More and more by the score the undead hellions descended upon the two, yet just as their wrathful and wretched companions before them they fell to the women's blades, their flesh seething and sizzling with every cut, every slash and cleave of the blessed silver carving through their brittle bones and burning them to cinders as they wailed in such horrific pain. The cute, timid young girl to her side, despite before protesting subtly her displeasure in slaying the vampires of which she shared common blood with, she was now entranced in the righteous slaughter of the damned creatures, her eyes, her voice, her entire demeanor a far cry from the cheery, adorable persona that charmed her beautiful, beloved mistress, but even this bloodthirsty shift in attitude, it wooed the woman even more as together, mistress and her thrall, they fought vicious and valiant against the hordes of false Nosferatu charging at them headlong to their imminent demise. As Rebecca whirled around and decapitated one beast in one fell swoop of her blade, she noticed a peculiar glint of steel in her midst, that of a freshly sharpened arrowhead...pointed directly at her face. Without warning she rose her sabre towards the neck of the opposing archer(Mithias) clad in his all black ardor like he was enveloped in form fitting shadows, the very same that seemed to engulf Rebecca's curvaceous figure and swarmed ravenously through her ice blue eyes glaring into his shimmering gold. Varmomere was his name, as the elder vampire woman could assume from the gilded tag emblazoning his left pectoral, how ironic given what he was. [color=ed1c24]"Relinquish your dart from me, SOLDIER, or I shall remove it along with your head."[/color] The stand-down, it was tense, but brief as before either made a move upon the other combatant locked in their painful stare.... [color=f49ac2]"Mistress!! Look out!!"[/color] The bastard nearly caught her off guard had it not been for the frantic warning of her thrall Camille. Quickly she sidestepped the ferocious newblood, only missing him by a hair fraction. No wounds, but a shrill sound of tearing fabric, unfortunately that of her blouse torn to shreds by the creature's passing claw. In seconds it was Varomere who skewered the vamp with his arrow, the deadly shard making quick but agonizing work of it. Rebecca merely cut her dark eyes over to the man, giving a slight nod as gratitude. Thankfully the creature only tore apart her top and not her bra, exposing her...[i]assets[/i] to this male vampire, speaking of such, more males joined armed to the teeth, most of which had a few choice words to spout at Rebecca and her thrall from their licentious vocabulary, only making the woman turn her nose at them and scowl bitterly. In fact, just to slight them, she had an idea...a rather devilish one. [color=f49ac2]"Mistress! Mistress are you okay?! Oh I'm so sorry, I should've stopped him and-?!"[/color] Without warning she grabbed flustered little Camille and pulled her close, dangerously close. Her lips fell upon the girl's quick and ever passionately did she kiss her beloved before the men, breaking her lips away and stroking her servant's blushing cheek warmly with a deeply satisfied smile, [color=ed1c24]"I am alright, my dear. Thankfully the strapping men of SOLDIER have come to our...much needed aid."[/color] Camille....she...she didn't know what to think of this! The poor girl's legs were buckling as her lips were locked with her lady's and her whole body nearly went limped as she gasped for breath and slouched next to the woman who had her arms around her. Not to mention her face felt hot, blazing hot, and she was sure it wasn't the flames nearby. [color=ed1c24]"You there, Varomere I presume."[/color] She called the male vampire's attention towards her. [color=ed1c24]"I ask that you keep your men in line if you wish to continue aiding us. I will accept no more libidinous commentary about me or my dear Camille."[/color] And with that, she and her dear Camille turned from the men and faced forward brandishing their weapons towards the second onslaught thundering towards them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [i][b]"The only easy day...was yesterday..."[/b][/i] Once the two had gone, that is when the shadow, a rather well built male figure, emerged from the dark, yet his form, neither eye nor hair of him could be seen to the naked human eye, unless he wished to reveal himself to his targets. As for his eyes, all it took was one simple blink and the mysteries of which the night of no moon obscured in sheets of thick obsidian shadows became clear as day in his vision, albeit most of it casted in a verdant shade of green. He crouched low, working his way out of the forest thicket, creeping silently across the road towards his next designated cover position, as the creature he had become stalking his armored prey. His eyes flashed momentarily towards the tank, making certain he hadn't been compromised already by his fading camouflage. Enshrouded he was once more by sweet, sweet darkness of the forest shade, but this time...he was so close to his targets, he could reach out and touch them. [color=598527][i]Tangos in sight...[/i][/color] He whispered to himself, slowly and ever carefully drawing one of the twin blades he sheathed behind his back. Soon, just soon that perfect moment would come along. He anticipated it, the very instant the guard passed him, he would drag them in...and they would be never be seen or heard from again...just as he terrorized the Viet Cong in the jungles. The ghost, the shade, the hunter... But as Clint observed them further, he realized a grievous error in his meticulous planning. [color=598527][i]Plate armor. It won't stop a bullet, but it'll stop a blade dead in its tracks.[/i][/color] Knowing this, he decided to sheathe his blade for now and just ever silently make his way past the checkpoint. So far so good he was stalking his way through the woods, just as his COs trained him years back....many..years back... At the telltale scream of a bird over his head along with the beating of chopper blades...it all came back in that one instant. ~ [i]Ronnie!! Ronnie get the fuck out of there!! They're gonna nape the whole goddamn jungle!! Run!!!![/i] ~ He shook it from his head, his breath becoming deep and ragged, hard as kerosene. [color=598527]"Dammit..."[/color] Quietly he cursed to himself in a mutter. Just from the flames and the smell of smoke alone, he could tell all hell was breaking loose in Kilo Point, looking a whole lot like Hue City did when they rolled in thunder and guns blazing, all those women and kids too...not a single one survived the onslaught, and the same could be said for these fundamental [i]Jesus-Nazis[/i] systematically slaying every fucking thing in their path. [i][color=598527]There's two things I learned in 'Nam. One, good people are hard to find these days, and two...what God? Sure wasn't there when Ronnie got smoked...or when Julia died either.[/color][/i]