slashes. Wait! No! There was something, something that was wrong about this maneuver. He tried to remember the smells, the sounds, desperately sensing what it could be. But what the true werewolf had failed to notice as he rushed up to his opponent (leaning so casually, like he was prepared for his eventual discovery) was the glistening barrel of Harlan's Colt Python, gripped unsteadily in long clawed fingers, the trigger guard biting on his index. Still, though. The gun worked.
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM
The youth felt the lead ripping through his abdomen, Harlan's madly grinning furred face lit up in the muzzle flashes as he emptied the revolver into Dust's gut. The force of the bullets that had hit him (it felt like so many), threw him off balance, making the youth stumble, his eyes wide in shock. Harlan didn't relent, dropping the useless, empty firearm and rearing his good arm back for a devastating haymaker. Dust went flying backwards, crashing through the timbers of the safehouse wall and rolling onto the veranda. Again, Harlan was on him, not even leaving him enough time to bleed. He drew back a furry foot and kicked viciously at Dust's ribs, the youth's hand shooting out to grab the other leg and dig his claws in, slicing through Harlan's Achilles.
The wolfbeast roared through the pain, and limped backwards, bleeding from his wrists, torso, leg, all over. Pulling back his lips into a snarl as Dust got up, he started to weave the symbols of illusion once more. But this time was different. Blood flowed from his wounds, glowing and evaporating into a dark purple-red mist that began to coalesce around Harlan's wrists and Dust himself. "I bet you got a lot of demons, kid. Why don't you say how do you do to 'em?!?" The vampire roared as he let the spell go, a loud roaring shriek filling the air as the mist got thicker and thicker, swirling into a savage vortex.
Harlan snorted in anger and pain, trying to clear his head. This wasn't how he fought. Charging about, slicing and biting like an animal. This form had too much of the Beast in it, and with that pill the kid had taken, the Ravnos would need to outsmart his now stronger foe. He turned, only to see the handsome man coming at him once more, his black claws outstretched for another ripping slash.
The vampire took the hit along his side, slices opening up in his flesh as Dust struck him again. But this time, Harlan wrapped his claws around the man's arm and growled, yanking hard and using his own momentum to sling him back into the far side of the gloomy store. Wasting no time, the beast followed his target back inside and twitched his clawed hands into the eldritch symbols that only he knew, combined with his powers. Thick, cloying darkness began to spread throughout their battleground, the illusion of a night lit by no moon lending a more even fight to the already heavily wounded Ravnos.
This was his strength...confusion, fear, uncertainty. A quiet shuffling as he repositioned himself, Dust getting up from his haphazard journey back inside the safehouse. The Dying Star paused, listening intently as he closed his eyes, sight useless in the gloom. But he had other ways to pinpoint his prey, other things to rely on. The man's nostrils widened as he sniffed the air, Harlan holding his breath in the darkness. A subtle, metallic noise echoed off the wall that the beast was leaning against and....there!
Dust turned and ran towards Harlan's still form, murder in his eyes as he prepared to unleash another devastating salvo of slashes. Wait! No! There was something, something that was wrong about this maneuver. He tried to remember the smells, the sounds, desperately sensing what it could be. But what the true werewolf had failed to notice as he rushed up to his opponent (leaning so casually, like he was prepared for his eventual discovery) was the glistening barrel of Harlan's Colt Python, gripped unsteadily in long clawed fingers, the trigger guard biting on his index. Still, though. The gun worked.
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM
The youth felt the lead ripping through his abdomen, Harlan's madly grinning furred face lit up in the muzzle flashes as he emptied the revolver into Dust's gut. The force of the bullets that had hit him (it felt like so many), threw him off balance, making the youth stumble, his eyes wide in shock. Harlan didn't relent, dropping the useless, empty firearm and rearing his good arm back for a devastating haymaker. Dust went flying backwards, crashing through the timbers of the safehouse wall and rolling onto the veranda. Again, Harlan was on him, not even leaving him enough time to bleed. He drew back a furry foot and kicked viciously at Dust's ribs, the youth's hand shooting out to grab the other leg and dig his claws in, slicing through Harlan's Achilles.
The wolfbeast roared through the pain, and limped backwards, bleeding from his wrists, torso, leg, all over. Pulling back his lips into a snarl as Dust got up, he started to weave the symbols of illusion once more. But this time was different. Blood flowed from his wounds, glowing and evaporating into a dark purple-red mist that began to coalesce around Harlan's wrists and Dust himself. "I bet you got a lot of demons, kid. Why don't you say how do you do to 'em?!?" The vampire roared as he let the spell go, a loud roaring shriek filling the air as the mist got thicker and thicker, swirling into a savage vortex.
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Harlan threw the Fira spell and missed, then charged and missed again.
Dust tangled with him and forced him out onto the veranda.
Harlan tanked a nasty slice and Irish Whipped Dust back into the store, following him and using the same darkness illusion he used on Mad Bull.
Dust managed to pinpoint Harlan, but not before the Ravnos draws his gun and empties it point blank.
Dust goes flying out onto the patio again and slices up Harlan's legs.
Harlan uses the last of his SP to cast T1 Super Attack: Chimerstry- Waking Nightmare (1 SP, 0/6 Remaining)
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”