Paarthurnax
Somewhat Grumpy Dragon
- One on One
- Group
- Off-site
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[div class=picbox][div class=locbox]Location: Shell Gas Station, Newark, NJ
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The old Luiza would have never sat back and watched as the people around her fought a monster. She would have jumped right in with a wicked grin on her face, yelling obscenities at the damn thing.
Ugly bastard! Hunter Luiza screeched in delight, bloodlust leeching into her voice. Wincing as she watched Luci nearly get swatted by the creature, Luiza decided she needed more than her little knives to help attack this thing. Shoving one back into its sheath in her boot, she stepped back from Luci and Rhys for but a moment, fumbling through her backpack to find her most prized weapon. Though at the moment it was but a hilt, she pulled it from her bag, giving it a flip as it emerged and the blade sprung from its once hidden position folded neatly into the hilt.

The blade cleanly sliced through a vampires neck as Luiza ducked and dodged, weaving her way through enemies as she flipped the blade open and back closed to allow her room to maneuver. A malicious grin was spread across her face as she decapitated another, its gurgling screams giving her a twist of sick pleasure in her gut. Five down, the few remaining started to back away as Luiza’s dark eyes shot hungry looks at them, rivulets of blood collecting where each piece of the blade sit neatly against each other then running down to the tip. With hurried glances at each other, the vampires retreated, their will to live stronger than the desire to continue to combat the hunter. They’d need a larger group than that to kill her. As they left, Luiza knelt, procuring a heavy cloth that she then used to wipe the blood from her sword, carefully cleaning it in all its crevasses before folding it back up and sliding it through a loop in her belt.
She wasn’t satisfied, of course. The hatred she felt burned bright still, and she wished without a doubt that they had stayed. For a moment, the thought of chasing them crossed her mind. Shaking her head to herself, she stood and turned away, ready to return home.
As Luiza woke from her brief stasis, she realized the omnibus was near incapacitated, Rhys having done something to it that left a gaping hole in its chest, head now bowed as it silently screamed. Tendrils wrapped around the creature’s limbs, holding him in a useless, vulnerable position. With a start, Luiza realized they meant for her to kill it. Rhys looked expectantly at her, and then she looked to Luci, who fiercely demanded she kill it. With more confidence than she’d had in quite some time, the prophet grinned, dashing towards the thing with inhuman speed, driving her sword straight through its chest, where it pierced its heart, blade driven so hard it exited through the creature's back. The omnibus howled, and Luiza twisted her sword, tearing open the damned thing's heart as she drove the knife in her left hand into its neck, where a human might have a spine. Unsure if this was the right move, she stepped back, withdrawing her blades, hoping for the best but having little faith in what she’d done.
You show some hope yet. Her inner voice mused. Sad you don’t use what was gifted to you.
The mark, it spoke of. A blessing and a curse now that she was a prophet. Oblivious to the dying monsters around them, she looked at her hand, where the familiar symbol still was. It surprised her every time she looked that it was still there. Looking back at Rhys and Luci her smile faded. Man she hoped that thing was dead.
“Lets get the fuck out of here.”
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