Tony was confused as he looked from Hank to Mithias. Running over to the elder vampire, he asked, "Wait wait wait, You know Hank? Yet... Are you both vampires? And... Has something like this happened before? Like... I mean, There's rumors through out history but... There is for a lot of things..."
Mithias started the bike's engine, but didn't take off. He leaned back for a moment to answer Tony's question, bringing his hands up to his face. Carefully, delicately, he removed the brown contact lenses from his eyes and let Tony see the unreal orbs beneath. Mithias blinked, then answered flatly, "Yes, we are vampires. I made Hank my child ten years ago. It didn't change him much. 'Things' like this have happened before, but never on this scale. Stay close to Hank if you want a good chance to live. May we meet again, Tony." Mithias rode off, winding between vehicles and running, screaming people.
Blood might notice a crashed and burning airship in the middle of the city green, along with some young dude non-nonchalantly smoking a cigarette in the midst of chaos. he appeared to be talking with... a little girl?
Vlad's minions were all now either dead or run off. The sniper had also been dealt with. Florida was out of ammo and the Bloodhound had a wounded leg. Katya would have just received Baxters text message asking her to go out on a date, and Texas was neatly bound in the transport. Suddenly, Allison, Katya, and Florida could hear a shriek and an explosion just down the ally from their location. A huge arc of flame shot up out of the ally and high into the sky, radiating the small group with it's orange light and heat, even though they were plenty out of its range. It was the Purge, and more than that, it was a horde of ghouls in front of them, heading right for the group of Freelancers.
The horde of fleeing bloodthirsty monsters took this band of humans for a quick meal and lunged at them. There were too many for a guy with a knife and two women with swords to possibly fight off without making a single mistake, but thankfully the narrow alleyway slowed their advance. Still, they poured forth from the darkness, an orange halo in the background behind them as Purge pursued relentlessly from behind.
As the first pair of glowing red eyes lept for Katya, a blade flashed and a sickening squelch and splatter were heard. Some random ninja dude in a hoodie and jacket had just appeared out of nowhere and sliced it in half. His face could not be seen with the hood up, but he was undoubtedly skilled with those cheap looking Asian swords. "Come with me!" He said loudly, and motioned toward another alley. Was he to be trusted? Who the hell was this guy?
Mithias started the bike's engine, but didn't take off. He leaned back for a moment to answer Tony's question, bringing his hands up to his face. Carefully, delicately, he removed the brown contact lenses from his eyes and let Tony see the unreal orbs beneath. Mithias blinked, then answered flatly, "Yes, we are vampires. I made Hank my child ten years ago. It didn't change him much. 'Things' like this have happened before, but never on this scale. Stay close to Hank if you want a good chance to live. May we meet again, Tony." Mithias rode off, winding between vehicles and running, screaming people.
Blood might notice a crashed and burning airship in the middle of the city green, along with some young dude non-nonchalantly smoking a cigarette in the midst of chaos. he appeared to be talking with... a little girl?
Vlad's minions were all now either dead or run off. The sniper had also been dealt with. Florida was out of ammo and the Bloodhound had a wounded leg. Katya would have just received Baxters text message asking her to go out on a date, and Texas was neatly bound in the transport. Suddenly, Allison, Katya, and Florida could hear a shriek and an explosion just down the ally from their location. A huge arc of flame shot up out of the ally and high into the sky, radiating the small group with it's orange light and heat, even though they were plenty out of its range. It was the Purge, and more than that, it was a horde of ghouls in front of them, heading right for the group of Freelancers.
The horde of fleeing bloodthirsty monsters took this band of humans for a quick meal and lunged at them. There were too many for a guy with a knife and two women with swords to possibly fight off without making a single mistake, but thankfully the narrow alleyway slowed their advance. Still, they poured forth from the darkness, an orange halo in the background behind them as Purge pursued relentlessly from behind.
As the first pair of glowing red eyes lept for Katya, a blade flashed and a sickening squelch and splatter were heard. Some random ninja dude in a hoodie and jacket had just appeared out of nowhere and sliced it in half. His face could not be seen with the hood up, but he was undoubtedly skilled with those cheap looking Asian swords. "Come with me!" He said loudly, and motioned toward another alley. Was he to be trusted? Who the hell was this guy?
