VWAT MISSION - The Fredrichson House - Connecticut

Description: A massive two story home located in rural Connecticut, this place is home to the well-respected (and recently retired) Dr. Fredrichson, a former university professor specializing in the study of ancient religious history.  It sits alone fought five miles from the nearest well-populated city, connected with dirt roads and a private paved drive.  Well furnished with artifacts and reproductions from various cultures from around the world, the building is essentially a miniature museum into the history of pagan religious history.  

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The trip from London had been uneventful after parting ways with those other two vampires.  Doing some research into the field, Almos had come across Dr. Fredrichson's name among the leaders in the research into religious orders of the past.  Following the advice he had received from the gunslinger in London, Lorand had chosen to investigate the extent of his man's knowledge personally.  Doing so would allow him to gather as much knowledge as possible before invoking his rituals to uncover the final resting place of the items he sought so desperately.  Besides, after his run in with Hellsing, it couldn't hurt to get out of England for a while.  

Much to his displeasure however, his efforts may have been in vain.  Finding the manor was a simple task, simply asking anyone at the good Doctor's former school gave him the city easily enough and from there word of mouth gave him the address he needed under the guise of a former student eager to share memories of the good old days.  A true student of his craft, the Doctor had lived alone with little permanent company save a housekeeper and several pet dogs.  Arriving at the front door, he'd wasted no time in disemboweling the housekeeper on sight and cleaning up the dogs that investigated the racket soon after.  At the very least he'd been humane to the animals.  Either way, all dogs did go to heaven or so they say.  

Hobbled by a cane, Fredrichson himself had attempted to lock himself within his study.  Sensing no other presence in the house, Almos followed him up the stairs at his leisure, examining the various suits of armor on display at his leisure.  The dark hickory door was locked of course but that was nothing that a slight exertion of supernatural strength couldn't fix.  The study, illuminated by a single desk lamp, contained walls of antique books as well as a large desk where the old teacher sat, phone in hand.  Trembling a bit, the old man spoke into the receiver at a brisk pace.  "God damn you Simon!  It's Steeler!  Steeler!  I consulted for them back in the day for God's sake!  Now send help!" the man implored as Lorand slowly entered the room.  

The cursed chain Enkidu sprang from the former monk's wrist to knock the phone from the Doctor's hand, shattering it and quite possibly the old man's hand as well.  "Calm yourself professor.  All I want is information on your research.  I want you to tell me what you've uncovered regarding relics of pagan legend.  How much truth is there to them?" the vampire asked, drawing ever closer.  Fredrichson swallowed hard and rolled back in his chair to try and keep his distance only to his a wall.  "T-the relics with the best documentation and historical evidence are all Christian.  The pagan legends are just that, legends!  There's almost no way to determine how much of the stories are true and how much is simply bupkis!"

Almos shook his head in a disappointed manner.  "That's not what I want to hear professor.  We both know that their are other forces present in our world that don't get along with the Christian God.  There are those like me running around after all," the Hungarian set his hands on the desk and smiled warmly.  "I'll make it simple, of the artifacts recovered so far, which can be verified as possessing power?" 

The doctor stole a quick glance out the window of his office, praying to whatever god was listening that the police would arrive in time to get him out of this mess until better equipped help could be mobilized.  Until then he would just need to cooperate and buy time.  "The only...the only verified relics I know of are alchemy techniques within the Ripley Scrolls and even then unless it's an original copy they're next to useless.  I'm telling you God's truth, the fact is that we can't bloody find the original copies of the relics and even if we know where they SHOULD be we can't get to them!" by this point the teacher was nearing hysterics, his back pressed against the wall as Almos circled the desk and approached him, a deep frown appearing on his pale features.  

