Alucard v Seras, Emily and Bayman

OOC: So pretty much the standard rules apply. To be fair, I'm limiting myself to 40 souls for regen and am accepting the first three applicants including Seras. Now then, I have to ask, who's got the balls?

Snow fell on the forest before the church where it all began. Ice crunched with every step the No Life King took as he walked through the graveyard. He remembered whenever he first made the Draculina that fateful night. Now, she stood before him, a full fledged vampire, a creature above all others but still not quite perfect. If he were to break her of those last few human sentiments, it would have to be here on what would be such revered ground. The graves still lay dug up and completely abandoned and the windows were still shattered in ruin. The cross at the top of the roof stood broken in half and ironically, a red moon still hung over this place as the air grew thin. With a smirk, he continued to strut about waiting for her and the others he sensed about to show themselves. Surely they wouldn't resist a chance to best him after he'd released many of the wayward souls to rest. The black flames of his usual aura licked the trees around him as his impatience got the better of him. Deciding to goad his prey into an attack, he called out, "Honestly. You can drop the charade. If any of you were anything but a monster, than it would be so much wiser to tuck tail and run but this is honestly pathetic. Would you not fight and prove your worth or would you rather I forced your hand? I can truly say I expected more from you, Seras Victoria. Let's cut to the chase before I get bored. I already find myself losing interest the more time I wait for your attack."

This was it. This was the day he was most likely do die and yet, it wouldn't stop him from going through with his plan. This was the immortal monster that destroyed everything his life was dedicated to. The illuminati had crumbled because of this infernal nosferatu interfering with their work. Today was the day he would pay the vampire back. A G36c assault rifle was on his back, a TMP sub machine gun on his belt and his usual twin pistols in his shoulder holsters. However, today was something different. The Russian would need something much stronger to bring down Alucard. In the bell tower, the ex-Spetsnaz had a M82A1 .50 caliber sniper rifle waiting for the beast. Every bullet. Every knife. All silver. This was the day Bayman would kill the vampire or die trying. A single finger slid over the trigger to the high powered sniper rifle, lining up the shot. A silver fifty caliber BMG round would be strong even against a vampire. Then again, it was Alucard. It should however, give him an opening to farther damage the vampire. Finally Bayman took the shot, aiming for the center torso over the heart.

The red moon was certainly a sight to see. The white blanket of snow was just as beautiful to the draculina. It reflected moonlight so prettily, yet it still remained cold and uninviting. She wasn't worried about the cold earth beneath her feet, though. No, the little fledgeling vampire was more focused on the challenge issued to her. Seras Victoria heard her master's taunting and impatience, and it strengthened her resolve. She couldn't back down from this, or she would never be more than a cowardly police girl in the Count's eyes.

"No need to wait anymore, my master! I'm here now!"

Seras emerged from under the cover of the trees behind Alucard. Resting comfortably on her shoulder was the Harkonnen, her favorite heavy artillery weapon. Her usually calm blue eyes were blazing with determination. Under the surface, fear undoubtedly began to creep through her when she stepped over the boundary of his aura. She caught the faintest glimmer of metal streaking towards him as she took aim for his core; the very center of his body. Without warning, she fired a shot.

Siting in the trees the young werewolf stared at the sight before her, a man standing his stature was on of a certain regalness with strength mixed in. Her instincts were running wild, this man was strong she wanted to fight him. Her eyes burned with a passion of battle, the form of a human was quickly wavering in the face of this man, the back of Emily's hair grew as her teeth became more brutal and sharp looking as her hands became claws.
She would have gone in but there was others who had began to fire at the man, it was clear a temporary helping hand would be needed for this man, she drew her bow and readied an arrow, pulling back on the string.

Her sights were on the mans head, something about him made her worry as much as it excited her and the feeling of getting close didn't seem like a good idea in the face of the woman with the large gun and the other man firing on him. She let go of the string, the arrow shot forwards with the force of, well an arrow towards the mans head.

The No Life King stood with a great regal posture indeed worthy of the throne that was bestowed on him. He heard the three shots as they came at him and still continued to smile. Let them try. True, he may have been deliberately weakened but he still was more than a match for his competitors, even if two of them were unplanned. He loved the new challenge and the prospect of an interrupted session turned into a great joy as he let the attacks pass through his body. A jet of crimson flew from their point of impact and the recoil forced the creature to hang backward, almost as if he were a marionette on sting. The hunger within the Nosferatu grew as his man spectral arms reached up to the dark sky casting new shadow over the tree tops. With a sickening crack, the creature leaned back forward and regained his posture, his hat somehow still miraculously on even with the force of their attacks.

