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HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Eclipse keeps himself between the undead being and the god emperor. He deflects a large flying hunk of metal with some difficulty using his shield. "He's tearing apart the ship!"The half-angel then watches perplexedly as someone else appears and stabs Darkside. The undead being must have hateful enemies indeed if they were to chose killing him over attempting to stop Matthew.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

His enemy was exceptionally swift to be able to riposte with a headbutt. Unexpected, but not very damaging. Eclipse ignores the verbal threat and sends several waves of holy energy at the being, cast from the slashes of his weapon. "And I will kill you if I have to."

[High-Casual]Bitten: The Rivalry.

I hope I've invited some commotion.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Eclipse reaches a hand forward quickly, adding more energy to support the shield against Darkside's punch. "You two should get to safty while you can. I'll keep this one busy." Darkside is knocked back, repelled by the shield. Eclipse however passes right through it as he attacks with glowing sword. "Prepare yourself!" He warns.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Darkside smacks his face against an impenetrable forcefield; Eclipse has a bubble around them all. "What do you want, undead monster?"

[High-Casual]Bitten: The Rivalry.

Not far from all of this, that very same night, a rogue vampire was sitting among the living, gathering information. The problem with being a vampire who hunted vampires was finding them. It wasn't as easy as tracking game, which for the average human was difficult to say the least, because vampires, and other such supernatural anomalies, didn't leave much for scent or tracks or even make much sound where they went. They all however, did keep involved with their hosts, humans. Mithias was almost terrible at blending in. The best he had yet to come up with was to mimic an old man. Most people didn't want to look at an old or perhaps diseased face, and they could forgive his pale skin for sickness. He could disguise himself with heavy robes and had learned to walk very, so very slowly. all of his movements had to be comfortable to the human eye, predictable, so as not to cause alarm. Occasionally, his efforts paid with a lead to some sadistic and arrogant immortal that he was capable of slaying. More often than not, it would at least lead to a quick drink of the staple, mortal vitae. But oh, how much more satisfying it was to drink from his own wretched kind. There was power in that blood too, and Mithias would admit to the development of a small addiction. Perhaps there was some natural or divine approval of his efforts.

Mithias pretended to take his time with a small slice of food and drink in the back of the tavern. His heart rate jumped slightly when two hunters came in. It wasn't how they looked that gave them away, but their talk. Of course they were unusually fit compared to the typical crowd. That was just supportive evidence. The moment they stopped talking, Mithias noticed. Yes... he caught them quickly looking away from him. A tirade of curses shot through the vampire's mind, as he knew his guise was foiled. Immediately, he got up, ever so slowly faking his way toward the exit like an unfortunate leper. He deliberately did not expose the flesh of his fingers as he pretended to push on a chair for support. Quickly... if he left, they might not decide to give chase. He heard the distinct slide of a chair against the wood floor as one of them got up behind him.

Coughing loudly, the way cleared in front of him quickly, and Mithias left the building. Now began the wild goose chase down the street. Surely they had something better to do tonight...

[High-Casual]Bitten: The Rivalry.

Where is Jarleth?

Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

Mithias looked upon the bloody mess that was his brother's corporeal form. It contained his heart, and for all intents and purposes *was* him. He'd have a lot of healing to go yet, but it was a start. The faintest flicker of a smile came to Mithias' face. "Thank you, Martin. I wish that there were more time to convey my feelings toward your decision, but there are extremely pressing matters at hand." He tilted his head. "Air strike?" Mithias brought up a small computer, control pad that was strapped to his arm. He checked both the Terebithia and Nightingale as sources. "Terebithia is armed and ready for war, but she has no reason to fire here, nor is she within range of us... I believe. Nightingale's radar finds only clear skies..." He entered the command to return the fighter jet to them. "I highly doubt Stein had any kind of death-weapon launched into orbit in the last two decades, yet, if you say this place is going to be bombed, then we must leave while we still have time.' He lowered his arm and looked off toward where Rhyss and Onikage would be. "When the jet arrives, Martin, get in. I will join you promptly, and we'll leave thousands of miles behind us." Mithias looked strained between several tough decisions. "I can't wait. I am going to help Rhyss." And he was gone.

For whatever reason, Rhyss' summoned backup and equipment were not coming. Instead he could see in the distance the flash of a blade against a swiftly approaching back shadow.

Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

To be honest, not to metagame, but I am pretty certain there is not going to be an air strike from terebithia in this area.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Eclipse gives a stern expression, as if he didn't entirely like what he was doing. "If you want to lay a hand on god-emperor Matthew, you will have to get by me first."