Lips drawn back in a snare to reveal his pronounced fangs, Almos grabbed the old man by the collar and hauled him into the air.  "You mean to tell me that you people are so damn incompetent that you haven't even managed to recover the damn things!?"  the vampire roared, tired of constantly receiving the same useless answers that led nowhere.  The professor began another stuttering answer, trying to explain that he could only speak for museums but the former monk had had his fill of listening to pointless blather for the night.  Taking hold of the old man's head, a swift 180 degree twist snapped his neck and sent him flopping limply to the floor. The old man had at least eliminated the red herrings.  That was something beneficial.  Turning to his left, Almos examined his extensive book shelf standing at nearly eight feet tall and just as wide.  The professor had said that even when the location of the relics was known, they were unreachable to people for some reason.  That pearl of wisdom demanded further study.  There was a literal cornucopia of information on the history of pagan legends standing before him.  He would be a fool to not take a moment and explore what the late doctor had to offer.

Roy as quietly and indiscreetly as he could approached the front door. His rifle loaded with blessed hollow point ammunition. He looked over to his partner Mary or some such name. He knew that she had nicknamed herself the advocate however.

Normally Roy would be nervous and edgy around his partner. But now was not the time to be nervous, as that would result in a swift perhaps but certainly painful death. So for now he would have faith in her.

Roy entered the home through the open door and tip toed his way across the gore that was littered on the floor avoiding actual body parts and internal organs as much as he could. He was no stranger to gore he had killed before but he might still be considered in that phase of transition into the supernatural world were nightmares did more than come alive just to scare you.

He did not know where this vampire had gone to after he killed the cleaning lady and the dogs or at least not for a moment. Quietly he approached the stairs and looked at the first couple steps. There was blood on them and even some on the higher up steps. This blood Roy thought to himself looked a little to far away from the body to have been fro the original slaughter. Roy suspected the creature had killed her and then went up the stairs to go find the professor.

Roy looked at Advocate and swung his head towards the stairs and raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner. He hoped she understood that he was asking her if she wanted to go first..

The Advocate understood, almost scowling- though it simply proved the point she had made in her mind. If he was shaken up from the previous encounter he should stay behind, provide covering fire and keep his head down.
The stairs were the only way down, unless the guy would jump out of the window or something, so she cared little that her heavy, augmented legs made noises on the stairway she was going up on.
In her mind there was only one thought- shoot him on sight, or play around with him first?
Without even knowing who it might`ve been she already decided he was unworthy of being shot on sight. not when he made such a delicious mess. She could sympathize- the way the gore was splattered around it was almost art, violence as a means to create something poetically beautiful.
Of course Roy, or for that matter all the other humans failed to see it. In a way, they were more blind than her, who had fake eyes.

At the end of her way was a ungarian man, reading a book with blood on his clothes- the scent was overwhelming, a simple shrug followed from her as an untold sign for Roy this was it.
He was just standing there like it was nobody´s buisness... reading in that ancient tome he had picked up, a corpse with broken neck next to him- that was a definite break in style, she decided. he should`ve been decorated across the room like the rest.
And for that he deserved to be shot- but for now, she pulled out her Bone Collector and fired at the book he was holding, a Black Talon round making its way to the hand that was holding it.

"g' evening, Gentlemen...." She bowed to bove Almos and the corpse on the ground. "We`re terribly sorry, but it is forbidden to touch the books. If you would, please die slowly."
With that she aimed her second shot at his legs, mainly to stirr him up- the hammer was pulled back and snapped forward, blowing out a second Black Talon.

OOC: Well since you two were kind enough to announce your presence so loudly, that changes things a bit. Now then, let the games begin~

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The century old vampire gradually made his way through the deceased professor's book case, tossing useless works onto the floor without a second thought. The old man had called for help prior to his death so it was only a matter of time before assistance arrived. No matter though, depending on the size of his rescue party Almos would flee into the countryside or simply have himself another feast. The world's preeminant hunting organizations were in Europe and in this empty rural manor it would be difficult to approach the estate unnoticed.