In but a moment's time, the hole from which the attacks had hit their marks began to close up and seal away just as quickly as they had came and the bullet pushed itself out. With a sickening grin, he then stared up at the bell tower with a sickening desire to make some "improvements". Before he did though, he couldn't forget about the origin of the arrow. With a deep laugh, he reached deep into the recesses of his red mantra and brandished both of his faithful avenues of aggression. Almost taunting his foes, both the Jackal and the Casull gleamed with an unnatural glare.

He then spread his arms apart and turned to face his protege and the werewolf. The Casull was brandished at Seras while the Jackal was brought to bear against their new adversary. Like a symphony, the two sang three blessed notes against their targets, two in the chest and one in the head. While they were on their way meanwhile, he then leaned back again at an unnatural angle and stared the Ex Spetsnaz down from this position. His giant spectral arms then proceeded to try to grab hold of the bell tower and try to rip down the roof on top of him while their master cackled in amusement as they worked.

OOC: Three souls used for regen brings me down to 37.

Of course the count would recover swiftly from the bullet the Russian put through him. Like a eagle changing it's flight path. The ex-spetsnaz caught sight of the spectral arms coming towards his possession. Those would be problematic to deal with if he didn't focus fire on them. Bayman adjusted his sights, unloading a high powered .50 BMG silver round at their base to tear the spectral arms from the vampire. That should buy him enough time after delivering a single shot to each the no life kings arms to make better use of the two strangers that he was apparently working with. After the fifth round in the massive sniper rifle had been fired, the ex-spetsnaz kicked off the wall and rolled out of his chair; into the hatch that lead up to the bell tower. After returning to his feet, he began moving quickly to relocate and reengage the crimson fucker. Nothing was going to get in his way. It's not everyday you get to kill a legend.

The display of three projectiles hitting their mark struck a small cord of achievement. That feeling was extremely brief, however, as her master quickly recovered from the blows. Facing him as an opponent was going to be her most challenging learning experience yet. Being his underling, the police girl knew she had to put everything into this to impress him. Her gaze flickered to the church until the first of the six shots sounded from Alucard's weapons. She moved immediately, wasting no time in trying to dodge. Looking away from the nosferatu came at a price. By the skin of her teeth did the draculina manage to dodge the first two bullets. They sped past as she moved out of their way, the two shots making contact with the dark trees behind her. The third bullet hit her left shoulder, grazing under her collar bone. Pain spread out through her shoulder and arm, the silver in the shot intensifying the pain. Seras gripped her shoulder while her feet carried her to a different spot.

The new position was behind a gravestone, which she used to prop up the Harkonnen. Seras hastily loaded another uranium shot, the movement of her shoulder slightly hindered. Once the shot was loaded, she set her sights to shoot right at Alucard's head. It was a risky target, but she pulled the trigger, the familiar recoil pressing the cannon against her. The shot flew at top speed toward its target, and Seras began to change position again, reloading while on the move.

The mysterious being had began seemingly grow extra arms that stretched above the trees, the young werewolf was in awe, never had she seen something like this as her gaze set back onto the man she noticed him going into his jacket and pulled out what seemed to very large dual pistols. She took another arrow from her quiver and was about to ready the arrow when the man fired.
Quickly she hopped backwards onto another branch that was a few feet lower than the one she was on, she had leaned back as she was falling to dodge the last few bullets that roared past her and utterly destroyed a tree and possibly several others behind it.

This had the rather bad effect of her not being able to actually properly land onto the branch and just smashing through it. Emily had actually crashed down onto the cold hard ground the front side of her body had hit first. Her arrows were fine, and somehow so was her bow, quickly she got up and shook her head, it didn't hurt too much considering she was a werewolf.
However she had lost her temper and more wolf like features began to show, her mouth was moving slightly forwards and hair on her body was becoming more visible however this man was too dangerous to go toe to toe with as long as he had those guns.

She decided to go running around the forest and see if she can get into a position behind the man.

OOC: Sorry for the long wait my little minions. Craziness all around. Thanks for bearing with me.
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The No Life King heard the next 6 shots scream at him and it just spurred on his excitement for battle. The smell of the gunpowder. The thrill of the fight. The blood lust in all their eyes. The rustle of the leaves as the werewolf ran to find a better "vantage point". Standing tall, it wasn't like he was hard to see, his presence filling the air like a thick fog more than his red celestial counterpart ever could. And yet, the shine on it and the snow made this seem like an extremely enjoyable battle even considering the weakness of his opponents. This just heightened the thrill of the fight even more beyond its normal breaking point. It was boiling over even more at this moment. She had intended on pleasing her Master's urge for battle and that was admirable, even if it was suicidal. The fact that he could feel even her fear as well as the fear of the others, if just an inkling was enough to spur on his full frenzy. Biting his lip.

