Mumbai airport(Serin vs. Rodrick)

Mumbai airport, big crowd for one reason or another. overcast
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A slightly dishevelled looking figure moved among the tightly knit crowd, shoving any who got close. A few cried out in protest but were greeted were an oddly unexpected animalistic growl from Serin's lips. When none challenged he continued on, some ran for nearby guards as Serin continued on his way. A woman had been seen in this airport not too long ago that matched a description for his bitch of a mother. He didn't care much for what other people thought, if he found that cow he'd...a tap on his shoulder interrupting his thoughts. Serin turned toward the tap to be met with a 6 foot guy who looked like he could break an average man clean in two. Fortunately that would be an average man, not Serin on a drunken rampage. Not taking the time to found out what he wanted, Serin mimiced the motion on the guy. Serin was already walking away by the time the nerve taps took effect, the guard bent over howling in pain with his left arm dangling uselessly by his side.
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OOC-meh should be enough to start

Weaving through the crowd while flexing his fingers Rodrik saw what appeared to be a man use some sort of nerve attack to disable a man’s arm, then getting chased by guards, it seemed that this was the man he’d been told to target. His style was distinct, he definitely wasn’t normal at any rate. Lanius, we must kill the Protestant he thought, then the reply came from the back of his mind Disciple of Christ, make him drown in his own blood the next part they spoke together “Burn the Heretic, kill the Xeno, Destroy the Unclean” he attracted stares from people as he ran through the crowd. As Lanius thought for control his mouth opened and he bared teeth, he brought forward to ballistic knives. This man wasn’t going to escape divine Judgement, at least not while Rodrik drew breath. He slowly moved to catch up with the man he was after, and then his arm came forwards. With a smile on his face he fired it, these were more powerful than most. Designed to be used on Vampires and made by the Vatican they packed a lot of kinetic energy. The knife blade rushed forwards through the air at high speeds, what made it better was that it was completely silent and that Rodrik accounted for sudden movement when aiming.

Serin made some weird sort of noise, right before a fist got planted in the side of his face. Feigning injury, he fell back a few metres but never lost control over his muscles as they tensed and sprang up again. There were atleast three of them, each of them with a stun gun or batons. With curiosity rising, he noted one favoured a loaded gun and another a ballistic knife. Serin cocked his head to the side in amusement, the mumbai airport was such an odd place. He took a moment to observe the one that had hit him, the guy rubbing his knuckles as if he'd hit something a little too hard for the soft flesh of his fist. It took all of a few seconds before the guard rushed him again and went for a gut punch. Serin calmly walked past him and with that the guy dropped to the ground unblinking but very much alive. For the untrained eye they would have seen Serin merely push at the man, but that was a minority in this crowd. Which to speak of had started to make a circle in an attempt to get away from the trouble brewing.

'Predictable...uneventful...new, I need something new!' Serin scrunched up his face in frustration, he was getting distracted too easily. The thing that brought him back was the ballistic knife that sunk into his shoulder, immense pain bloomed in his right shoulder and the blood flowed freely through his fingers. Only for a few seconds did it do this though, as the blood slowed to a trickle. His lab coat thoroughly ruined, that put Serin in a right foul mood. First his mother now...this, his day was going very well. Though an added bonus to the display of blood was that now they had seen it, the guards didn't want anything to do with this. They hightailed it the other way and mayhem broke loose as panic spread through the crowd. Serin's eyes finally landed back onto the guy with the ballistic knife, not a guard he confirmed...no this guy menat business. "Well...that wasn't very nice was it?" he ripped the blade out of his shoulder and let it drop to the ground, barely hearing the sound of it hitting the ground through the pounding of the crowd. 'Make a move...' Serin's eyes never left his opponent's.

KILL HIM NOW, DON’T LET HIM GET AWAY, PURGE, KILL, MAIM Lanius was screaming and white hot needles of his influence began to take over, they were one being now, “Rodrik, Rodrik cannot let you live heathen” Lanius said using Rodrik as a mouthpiece. The priest held his position but they chose to draw the Desert Eagle, a pistol that held 7 .50 rounds was always useful. He slowly advances on his opponent trying to circle him, the guards had backed off, it seemed they wanted to let the two weird people kill each other. His mind played out the possibilities and examined his opponent; he didn’t want to get too close as he had the ability to manipulate nerves. His left hand came up and fired at the man’s left side while the desert Eagle in his right fired three shots, one at the man directly and two at his right side. He was hoping to pin him in position or force him to take hits, hopefully he could make his arms useless. As soon as the ballistic knife was fired he got another one into his hand from up his sleeve.