Time slowly passed as Almos had scanned most of the book case, finally slipping a single tome into the large breast pocket of his overcoat. Vampiric senses, tuned to the utter silence of the empty house and rural fields, suddenly detected the feint sound of engines and tires bouncing along dirt roads. Making his way to the window, his enhanced vision bolstered by the third eye was able to detect the automobile in the dark of the night stop some ways off and let out two occupants who continued the approach on foot. One of them seemed rather cautious in his approach, the other...not so much. Doing a double take, Almos had to confirm that the loud one did indeed have horns. Strange friends you have professor, he mused silently to the cold body on the floor.

Wiping his hands off on the professor's shirt, Amos' clothes had thankfully stopped dripping blood by this point. Leaving any more blood trails would be counterproductive at this point so it was a blessing that such bread crumbs would not be provided to his hunters. Smiling softly, he snatched up a letter opener the size of a small knife and made his way to the doorway to the study. The ceiling was high in relation to the doorway leaving a fair bit of wall between the top edge of the door frame and the ceiling itself. With a leisurely hop, Almos leapt up and braced himself in just that space. With his free left hand pressed against the ceiling and his feet against the wall above the door frame, he would not be visible to anyone entering the office through the doorway.

As those heavy metallic foot steps proceeded up the steps, Lorand prepared himself for rapid movement. It was in his best interest to take at least one of them out immediately. Once that was done it would be childs play to deal with the second. The moment that this metal creature entered the office below Almos, the Hungarian would release the hold his feet had braced on the wall and kick downward at the crown of the horned woman's skull (avoiding the pointy decorations of course) with his dominant right leg. Pushing off the ceiling with his left hand as he struck, his blow aimed at one of the weakest point of the skull would carry the full power of his vampiric body. All of it focused on his unawares opponent, such a strike had enough power to cave in the skull or at the very least fracture it terribly. Whether it induced instant death or severe disorientation, the fallen monk intended to capitalize it and would drive the letter opener (held in a reverse grip) into the back of his target's head like an ice pick to sever the brain stem and finish the first of his would be attackers. Lessons in subtlety were harsh ones.

Roy thought that perhaps things had been to quite for to long. When the opened the door he was worried about what kind of heat that this vampire would be packing. Roy being only alive because of his quick wits and attention to detail did what perhaps only a handful of other human beings did on this earth. Use common sense, Roy heard a creak of some sort. Perhaps just the slight rub of something against another thing.

Roy afraid for Advocates well being dove forward driving his shoulder into her back as hard as he could and entangling his bum leg around hers. He was thinking that the only way for them both to avoid damage from this monsters attacks was for both of them to hit the dirt. He hoped tat his lunge and tangle and over all surprise would be enough to help her.

This was however a horrible move for Roy. If he succeeded he would he left open the vampires attacks. If he failed and she didn't budge he might be the one to suffer through the attack. Roy's finger left the trigger for a moment to avoid shooting himself or his partner.

By the time the gun fired, her highly sensitive cameras she called eyes picked up her wrongdoing- instead of standing around nicely waiting to be shot, the guy lunged right at her, aiming to kick her head. Fine by her- her high speed reflexes made her duck down, her left hand preparing to grab the guy in midair and toss him into the next wall-
-but then Roy decided to be a moron, pushing her over, with his leg entangled with hers- didn´t he see the blades on those?
Well, she had to give him credit, it worked- the guy flew straight overhead. But she had no way of grabbing him like she intended to, which made her scowl.
"Dude, i`m made of metal and kevlar. You`re made of flesh. Stay the fuck behind me!" She bellowed, violently turning over to shield at least half of his body with hers, her right hand jerking up to fire three bullets at her attacker, who had just landed on the ground with a knife in hand.
Her combat software went completely crazy on this one- one bullet aimed for the knife, the other was aimed for his chest, the third was guided towards his thigh. Why that last one? Probably a lag in her system. The downside was, the thing was out of ammo after the third bullet left the chamber, meaning she`d have to get up and go close quarters on this guy.
"Roy, i`m not gonna say it twice- get off me and get into cover!"