Concentrating on that feeling of fire, he let one of the sniper bullets and his protege's cannon round hit with full force and let the flames consume him utterly. For added dramatic effect, he threw himself backward at the force of the bullets and let out a low growl to sweeten the effect. Another jet of red flew out from him and accentuated the already thick snow. From within himself, he let his black embers smolder his insides and begin breaking him down so that he might reform again, starting from the root of the tall body and working their way upward. For an extra embellishment, he chose to have the Halconnen round tear a chunk through his torso and make a clean break all the way through. His undead ribs stuck out with the flesh hanging off of them in weird gossamer strands.

Letting out a deep exhale, he let the flames then take over and the rest of his body fell to the forest floor with a earth shaking thud as the head made impact. The other four sniper bullets merely zoomed by as his body passed right underneath them. His long hair lay sprawled out over the snow as the moonlight cast new reflections on his charming smile. It was then that the flames completely smoldered the rest of his body but oddly didn't incinerate the tinder underneath. With that, they seemed to then pour into the ground like liquid down a drain all pouring into a single center of flame, crimson and and centipedes. Instantly, all of his molecules were passing through all of solid matter very quickly up toward the marksman.

Like shadows, he pulled himself up through the walls, invisible to the rest of them. The embers then rose and reappeared shaping themselves into his skeleton and torso and then finally back into his usual ensemble with yet a darker tinge. He bared his teeth at the sniper with a wicked smile as he bared the Jackal down directly at her face so she was staring down its barrel. With but a second's hesitation to savor her true fear, the merciless war machine barked but a single bullet aimed directly for her temple.
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OOC: Another 2 hits takes me down to 35 souls left. Congrats. You're an eighth of the way there.

The no life king seemed to be focused on combating with his fledgeling. Good. The less focus on the Russian, the more he could tear down the lives of the vampire. The ex-Spetsnaz dropped the now empty magazine of the M82, replacing it with another. A swift pull of the slide, and the first round was chambered, ready to strike it's target once aimed. Bayman noticed a small hole in one of the stain glass windows, deciding to set up there. Adjusting his aim, he aimed barely over the shoulder of Seras, locked onto the hand of the crimson fucker. That's when he noticed the vampire closed the distance between them. Taking several steps back, the Russian fired at the hand holding the Jackal, hoping the .50 caliber BMG round would destroy the massive pistol the no life king held before placing two rounds into his center chest, aiming for where his undead heart should be. Once the three rounds were squeezed off, Bayman ran to the side, jumping out of the stain glass window and rolling once back onto his feet. Close quarters combat with the count would be near suicide. Moving quickly, the Russian moved across a good portion of the graveyard, taking cover behind one of the large tombstones.

Watching the spray of crimson had something snapping deep inside. Seras ran around the gravestones, weaving through them. Her shoulder dripped blood, staining the white ground scarlet. The pain only drove her to keep fighting. Though she ran, she payed close attention to Alucard, until he disappeared. She stopped, panting as though she were out of breath. Her eyes scanned the area, skimming over the dancing shadows. It was a menacing aura that she felt, and it sent a shiver down her spine. After the gunshots fired one after the other, Seras heard someone land nearby. The feeling of a presence near her made her shudder, but she continued moving. There were two others near that were, hopefully, on her side for the moment.

She jumped, landing on a gravestone, then began to quickly hop from gravestone to gravestone, searching for her target. She could sense him nearby, but she couldn't quite see him. Her instincts kept her moving, and she hoisted the Harkonnen up in both hands. The shell was loaded and ready to pierce skin and flesh, now she needed a clear target, moving or otherwise. No more hiding from him, now was another chance for her to attack. He just had to show himself. The Draculina's senses began to open up and heighten as the thrill of the hunt began to sink in. Her eyes began to turn crimson as she focused her third eye to be more attuned to her surroundings. One could never be too careful when fighting a true nosferatu.

Something was off, there was an odd smell around here it she was not able to put her finger on what it was though, as she swore it was kind of like burning and decayed flesh almost not only that there was a very malicious feeling from around here, her hairs stood on edge as Emily quickly turned realizing where the man was.  The mans gun was staring was aimed for her temple, who know what kind of damage this thing could do to her, yet she had an opening one that would see impossible to most but she was a werewolf, using the brief window of opportunity she twisted her body to the right, the trigger was pulled.

The bullet came flying out the chamber, it almost met with Emily's face, no doubt it was hit something behind her, but for the moment she was well she didn't have a bullet in her skull. In one fast motion she dropped the bow and jabbed at the mans arm, normal a jab would not do much damage on its own, however with supernatural might of a werewolf it could be very dangerous, after jabing she would follow up with a left kick swinging to the mans gut.

