[h2][color=66CD00] Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend[/color][/h2]

Bianca grunted as Gratia albeit gently, threw her over her shoulder. A bit of blood escaped her mouth as she coughed. [color=#9d36ff]”It’s okay, I’m fine.”[/color] Bianca managed to choke out. [color=#9d36ff]”Do it.”[/color] She said quietly.

Vitoria’s eyes shot wide open as she attempted to side step the carbine, however found her leg to be slower than she assumed. The bullet exited her thigh and she let out a shrill and desperate cry. She landed from her side step heavy, like a bag of bricks. Gratia would notice the man at the end of the parking lot heard the gun shot and began running towards the pair of girls. He, seemed tired. 

Vitoria cursed and pulled another blade from her thigh. She threw a single knife at Bianca’s back that was over Gratia’s shoulder. Throwing another at Gratia’s leg. She struggled to maintain balance as she did this, stumbling out into the parking garage, allowing for Gratia to exit the elevator.  Vitoria opened her maw to snap back at Gratia. But she found nothing, losing her words in Gratia’s giant, bloodthirsty grin. 


[h2][color=fff79a][s]V[/s][/color][s][color=66CD00]G[/color][color=FADA5E]N[/color][/s][color=7fffd4]B[/color] – Shit Hits the Fan[/h2]

Demetrius was an older man. He was slowing down. The ice came up from Stream and he was forced once more to tear his gaze from his prey, and salvage his arm. The ice seemingly melting around his aura. Seemingly predicting him being able to block the ice, Beryl continued her onslaught attacking Demetrius, an attack made to be impossible to block. But he found himself trying. He immediately raised his arm to stop the blade, but once it made contact with his knife it swung around it lacerating his arm.

He pulled.

Demetrius’ lower portion of his arm did not follow.

Demetrius smiled an uncanny smile as he glared downwards where his limb once was. Beryl could see the blood stop flowing. It began to clot and eventually stopped bleeding altogether, in a matter of seconds. Almost as if he was controlling his blood in a telekinetic fashion. With a deranged glare he looked back up at Beryl. [color=#6acaf7]“You understand now, right?”[/color] Demetrius cackled. [color=#6acaf7]“Why my children call me greedy?”[/color]