OOC:  Seems to be a bit of confusion.  The kick was not coming forward towards Advocate after the shots were fired.  The approach of the VWATs was noticeable and because of that Almos would logically take action.  So when the two of you did arrive in the study he was no longer standing in the middle of the room, he was lying in wait above the door as I described and that alters the situation greatly.  Since proper action was not taken in Advocate's post to counter the attack as described I would normally call a kill...but Roy decided to be Soldier Jesus and save the day.  So considering the position he described for himself (and backed up in Advocate's post) that full power kick would be hitting somewhere between Roy's shoulder blades and mid back.  Long story short, I'm calling a kill on Roy.  If members of the forum Staff would be so kinds as to verify it I'll be eternally grateful and we can continue with the fight.  

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Just as planned, the horned woman entered seemingly without a care in the world.  Releasing his grip on the wall and ceiling, Almos thrust himself downward with all his power to end this immediately.  However, much to his surprise, the other attacker threw himself into harm's way to push his companion further into the room.  Though the horned woman was no longer a viable target for his kick, her savior sprawled out in the worst possible position.  With supernatural power and speed the vampire's foot would crash into the long haired man's back just between the shoulders.  The utter annhilation of the man's spine was a given, his chest cavity in all liklihood crushed under the supernatural force coming from above.  

Frustratingly, the metal girl's brain stem was no longer a viable target.  Using his own impressive reflexes as the cyborg wasted precious time with talking, Almos used his left hand to wrench the long haired man's paralyzed (and likely deceased) body up by the back of his shirt to use as a meat shield against the woman's bullets as the vampire himself remained in a crouch after landing.  Deciding to remove himself from this chaos, Almos jumped backward with his newly aquired human shield still between the woman and himself, sinking his fangs into the side of the long haired man's neck to rip out the corotid artery as his jump carried him over the railing of the stairs and down to the first floor below.


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By a Staff Vote, the kill is validated -Rufus ShinRa

Fucking hell, this guy was useless. Why the hell did he push her?! Its not like that was going to kill her!! Now she was on her own... not much change from before, was it. Oh well... time to do this.
From lying on the ground to leaping after him, Advocate followed a near fluid motion- her revolver went back into its holster, her huge sword drawn with the left hand and scraping across the floor... which caused her to spin alittle in mid flight, but she couldn`t care less, aiming the edge of the heavy, seven foot blade at the center mass of Roy- and the vampire behind him. It won`t kill him, sure, but she wanted to have some fun with this guy.
By the time her feet connected with the ground, the first floor, the edge of the blade- yes, the whole seven feet of it, angled slightly to fit into the stairway- came racing at him with the top speed of a compact car. Dodging such a huge obstacle, in a confined space with a human shield... Advocate`s face twisted into a grimace of extasy and anger, she let out a war cry.

"GRAHHHHHHH!!!!!"

This was it, she´d either hit the two of them with this lunge or she`d break right through the wall with this kind of force involved... which wasn´t bad either, seeing how he was obviously making a run for it. She didn`t know why, maybe it was remorse for Roy.... if such a thing even existed within her body, but she felt enraged by this guy. Maybe it was just because he´d been running around like a little girl.

As he leaped back over the staircase's hand rail, Almos had to admit a bit of surprise at how quickly the horned woman had recovered. The black armored demon wench came screaming after him almost immediately, her crimson eyes pools of boundless hate. She had finally brought that massive sword of hers to bare. In the tight hallway of the first floor he'd have no way to avoid injury and keep a hold on his handy new meat shield. Sacrifices had to be made. Shoving Roy's limp and lifeless corpse violently towards the sword wielder, Lorand attempted to create the window he needed to readjust the situation to fit his needs. That giant sword would hack through the body easily enough considering the woman's strength but with that dead weight now between the unburdened vampire and his attacker, Almos now had the time to evade. That sword was intimidating but clunky at that ridiculous size so the incoming swing was easy enough to read. Going backward was impossible with the wall at his back. Dodging to his left would be a mistake, no way to be sure the sword stroke wouldn't have the momentum and range to chase after him. It would need to be the right then.

