Kazemitsu

Gotham Knights - City On Fire

Kaze snorted when the junkie, dealer, whatever he was fainted from the threat. "How...disappointing..." He growled as he grabbed the man by his head. He was so sorely tempted to just end him but still he followed Batman's orders. Tossing the body onto the pile of other perps he made the same anonymous phone-call with one of the downed mens cellphone's. Crushing it into a pile of circuitry he turned his attention to Jack and his question.

"I can carry you as far as we need to go. My name is Kaze, not Reptar." He stated grumpily before using his tail to put Jack on his back. He flipped his hood back up to hide his features before bolting full tilt. Following Jack's directions since he honestly didn't know Gotham at all.

It honestly didn't take him long to make the distance vanish even with Jack on his back. His massive stride due to running on all fours and ability to turn on a dime made short work. As they neared their destination Kaze slammed on the brakes, tearing up the pavement beneath his hands and feet as Batman made his appearance. A little talk here, a little reveal there, and it turns out Slade had hitched a ride on the reptilian man.

"Isn't he one of your enemies?" He asked while eying Slade warily. The bestial mans breathing was barely even labored from the long trek and he was already thinking of beating Jack/Slade. But Slade's kid was in there...so maybe the asswhooping came after they destroyed Bane?

Magic Vs Might

@Veiled Angel Still floatin around?

The Blood Compact

Tristan turned his attention to the vampire that caught the blade mid-air. He was clearly not amused by the other vampires antics. "I did not invite you to this little duel and the boy didn't invite you either clearly." He stated before returning his attention to Vlad. "I don't have friends. I have allies and I have enemies and that's it." He replied as his blades vanished from where they came from. Using the toe of his boot the sword on the ground was flipped up into the air and caught before vanishing as well.

"We'll have to continue this another time. Without interruptions from cocky children." He growled while shooting Blue a glare that could have set stone on fire. "I would advise not trying to take on this whole group if you do fight the idiot manchild. Even I would be hard pressed to avoid all the automatic fire." He said before vanishing in that signature cloud of smoke. He appeared further away with each puff, and if anyone paid attention they would notice he only cropped up on a shadow of some sort.

The Blood Compact

@Shikaru Eh, ol Tristan doesn't like the sun XD mean ol ball o' gas!

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

Gaivred

Greymont Castle

The large man listened as Rhea answers Gorou's questions. She didn't do much better than Eli had but there was still more information provided. While she talked his eyes drifted the the white wyvern that she stood next to. He eyed the muzzle upon its jaws, was it not fully tamed? Was it a nipper like some of his horses? He'd ask later since he didn't plan to be flying on the reptilian beast. A fine tremor ran up his spine, how he hated heights. Hearing his name his eyes snapped to Gorou who gave a slight bow of his head.

"I'm no longer a Sir, Gorou..." He said, letting out he was no longer an official knight. "But it's a pleasure to meet you all the same." He continued, giving the man his own respectful head nod. The only indication that he was unhappy that his station had been taken from him was the slight tightening around his eyes. A movement that only the sharpest eyes would find thanks to his helm. At Rhea's question his helmed head turned towards her. She mentioned blade, which was another word for sword. Axes were considered to be bludgeons due to the lack of a cutting blade.

Gorou gave her his answer, what it boiled down to in Gaivred's mind was that he was always into self improvement. Only a little more flowery and long winded. Gaivred gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. "I go where I feel I'm needed to do as much good as I can." He stated as he shifted a little in his saddle to find a more comfortable position. When the armored woman mentioned riding the wyvern he paled. His hands squeezed on the reins in his grip, making the leather creak audibly. "No thank you..." He ground out, his voice a little hoarse. It was obvious he wasn't a fan of even the notion of flying.

Gorou seemed interested so he let the man have the 'honor' of flying, and potentially falling to his doom. Shaking his head Gaivred leaned a bit and stroked the jaw of his mare. "I'll stick to horses, thanks." He said, forcing himself to regain his composure. With that he righted himself and looked at the rest of the group, waiting for them to saddle up.

