[justify]Nudara barely heard Rextep over the roaring inferno at his back and even that was a distant murmur. What was more important to him than the vampire’s praise was the fact that he leveled those guns in his direction and pulled the trigger three more times, each shot playing out in slow motion, from the squeeze of his finger to the little explosion down the barrel winked at him like a train barreling down the other side of a tunnel while flinging another slug. Like a train there was no stopping him. Nudara had already committed to launching himself forward and he now had the momentum of an entire hospital wing exploding keeping him going, he was in line to get shot, but the same void that had slurped up all the oxygen in the surrounding area and attempted to do the same to Rextep dragged them off their trajectory towards the Black Prince’s center mass where his own hand waited to snatch them out of the air.

[b]KRRRK!!![/b]

One slug had been strong enough to fling him to the side so three slugs definitely cracked something in the prince’s right hand, ripping through the leathery flesh of his palm, causing at least one bone to break through the flesh on the back of his hand and turning his fist into a smoldering hateful meteor. But the slugs had most certainly been stopped in their tracks. The slugs had been melted down into a single molten mass in the palm of his hand by the black fire spilling from his grasp and he charged.
Translating pain into psychic impetus that kept that fiery hound roaring forward and carried him through the stone opening only to collapse onto the ground beneath the hail of waiting cover fire.

“[color=ed1c24]G̴̘͠͠É̵͉̲̊T̴̬͐́ ̵̣͐H̵I̶̪͒́M̸̳̆ͅ![/color]”

The Prince snarled from his floor, pointing with a bloody finger, the Black Tongue filling the space between his words with an awful static that wrenched at the semi-sentient black fire construct that chased him and dragged its attention towards Rextep. Lupine head turning. Curving along the wall and avoiding the majority of Rex’s cover fire but still earning several gaping holes in its black body. Nudara’s construct howled with fury, angry at having its life prolonged by the prince’s pain, voice sounding like an out of control wildfire consuming an entire forest in the brief moment before it crashed down on top of Rex’s position. It had lost volume along the way. But still it hit like a bomb—shattering windows. Shaking concrete foundations. Sending cracks splintering through the floor and threatening to cave it in beneath them and drop the pair down to the basement in a few seconds where the blood bank no doubt hit its many secrets. Because of course it had secrets—everyone did in a place like Neo Babylon.

Anger still boiled in the Black Prince’s blood, or the magna flow that counted for it, his fiery fist clenched the molten slugs until he could feel the silver running between his digits and on his nose he could smell the stench of magic coming from—what was that he’d seen John playing with—some kind of box?

“[color=ed1c24]What’s that you’ve got in your hand, John? This is no time for toys.[/color]”[/justify]