Diving to his right immediately upon landing, the vampire barely evaded the blade's pass. His former meat shield was not so lucky, quickly being chopped in half in a shower of gore and blood. Though he'd escaped injury, the fallen monk still had a slight problem to deal with. Namely a very angry demon woman between himself and the front door. Escape through the front was impossible and so Almos retreated deeper into the manor, dashing down the hall away from the sword wielder and making the first available left. In seconds the vampire had reached a fresh environment to turn to his advantage; the kitchen. An exceptionally large kitchen, it had an attached dining room and a counter top island in the center. Dropping the letter opener, Almos made a beeline for a rack of large kitchen knives. Almos was no master knife thrower but with two handfuls of sharpened steel he was confident he could at least get the jump on his opponent. As soon as the demon bitch came into view, the former monk would release his stolen payload of metal with inhuman speed to remove those pools permanently.

Well, Roy was toast. Twice. His upper body was still sticking to her blade when it crashed into the wall, nearly catapulting Advocate out of the building.... instead of running further away though, the vampire changed course and ran deeper inside, seeking to hide somewhere. Fine. Then lets chase him down, shall we?
On the upper body of Roy were the magazines he had carried with him- four Glock mags and a few 417 ones, but she was only interested in the pistol mags. Because those were tightly packed and could be thrown in a bundle.
The rest she carelessly tossed away, she had a target to chase.. and that she did, stomping after him, her eyes tracking the low heat signature that Almos´s body gave off. His body was colder than the rest of the surroundings, making him somewhat easy to follow.
While on the way, she put her sword away for a moment, taking out her revolver to reload- afterall, that was integral to the idea she had.
And what fun that would be...!
As that was done, she wrapped a piece of Roy`s guts around the magazines to tie them together- she didn´t have more time as the heat signature came from the next room.
Well, time to make it count...!
Standing next to the doorway, she tossed the packet inside, then briefly stepped out into the open to shoot the magazine packet- the force of the impact igniting the caps, which then detonated the bullets in a chain reaction. The result was similar to a frag grenade going off- bullets and metal shrapnel being fired everywhere.
And Adovcate saw a whole shitload of knives coming her way. Fun.... the only thing she did was cover her face with a hand of hers, but not because of the knives, but because of the explosion she`d caused.

Inching a bit further back into the kitchen, Almos braced his back foot against the small drawers underneath the sink. In case he needed to move it would allow him something to push off of and gain that much more acceleration. Patiently, he awaited his prey's arrival. He nearly let his knives fly too soon as the gore covered mass of magazines was tossed into the center of the room, midway between him and the doorway. Unfortunately, he had little time to figure out what the purpose of it was before the Advocate stepped into the doorway. As she brought up her handgun, the knives were already being thrown, leaving Almos' hands just before the bullet was fired. As the vicious round left the weapon's barrel, the realization hit Almos like a truck. Now! he thought, urging himself into action as his prey shielded her eyes from the incoming blades and explosion.

Violently bursting off the opposite wall, Lorand rushed his opponent full force. His prey was only across the room, a paltry distance he could cross in less than a second. The only trouble was that the bullet struck the bundle of magazines at roughly the same time that he began his dash. Instinctively activating his Sphere of Desecration, Almos was protected from the wild flurry of blessed ammunition that erupted from the magazines. Smaller bits of shrapnel from the magazines themselves impacted his hip and thighs, undeterred by his pagan technique. However, such minor injuries did nothing to halt the Hungarian vampire without the aid of blessings. In addition to the random rounds that would have flown in her direction regardless of Almos' actions, his horned prey would now also be forced to contend with the rounds rebounded off of his shield in her general direction. Adding upon even this there were still the knives to consider. She had covered her face to shield her eyes from the blades and blast. It was an understandable tactic but that large claw of hers couldn't cover much other than her face. With her eyes covered, she'd shouldn't have any means of seeing the bullets, knives, or vampire hurtling in her direction at a superhuman velocity. Lorand would dash by on the horned woman's left side. With her hand raised to face level her midsection was wide open. A rage filled swipe of his left arm was aimed at her stomach, intent on ripping free a large chunk of her torso if not gutting her entirely. From there, the momentum would carry him forward to the end of the hall he had come from. Escape was now an option, but not the desired one. This girl had finally drawn his ire...and his hunger.