"The sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light; the stars will fall from the sky, and the heavenly bodies will be shaken. . . . They will see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of the sky, with power and great glory. . . . I tell you the truth, this generation will certainly not pass away until all these things have happened."

Serin stifled a sigh as his opponent started a slow walk toward him, he seemed to be doing exactly what Serin was doing. Waiting for a moment, with what little he could see through the coat, Serin had to read his actions very carefully, now that a gun was in play everything grew more interesting...exciting. Either seeing something or by trying to get a reaction out of it, Serin shifted his weight onto his left foot and flicked his right wrist backward. He only had a moment to get comfortable before the knife and gun went up. Serin, not needing to pivot through earlier movement was already about two metres away from his original position. Bullets tore into civilians and the knife disappeared into the crowd.

"You do know its raining right?" a smile played at the edges of Serin's mouth as he tapped away his pain. "Doth mother know you killeth these poor...poor people?" It became evident with how thick he was laying it down that he was mocking him. 'Heathen?...one of those wird types then', Serin idly let that thought go as he went back to watching actions and reactions to everything. He wouldn't do anything just yet...best just to play it out and see how things went.

“THEY’RE ALL BLASPHEMOUS, THEY HAVE WALKED AWAY FROM THE ONE TRUE GOD, I AM A TOOL TO SEND THEM ALL TO HELL, in otherwords, it doesn't matter if they die” Rodrik bellowed, the scarring on his face seemed to be shifting as his eyes took on a meaner look. He slipped the hilt back onto his belt, the Priests eyes allowed him to see how this man moved. No force was wasted, it was all done smoothly. Rodrik could see how force was transferred, the man didn’t waste any. Rodrik moved forwards to make sure he lost no ground; his movements were slow and due to his coat gave little about him away. It was a battle of wills; his left hand went for his desert Eagle. He kept on his toes, ready to move at any given moment. Be careful Rodrik, civilians have died Lanius piped up, Rodrik replied Heathens aren’t real people Lanius, merely tests and objects to act as tests for the righteous the smell of blood was focusing him. The two personalities had synced, their deaths merely help make up for our past sin Rodrik added. “What’s your name? You’re a worthy challenge,” the Catholic said. This time he fired two shots from each gun, two at the man’s left ankle and two at the knee cap. He rounded it off by bringing the gun in his left hand around to fire at the man’s right kneecap, he was trying to keep him on his toes.

Serin chuckled to himself, resisting the urge to roll around on the floor laughing. This was all just...unprecedented to Serin, finding it amusing was just not that hard. Civilians dead, a priest trying to explain his actions by yelling and now asking him what his name was. Serin let a giggle escape his lips as the priest moved closer. His eyes didn't fail to notice that now there was another gun in play, there was limit to how much you could find things amusing before it got annoying. Serin started the subtle process of getting the lab coat as close to being off without actually having it off. He waited until a couple of moment before his fingers would tense against the triggers to slip the entire thing off. He only had a few seconds to do this...
Serin threw the lab coat in the priest's general direction just as the bullets went off, holes tore into the coat even as Serin rushed around it.
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OOC-rp vibe got killed halfway through should be about 1 metre or two metres away now, up to you

Rodrik moved to his right just as the man threw his cot aside. The Catholic’s eyes had opened wide as they began to take in movement; this was all he needed to turn his ability on fully. His opponent moved with Rodrik to the right, Lanius’s laughter seemed to echo from the back of Rodrik’s mind. Rodrik simply stopped, he waited for his opponent to see what he would do, his mind went through all the possibilities, and it also made a list of what to look out for. The lab coat trick didn’t work for him, so that left another few options for the man he was fighting. He’d worked out most of the viable options in less than a second, in this lull he could hopefully figure out how the next minute or two of the fight could go. The longer his opponent waited all the better for the Priest, he grinned.
“You seem to find me amusing, come then you heathen fuckbucket” he was hopefully making his opponent nervous, if he thought that Rodrik was trying to goad him he’d be more likely to stop and wait. That’s what Rodrik had realized about him, he was careful and observant. Emotions didn’t get in the way, that could make him open to some delicate manipulation