The Blood Compact

Tristan gave a snort while shaking his head slowly. "It's not a matter of special. Sometimes I just feel generous and give warning." He stated before vanishing in a wisp of smoke only to appear right in Vlad's face. "You're half vampire, boy. Don't deny a portion of your heritage even if others deny you." He growled out before vanishing again and appearing a little ways away. The smoke had no smell whatsoever, it seemed to just be an effect of this unique ability.

The older vampire just gave a brief smile at the mention of the half-breeds co-workers. "I haven't been into town, so I don't particularly know what is happening to your Covenant." He stated before his eyes darkened briefly. "As for the culling...your food should not be more dangerous than you are. It should not be able to swarm over you like insects. Humans have spread to far to fast and are, simply put, to fucking destructive." He snarled before gesturing to the town. "How many forests and animals were wiped out to build this single town? I might not be a lover of nature but even I cherish the planet I was put on." He explained before his hand flickered.

The shortsword he had held was launched towards Vlad's body in a blinding display of speed. "Humanity needs to be put in its place and it needs to be done now. Our people have been far to fucking kind to them to let them spread like cockroaches." Tristan finished as another blade appeared within his grip.

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

@Lord Orgasmo I'd feel disappointed. Movies almost never match games or books so it messes with what you already know.

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

@Ambra I tend to stick with a single character unless I'm feelin really good XD

The Blood Compact

Tristan gave the barest shrug of his shoulders. "You're a boy, a child, to me. It'll be the most civilized insult you'll get." He stated as his eyes started to brighten from their normal dull sheen. He took note of the sudden change in color of the other mans eyes, which got Tristan's lips to quirk up slightly. "Lycan...and Vampire? Normally those end up twisted creatures that rarely survive their first months never mind years." He said as he finally turned fully to Vladimir.

"I personally don't want to shed your blood unless it's just a fun fight. But you're siding with the humans against your own kind. Even if you are a half-blood." He growled as another flick landed second blade in his free hand. This one was just as dull colored as the first but had three times the length with a wicked looking serrated edge. "I very rarely give a second warning. Leave." He growled while slowly crouching down into a readied stance. The swords gave off a soft shine, the weapons clearly iron and well taken care of.

The Blood Compact

Tristan gave a big yawn of boredom as he lounged on air. His perfect balance keeping him aloft in a sitting position while he watched his fellow vampires roam through the small town. Blocking entrances and exits, capturing humans, and even gunning for the Covenant outpost. "So he's finally making a move..." He murmured while his jacket fluttered in the mild breeze. Those crimson eyes were half-lidded as he watched, no real skill presenting itself down there. Guns, technology, vehicles, enough metal to make him scowl.

"What ever happened to being up close and personal. Watching the light fade from your enemies eyes, the fleeting emotions of the soon to be dead." He exclaimed, clearly not happy with how things were progressing. He had little honor but he still preferred melee combat to taking pot shots hundreds of feet away. There was no sport in it! It was like humans sniping lions and acting like it was a big triumph when they bagged the completely unawares animal. Because that's what humans were, animals with slightly higher brain functions.

Rolling his shoulders and crackling his neck, the ancient vampire seemingly vanished in a puff of smoke. A few puffs later and he was on the street slightly crouched as if landing from a high jump. Soldiers on one side of him, on the other side was what appeared to be a normal man with the whiff of lycan about him. Rising up he only looked at the man from the corner of his eye while the leather creaked from the movement. "I'd advise you to continue on your way, boy." He said. His voice is like the sound at the bottom of a well. Deep, rough, and lost. A single flick of his wrist and a long dull colored blade was in his hand, what was classed as a short sword. But to the giant towering over everyone, it was a dagger.

"Let the culling of humanity continue." He continued as he turned to the pirate booted lycan. The dull look vanished briefly from those crimson orbs. Revealing the desire for bloodshed, the primal urge of one from ages past to cause death. This was not a being made for the peaceful world and the weight of ages surrounded him. It seemed this was the only warning, something Tristan rarely did. But lycans deserved at least a warning, puppies need not be abused. Merely...disciplined.