Angry gray gargoyles shout with unconstrained rage and swipe with deadly precision to tear apart a fleeing woman running across the rained on the rooftop of the vampire’s mansion. The human figure chased by monsters is only discernible by the shocking red of her scarf flowing as she runs as quickly as she can across the narrow rims where the rooftops meet. Being sure to avoid slipping off the watered down shingles, if she didn’t, she’d fall onto the sharp decorative fleur de lis shaped spikes and have a very painful death.
These predators behind her fly with their two feet long wings, screeching and howling like banshees as they taste blood on their lips already. Surely they will reach the end of their hunt now, and can devour this intruder without mercy. The red clad vagabond finds she has run out of rooftop to run on, and barely skids to a halt before the long drop to the mansion grounds below. Perhaps a less painful death awaited her below than being mauled apart by the gargoyles about to descend on her. After chasing her for several minutes, the monsters are delighted to end this chase with a bloody feast.
“I got you right where I want you!”
Instead of a terrified plea for mercy. Riku has turned around and extended the retractable scythe hidden on her belt. It shoots out a long blade that’s almost as long as the wings on those monsters for comparison. Coated along the sharp edges of that curved blade is powdered gunpowder. Riku waves a hand casting a short flame like a match across her weapon, and when the fuse is lit she swings up into the gathered crowd of gargoyles right as the flame ignites the powder.
They thought she was fleeing for her life? She was only waiting to line them all up for a devastating attack! A thunderous explosion of flame incinerates the gargoyles, coating them in a cloak of fire along with a long and wide cut cleaving across their chests, tearing apart flesh. Igniting them with fire. Even if the burning is mitigated by the downpour, the initial attack is enough to send them all falling back and howling in great pain.
Riku has to smirk at how successful her attack was, how perfectly timed and planned it all had been! She has to swirl her scythe in the air and land the bottom of it’s pole against the ground in a gloating manner. “No one can make fire in rain, other than me.”
The explosion makes the mansion rumble below, the force of the impact echoing down the floors. Brightness from the blast was visible several floors down.
Knowing that strike would not keep the gargoyles away for long, she turns away from her victory and gets to terms with the intimidating drop below. Pacing herself and taking a deep breath, Riku leaps from the parapet and falls several feet. She twirls around in midair and uses her scythe to catch into the wall like a hook holding a slab of meat, but it’s Riku instead, catching her from falling and also tearing the nice decorations up. Not that Riku minds, it wasn’t her home after all.
If the crying of monsters and explosion during a rainstorm wasn’t enough to draw attention to her, then defiling the mansion by tearing up it’s walls with large scythe marks would definitely piss off anyone unfortunate enough to be the owner. If all else fails, the Riku sized hole in the once majestic glass window being shattered is the cherry on top.
“Time to find the secrets of this mansion.” She says to herself, pulling her scythe back into it’s compartmentalized form. She flexes her shoulders and steps forward into the unknown with a smile.