Advocate took a battering, to say the least- seven blades slashed her, four stuck in his chest, a fragment pierced her thigh stump and she was slashed with his hand in the side- unlike Almos`s expectation, however, she stayed in one piece due to the components underneath it- steel tubed cables, inhumane replicas of organs and more steel. Of course the flesh above it was ripped a bit by the attack, and she was drentched in blood for the seven seconds it took for her bloodstream to adapt and cut off the damaged areas to prevent her from bleeding out.
He would be starting to get away again... but this time she had plenty of ammunition.
"Come here, kittycat..." she purred, in a state of extasy, licking her lips- it seemed the damage she had recieved was completely unnoticed by her. Pulling out the knives out of her body, she tossed them at him with her left with the force of a bullet- but she didn´t expect them to hit, not after what he had demonstrated to be capable of.
Instead, she stomped into the room, a grin on her face... as soon as possible, she grabbed a steel tray cart full of plates and utensils, carelessly tossing it into his direction. Standard technqiue when fighting fast opponents- throw something big and heavy at them that they cannot dodge as easily as a projectile.

Using this as a distraction, she ran forward to try and grab his arm with her clawed hand.

She's a damn berserker! Almos thought to himself as the horned woman seemed to revel in her own injuries. Even though she had yet to fall prey to those injuries, the wounds themselves didn't seem to be healing on their own and she was still flesh and blood. That meant that even if this demonic machine couldn't comprehend pain, eventually her body would give out like any other human. Dropping low til his hands touched the floor in a runner's starting position, Lorand ducked below the knives speeding his way. As the blades impaled themselves into the wall behind him, he rose to a crouching position and held out his left hand to bring his cursed chain to bare. Enkidu streaked out from its hiding place beneath Almos' left sleeve, swiping across the tray that the Advocate had thrown at him. The impact had deflected several of the utensils and sent the tray clattering to the floor midway between Almos the the cyborg. Several other utensils got through though, causing Almos to reflexively move his right arm across his face just low enough for him to keep an eye on the horned woman.

Despite this, the distractions had caused him to underestimate his prey's speed. Using that large claw of hers, she latched onto his still extended left arm. As expected she was far stronger than any human. Even if he could muscle his way out of this, it was be far more effort than it was acceptable. So rather than retreat, the fallen monk drove forward from his crouched stance, stabbing his right hand under the Advocate's occupied left arm. His target was the injury to the side of her stomach he'd inflicted just a short time ago. At this extreme close range, that awkward sword and her large bulky arms should be difficult to maneuver properly to keep up with his supernatural speed and reflexes. She might be able to survive a slash to the stomach, but this time Almos would build upon the previous damage, driving his hand upwards into her torso to latch onto those oddly durable organs of hers and rip some free. The last thing the old vampire had to worry about was that menacing hand gun she held in her right hand. To counter that, he would rely on Enkidu, his favored chain racing in from behind the cyborg after smashing the serving tray. His aim was simple, ensnare that right hand and gun to keep it pointed safely at the floor while he gutted this mechanical she beast.

Oh yeah. She had him now, all she´d have to do was to rip his arm off and-
Error.
Error.
Errorerrorerrorerrorerrrrrrrr....

As she made the effort to tug his arm out of his torso with her clawed hand, he ripped out a few of her guts- artifical as they were, they were still important, and despite her painlessness (Its not like mechanical guts would leave you in pain if they broke down), her mainframe system was feeling it badly. Little by little, the more he dug around in her body, the more systems collapsed, her hand slipped off of his arm and the girl sunk into a croutch, then collapsed facefirst without a word.
Her body didn´t move an inch, she didn´t blink, didn´t flinch... her brain was alive, which couldn´t be seen due to this, but right now- fighting back, standing up or leaving wasn´t an option.
To any observer, the parts Almos had ripped out, which happened to be her "stomatch" her "liver" and her "kidneys", semi-rigid steel compartments with tubes attached to them, were uselessly dangling from her, spewing all sorts of juices. Her bloodstream had shut down to prevent a possible death, but needless to say, it was a mess.

