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@King Tai

"Do. not. tell. me. to CALM DOWN!" Krystoff answered, swinging his sword and cleaving through two ghouls in his rage. "After I got through with her, she's up!" He kicked away a ghoul coming up on his side, but not before it sliced through his fatigues and into his leg.

Luckily, Devil's Fang was blocking any pain he might feel, but he knew it would hurt like hell after the fight. He thrust forward, piercing the monster's heart with the well-aimed stab. Usually Krystoff wasn't this hot-headed with his siblings, but the fear of possibly losing one had put the young man in rare form. "And after I get through with you, you'll be lucky if you can say the same!" Krystoff shouted at Xavier over the headpiece. He wouldn't really hurt his brother, except a good smack on the back of the head. Krystoff would make sure Mathias heard about this incident, however.
@King Tai @MonsieurShade
"I really wanted that room, though..." Krystoff joked to himself in relief. He was still wearing the blood-stained surgical gloves. Ripping them off, he snatched up his sword and his bag. With Dimitri out of the warehouse center, he'd finally be able to use those damn grenades! Pulling the pin off two, he threw them far into the remaining cluster of ghouls. "CLEAR!" The disgusting creatures were thrown forward and more than a few were blasted completely apart. After the sound of the explosion was out of his ears, Krystoff realized Xavier was finally talking.

"Where the hell have YOU been?! The ghouls are nearly gone, but we damn near lost Alexi!" Krystoff yelled into his headset, separating a ghoul from his lower half with a swift strike. Hearing Xavier after the worst of it was over set fire to Krystoff's blood! His face settled somewhere between a grin and a snarl, ghoul blood spattered over his face and chest. "Thanks for the assist Dimitri, Alexi was looking bad!" With five slayers, the battle looked to be drawing to a close finally.

@Alamantus Looking sideways at the pretty woman for a second, Silas cleared his throat to get his voice back. It had been quite awhile since he talked to another person. "Hello, shopkeep. I go by Silas and I'd actually like to help you. I've some fairly rare and valuable pelts, if you're interested?" Silas took his pack and laid it on the counter, patting the top of it. He kept it closed, hoping to invite interest from the amiable man.
Krystoff heard the hoarse groan of Alexi and cursed his bad luck, but soon the sound of Dimitri's unorthodox style reached his ears. At least waves would slow down some with him here. He turned towards Alexi, seeing Izzy approaching the scene. Damian seemed to have his side under control and with the ghouls regrouping after the new assault on their rear, this was Krystoff's chance. He rushed to Alexi, kneeling at her side and putting two fingers to her neck. Her heartbeat was fluttery and weak, showing just how low on blood she was. "Izzy, I need a shield while I work on Alexi! Dimitri should have the other side!" With that, Krystoff grabbed Alexi and slung her over his shoulders like a fireman. He sprinted back towards his bike, a relatively safe distance from the melee.

Ever the boy scout, Krystoff pulled a field medicine kit from his bag. After dousing his hands in alcohol, he pulled on a pair of gloves. He gingerly moved Alexi's head until he saw the full extent of the damage. The ghoul had just missed her carotid and jugular artery but it wasn't much of a relief. Krystoff had taken too much time helping Damian and he only hoped he wasn't too late to save his sister. "Come on you tough bitch, where's that sharp tongue of yours?!" Her blacking out wasn't a good sign, her blood pressure must've been way too low. Taking a steadying breath, he ripped open the suture kit and threaded the needle. Krystoff doused her wounds in the alcohol as well and was worried when she showed no response. Wiping away excess blood, Krystoff held her skin together as he carefully began to stitch her up. "Come on... come on..." he whimpered to himself. A couple of minutes later, her two laceration were neatly stitched and taped up, but she didn't seem to be coming to. "I swear to whatever powers that be, I'M TAKING YOUR ROOM IF YOU DIE, ALEXI!" Krystoff shouted at her as he grabbed the adrenaline. He tied off her bicep and after a vein was bulging, he inserted the needle, whipped off the tourniquet, pressed down on the plunger and immediately covered the injection site with gauze.

"Izzy! Holy water grenades in the bag!" Krystoff roared, throwing his sack over to her as she neared where Damian was making barbecue of the ghouls.
Silas wandered into town, rucksack slung over one shoulder and nodded respectfully to the city guard. It was better not to look like a suspicious character when just arriving, as they tended to follow a person to ascertain their intentions. Today was a business trip for the young man however, as he'd finally hunted down a couple of rare creatures. Their pelts would see for a fair bit of coin, Silas knew. They contained magic, one from an Ice wolf, that when made into a garment never let its wearer feel the frigid air, a fire fox, whose fur was particularly useful as gloves. Many blacksmith revered the pelts because they never burned! And a couple of other rarities littered the bag. Silas was feeling particularly hopeful this night, knowing he'd had quite the haul.

