Sten stared at the empty space where the cause of his madness had been.
He looked up at Mithias with a look of shock, but also a smile of laughter.
"He is right, the voices and memories keep us from moving on..."
He raised a pistol to his own head without breaking eye contact with Mithias.
"I am free!"
[i]Click.[/i]

Sten's face turned to disappointment.

[i]Click. Click.[/i]
[i]Click.[/i]

He fell down to the ground and grasped the vampires knee.
"Help me move on monster. I.. hehe. I.. he. I can't keep this up for long. "

The empty gun dropped to the ground as both hands grasped the long black coat.
"Ki-hi-ill me now. That's what you do isn't it?!" His shoulders shook with laughter.
A low and aerie giggle escaped his throat, one he so clearly tried to contain.
Any humans around that still lived stared in shock.
They hadn't noticed themselves, but on one of them a slight smile cracked his terror stricken face.

"Hahaha, Do I have to beg the monster to do what the monster does?"

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Hale heard screaming. That was both good and bad news.
The good news was that clearly: the grenades had done some damage.
Of course it'd be hard not to do damage with a beast like this. Shooting barrages of grenades that exploded into more grenades? He could still remember Magnus's lead developer scratch his head and think up excuses. But Hale was glad he'd taken the effort to 'convince' the man. Now he had quite the toy for convincing people with.
The bad new was that if there was screaming: that meant there were still living beings in there and that meant he wasn't done yet.
But to hale this 'bad' news sounded pretty fun.

He did wonder how long the gun would hold out though, the thing was smoking from more sides than just the barrel and it had heated up enough that he could probably light a cigarette on the barrel. And style demanded that he did.

While he looked over the barrel with a smoke from his mouth to the gun he saw a figure jumping out of the fort and rushing for him.
His new opponent trailed blood behind him.
The fact the figure seemed to have lost a good portion of his arm told Hale this man was either brave, stupid, or very dangerous.
In every case this would be a fun fight.
First things first he needed to know if there were still live humans in the fort and if this guy was defending them.

So hale set a few steps to the side, lining himself up with the mysterious assailant and the fortress.
His movements were clearly telegraphed, he showed his tactics clearly.
The gun groaned under the stress and wear as Hale pushed the machine to it's limits.
He emptied the magazine in a straight line barrage of death.
The guy would get the choice: Take the hits, or dodge and let the humans have it.

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Bouwe sat in the co-driver seat of Angela's car. He looked at the pillars of smoke arising on various sides of the city.
"Something big is going down. Should we be outside tonight?"
The sound of explosives in the distance echoed, and for a moment he thought he saw the windows tremble.
"How far away from our destination are we?"