The mission was a failure right there.

The horned woman's entrails felt warm in the palm of his hand. It was with great satisfaction that the Hungarian vampire watched her sink to the floor, a puddle of what he assumed to be valuable fluids puddling around her before the bleeding stopped abruptly. Smirking darkly, he pulled back his left arm for another attack only to wince in pain, his arm dropping limply to his side. Examining the extent of the damage, it was with great surprise that Almos saw his entire forearm was bent at an awkward angle and his shoulder throbbed constantly. The insane girl had not only broken his arm but managed to dislocate his shoulder with that last attack. He'd guessed that she had raw strength but to think she had this much power at her disposal! It was for the best that he'd taken her down when he did. Holding onto his left shoulder, he forced the limb back into place with a heave and a painful grunt as Enkidu tightened around his forearm to hold the bones in place as they knit themselves back together. These freaks were tenacious alright. And if there was one thing that could incite Lorand's ire it was a tenacious woman.

Reaching down with his blood covered right hand, he picked the woman up by the hair and pressed her unmoving form against the wall. There was no recognition in her eyes. Still as death itself. Allowing another small smile to grace his lips, he sank his fangs into the right side of her neck and sampled the power of her blood. Stopped after only a mouthful or two, the vampire choked down the liquid with a bit of effort. It was definitely blood, but the taste was off...disgusting to be honest. Snarling at the awful taste in his mouth, he headed for the hallway containing the soldier's body, dragging the horn woman along by the hair. These bastards had interrupted his studies, attacked him, and injured him. He was in no mood to allow them pretty deaths. Reaching the hallway, the soldier's lower body lay still but his upper half had finally accepted the curse of the ghoul, lightly moaning as it slowly dragged itself towards its master.

Commanding the zombified corpse to halt, Almos wrapped his right hand around the handle of the demon wench's massive sword and pulled it free as he tossed her form onto the ground in front of the ghoul. Inspecting the blade a bit, he rested it over his shoulder and looked upward with an excited grin. "Well then? Going to step in and do something for once? Lapse Catholics or not, they used Your blessings. You're really just going to let me do this to them?" he asked, addressing the Catholic God Himself before continuing on with his brutality. The Goldsaw came down hard on the horned woman's thighs just above the artificial limbs, supernatural strength allowing it to cleave through the flesh and bone to sever the demonic female's legs entirely. "I'm waiting!" Almos called again, raising the sword again before severing the clawed left arm at the shoulder. "Are You not listening!? Or do You just not care!?" Once more the Goldsaw came swinging down and the cyborg's remaining arm went sailing through the air.

Scowling, Almos shoved the cyborg's remains towards the ghoul with his boot and stabbed the Goldsaw into the ground. "Eat," was the sole command he gave the waiting ghoul who without hesitation lunged at the mechanized human with its gaping jaws, biting at tearing at the exposed sensitive material. Even Almos averted his gaze, looking skyward as he sifted through the memories of the soldier. He was a God fearing man, an honest, noble soldier. And now we was a shambling corpse devouring the remains of the woman he'd died trying to save. "Answer me!" the former monk roared, spittle flying from his mouth as his rage flared again. Nothing. No response whatsoever. Growling in frustration, the vampire grabbed hold of the Goldsaw again and brought the sword down with all his might on the ghoul and horned demon, severing both of their heads. Allowing the tip of the blade to drag along the floor behind him, he made his way out of the massacred household leaving an aura of blood and rage in his wake. He was done here.

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(OOC) Steeler's men came in a couple hours later and cleaned up the scene and torched the house. Mission Failure.