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[color=00a651][h1] [center] [b]Dzhon Piter Nabokov[/b] [/center] [/h1][/color]

Dzhon looked around at the other exorcists, he felt a small twinge of anger when he was called an idiot. However, he hid it well with a smile on his face. He assumed they were with the order judging from their varying outfits. His gaze looked over towards the lone cultist surrounded by the others, Pulling out his pistol ready to kill the lone cultist, but he disappeared before he could pull the trigger. He was really hoping he could kill another cultist. As soon as the lone cultist disappeared, groups of armored cultists teleported into the dining room. “[color=00a651]Chert.[/color]” He cursed under his breath as the cultists were coming closer towards the group. He knew his bullets would not do much, however with his falchion he could stab through the gaps in their armor.  

Running over towards the shotgun welding cultiss that were attacking the slavic woman. Grabbing the shotgun from one of the fallen cultists. “[color=00a651]Groovy.[/color]”  Helping her by cutting down the other armored cultist. Stabbing into the openings of his armor. Being chased by another cultists around the room. Using his martial art skills kicking him in the head, rolling onto the ground towards the table. Standing on the table with the cultist getting on the table with him.  Dhzon throws the shotgun at him, making the cultist drop his weapon and catch it.  Stabbing him in the thigh before picking up the shotgun.  Aiming the shotgun point-blank to the head of the cultist, pulling the trigger finding enjoyment watching him crap his suit of armor. 

“[color=00a651]And the great dragon was thrown down, that ancient serpent, who is called the devil and Satan, the deceiver of the whole world—he was thrown down to the earth, and his angels were thrown down with him.[/color]” His voice seemed to echo throughout the room. The Russian man uses the butt of the shotgun to block the incoming attack, using his machete to hack off the arms the cultists he was currently fighting. “[color=00a651]Need a hand.[/color]” Laughing while kicking a severed hand towards another cultist near him.