Akira

Akira recoiled from the vampire's rageful energy, cursing under his breath as he realized how outclassed him and Sunye were. They weren't strong enough to do any real damage to this guy, and while the barriers had come down, he wasn't sure if they'd be able to fight this guy and protect the priestess. Taking a deep breath, he turned to Sunye, red eyes slightly glazed over from the pain coursing through his body, his left arm hanging limply from his side. "Sunye, you need to get everyone out of here. The mission is to protect the priestess, and we can't do that if we're dealing with this guy." Akira took a stance as familar red marks appeared on his body again, his left arm rising painfully as he manipulated the blood in it so that he ciuld use it again. "I'll try my best to hold him off, buy you as much time as I can." 

Akira took a breath, then charged Damien again, launching a roundhouse kick to his head, then using the momentum from that to spin around to lash out with a savage sidekick. He'd continue to lay on a barrage of attacks for as long as he could, hoping that Sunye would take everyone and leave.

[@Masaki Haruna]


Dylan

Dylan eyed the assailant, but he found that his surroundings were fading away into shadows, the man in black being replaced by the Electrokinetic that had attacked his father's lab. Suddenly, he was a small child agqin, and as the other man seemed to approach him with lightning crackling in his fingers, Dylan felt the cold grip of fear close in around his heart, slowly backing away from the source of his nightmares for a long time.  With each step the man took, his fear grew in both size and intensity. "Stay away," he whispered, his voice on the cusp of panic, "Get away from me!"

Dylan suddenly felt himself hit a wall, and the man suddenly seemed to appear in front of him, hand outstretched, sparks dancing amongst the grasping fingers like snakes eager to sink their fangs into his flesh. The last thing Dylan remembered before he blacked out was the distant howl of a wolf that resonated within his core . . . and the deep, animalistic growl that tore itself from his throat.

In reality, he had hardly moved an inch, stricken by whatever illusion he'd been struck by, but he suddenly cane to life as his eyes changed from their normak emerald green to a much more menacing amber gold. Dylan would let out a growl before charging forward towards his opponent, aiming to claw the man in the face, then continue the barrage with a flurry of punches, kicks, even headbutts, all with an animalistic savagery and without a single thought put into them. He was running on pure instinct.

[@Kimiyosis]