Serin had anticipated wrong, hoping that just like every other human he'd done it to, that they would stay put and hold their ground. This one had a little more intelligence, lacking the capacity to be fooled by petty little tricks like that. Emerald eyes devoid of a certain light, watched the man's actions as he danced away, shifting constantly for any purchase on the man's gait or mistake that he had made. Bare chested, Serin let his scars show not attempting any form of covering it up. Serin just stood there watching, waiting. The insult that was casually thrown his way was taken in stride. A couple of seconds ago, Serin would have taken a certain amount of amusement to that carelessly thrown jibe.

Now, Serin kept his mouth in a firm line betraying nothing, the only movement between the two...their eyes, constantly shifting to accomodate for any lack of action. A silent war raged between the two figures surrounded by mayhem as guards ran to radios and tried to calm the stampeding populace. Even through everyone running carelessly, not caring who they stood one, the crowd even with its panic knew to avoid these two figures out of hell come to ruin their day. Serin scrunched his right hand up into a fist, hopefully thishad the intended effect. Serin let his index finger bone elongate and tear out of the point of his finger, the squelch of flesh parting and the blood that trickled through his fingers should be enough to put him off guard...even for a second. "I'd appreciate your lack of carelessly thrown insults, they fall all ears that don't care much for them. That said, you should leave now...while I still have mercy to give." Serin's mouth moved with tended precision and predictability, taking care to speak slowly and watch how he reacted to each word. Ready to pounce on any mistake he made.

Rodrik stood his ground as his opponent spoke; the Priest copied him as he did it. He spoke at the same time, copying the facial muscle movements of his opponent. “I'd appreciate your lack of carelessly thrown insults, they fall all ears that don't care much for them. That said, you should leave now...while I still have mercy to give." Rodrik smiled as he copied what his opponent was saying, Rodrik emptied his last five shots at his opponents right knee cap. Putting away the pistols for the time being he stood ready, he drew two more ballistic knives. He hid the triggers on them as he brought them out, and hoped that his opponent didn’t realise what they were. The Priest’s plans were working at the moment though; he was keeping his opponent from engaging him. If the man thought that the insults were a transparent attempt to force him to engage; then that’s what he wouldn’t do. Lanius whispered in his ear he thinks himself too smart to be tricked like this, if he engages then as far as he’s concerned he’s let you beat him. Rodrik stood his ground, ready to copy his opponent’s movements. Every second his opponent wasted another second of the fight had been worked out in Rodrik’s mind. But then he heard a sound, it was the sound of blood trickling and of flesh parting. Rodrik wasn't sure what it was, but it took more than that to surprise a man that killed Vampires for a living.

Not taking the hint, the 'priest-looking guy' proceeded to mock Serin, or at least that was the way the cold shifting green eyes percieved it. A certain shiver went over Serin's body, anyone from the crowd if they cared much in the least about what this crazed madman had been doing would have seen it as a shiver from the cold. Though it was more a mixture of the throaty laughter and Serin getting ready. He could sense his opponent about to slip unless he kept this up. He took a liking to this man's attitude, it was either over confidence or sheer stupidity that he could still stand there. Serin's theory turned true as he aimed down at his legs again and shot five shots off without waiting for a reaction to the first shot.

"Such a narrow mind...I can't believe that I could have seperated you from the rest of the people that stand up to me...stupid...inability to think things through...just plain old..." Serin stated as his frame seemed to shimmer to the right a couple of inches. Just as planned, the five bullets tore through the air where Serin's leg had been, smashing harmlessly into the marble floor of the airport. He began a slow walk in the priest's direction still grinning from ear to ear. As the adversary pulled out the knives, Serin kept the walk going ready to move at the slightest indication of the knives getting shot in his direction. It wasn't hard to notice the shift in his neck area, where a nerve triggered a chain reaction along the length of his body, that his opponent was trying to hide something. He did a poor job but his facial expression showed a determined look as if he didn't know Serin had already categorized the priest and knew what weapons he had and where they were on his body.