Yet it seemed the landscape had changed, for Silas had sworn he'd entered the North market. Yet he never saw a sign, just more labeled for the East market. Confusing as it was, all Silas was looking for was a pawn shop to hawk his wares. If he couldn't find the right price there, there were a few textile markets that would salivate over his pelts. He saw a particularly inviting one with a large sign that clearly described it as a pawn shop. He made a path for it and stepped through, enjoying the feel of real warmth after a long time in the wilderness. Silas followed after a woman who had seemed to be upset, but he have rather minded his own business until his business was through. Although she had been extraordinarily pretty...
Name: Silas Coutts

Appearance: Silas stands at an even six feet and looks slimmer than he actually is, with a wiry build. He rarely shaves, but trims so as to keep his facial hair to a reasonable stubble. His face pegs him at the early to mid 20's, but his eyes are solemn and sometimes makes him appear a bit older. Particularly strange are the golden hue of his irises and his pointed ears. His hair is a natural black and grey and is reminiscent of a wolf's coloring. He traditionally wears a pair of billowy dark grey trousers that feel softer than cashmere, a bronze belt of links that cinch together with black leather, a black sleeveless shirt with a minor v-neck and a matching vest, inlaid with bronze threading. From either hip hangs a slender scimitar, seemingly sister blades as the craftsmanship is of the same hand. Silas carries a bow as tall as he, usually unstrung so that it can be used as a walking staff, with a quiver of long arrows strung across his back.

Personality: He is soft-spoken and rarely initiates a conversation. He prefers the quiet and his privacy, but has been known to frequent pubs to drink alone until the late hours of the night. He settles for nothing and is fairly stubborn. Silas is respectful most times, unless he feels a person has ill intentions or is being intentionally deceptive.

UPDATE: DECEASED.
@Drakeonis @Zerofighter

"David, get Alexi out of the way until she comes to." Krystoff patted Alexi's hair back, worry tightening his chest. He told himself that she'd be fine. "On your six, Damian!" he said, coming up behind his brother, covering the flanks that his brother's sword and fire couldn't reach. Krystoff was left with one magazine and soon that was empty too. He drew his own blade, stabbing a ghoul that was playing possum before it could tear through Damian's heel. He twisted the blade for good measure and some satisfaction. He could his blood and heartbeat like a battle hymn and dove into the fray with Damian. A few ghouls made past his blade, but only shallow grazes and cuts. Nothing would take away his family, not again. His sword shone with a dark light, the sockets on his hilt glowing a deep purple to match his need for vengeance. The blade started to swing faster, shearing through bodies like butter as it fed Krystoff's battle lust and prowess. "Damian, I'm worried about Jack, he hasn't reported in yet!" he roared as he slashed through the skull of a ghoul and was back to back.
"Mother-! David, cover Alexi!" Before the ghoul could go for a lethal blow, Krystoff took off its head with a bullet between the eyes. With no time, he left his rifle on the top of the container and leaped to the ground, snatching his sword from his custom rack on the motorcycle. Why did they have to always engage so close?! He patted his rucksack that banged against his side, nearly driving the breath out of him. The grenades were there, but he had to get Alexi out of there first. The explosion could still cause injury to a human.

Even as he came abreast of the docks, the rancid beasts were pouring out like a swarm of fire ants protecting the colony. Krystoff brought his MP5 and started firing tight bursts, trying to thin out the oncoming horde. "We need suppressing fire on that door five minutes ago! Where is everyone?!" He went down to a crouch, becoming a smaller target so the ghouls might overlook him. They were dropping by the handful because of the special ammo, but it was a matter of numbers now, not firepower. What he wouldn't give for a machine gun with a VERY large belt of ammo!
Krystoff flipped down the stand, setting his bike a little ways from the main encounter. The last one had been wrecked by monsters and he didn't want his new baby to suffer the same indignity. He took off his helmet and put on his headset, pinging Jack again. "You better be okay dammnit! We're a little too busy to be getting your ass out of the fire." He slung his MP5 across his back and put together his rifle.

He looked around at the various warehouses and metal containers making the docks into a maze. He hoped the others would find the place as easily as Alexi and David. He climbed to the top of one, getting a good vantage point and deployed his bipod. Krystoff got to work quickly, taking out approaching ghouls to give his siblings breathing room. It was too risky to fire so close to Alexi, she liked to utilize too many acrobatics. The night rang out with each shot, the sound and beat of the rifle firing becoming a dim sensation in the back of Krystoff's mind.

Touching a hand to his headset again he talked to the siblings engaged. "Damian, David, Alexi. How are you guys holding up down there?"
@xXSINXx@Zerofighter@Drakeonis
@MonsieurShade I knew that.. lol I'm sorry, I've got the window set to the side so I can watch a movie, too. I'll edit it for accuracy. ^^ Thanks for the heads up
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