OOC: So I feel like shit for not getting to it sooner. No excuses and I will get right to it now. Thanks again for being so patient.
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The No Life King breathed heavy with a spectral mist which came off his lips in clouds. The full torrent of bullets found their mark in the beast doubling him over and causing him to actually gasp for air as silver and steel met bone in fantastic form. He was actually enjoying the feeling of seeing so much red come from him and a fight long worth waiting for. True they were still not mere men but they at least had the courage to face him head on which was admirable. He continued to breathe heavy and planned out his next attack as he drew himself further within the bell tower to hide his movements. Reaching through the walls with his spectral arms, he grabbed hold of the bell tower and ripped down part of their walls. The rubble came tumbling down guided ever so slightly falling in front of the entrance of the door and on the exits from the upper levels. He was completely entombed exactly as he intended.

With the last exertion of strength, red came from his lips as the wounds he had taken before seemed to leave a much more lingering effect than he anticipated. He was actually starting to go into a regular daydream because of it. Visions of stakes piecing through his chest, Seras' screams of fear and laughs from the Holy Executioner. Apparently the bastion of souls beneath the exterior were feeling the strain as well. He would definitely have to try a different tactic. Something with would play more to his strengths, like a general sending his troops into battle. Noticing the exerted feelings within himself, he laughed. This was child's play. He wouldn't be best by these fools. let alone his own fledgling. He starting laughing as he pulled himself together and exhaled deeply letting out an unnatural fog which made its way out through the cracks in the rubble and soon was so thick it was almost tangible. Still chuckling to himself, he got down prone to one knee and formed the necessary signs to turn the tide of battle. In a slightly quiter voice, he said the all too familiar words.

Releasing control art restriction systems...three...two...one. Approval of situation A recognized, commencing the Cromwell Invocation. Ability restrictions lifted for limited use until the enemy has been rendered silent.

Black embers rose his feet completely shrouding the building. Thousands of foot long centipedes came crawling up from the dirt completely covering it and pouring out of the build. Red veins came bulging out of his chest and his red third eye shone brightly from within the dark and the fog. Focusing on his hunger, he grinned a smile that would shine in the pale moon light and summoned froth growls from his interior. Focusing on the smell of decayed and mildewed fur, he made manifest these sensations in real form in front of him thrice. And with his tongue salivating, he did bring all of these sensations into the beasts in front of him. Within moments, there stood the Great Hound Baskerville and his two companions drooling puddles over the centipede covered ground. The made growls that caused the building to shake and they continued to materialize. They began to bark loudly as they were almost fully summoned.

Finally, with one last growl from each of them, they went sprinting forward through the walls causing the building to completely fall outwards around the No Life King. The Great Hound himself charged at Seras aiming to rip through her torso while his two companions bounded forward attempting to bull rush the others.

OOC: So I made it an even ten souls out for your wait. That brings me down to 25. Congrats you're almost halfway there.

As of now, shit just got real. A unnatural fog began to roll over the graveyard and soon the black embers and centipedes appeared, followed by the no life kings hellhound familiars. Three black hounds. The Russian didn't expect the immortal vampire to release his familiars so soon in the fight. They would be a extreme threat to engage at close range. The ex-spetsnaz carefully rose the barrel of the G36c assault rifle, waiting for the hound that would come for him to make it's move. Now! He pulled the trigger to the grenade launcher attachment to the under barrel of the assault rifle; a lethal grenade with silver shrapnel propelling forward. The range should be close enough for the splash damage to harm the crimson fucker as well as tear the hound apart. The grenade made a impact right into where the collar bone would be for the beast if it were a real dog. The explosion echoed, blessed shrapnel tearing through the familiar and flying towards Alucard as well.

Seras was trying to figure everything out. Her master hid himself again. She looked for the other two attackers. They were in different places. The Draculina hopped up on a large tombstone. The winds had changed. She stayed quiet and still to figure out what was happening. The sudden change in scenery was unnerving. Snow was overturned and slick in some places, and there was red staining white in others.

As centipedes emerged and writhed on the ground, Seras grew concerned. "I feel it... This is about to get much more dangerous," she said quietly. The noises coming from within convinced her to load up an incendiary shot in the cannon.

The blast of the building as the beasts shot forward caught her attention. Seras readied herself. It took courage, maybe even a lot of naïveté, to face this monster. She took aim, trembling in the face of Baskerville himself. Her intention was to at least slow him down. Glowing crimson eyes bore into the beast's as he charged. The vampire waited until he was a few meters away before firing. She pulled the trigger, the shot aimed straight for the inside of the hound's maw. It was tricky. The girl slipped off the tombstone and pressed herself hard against the back of it, waiting for the explosion and imminent collision.

Looking around for a moment the youngling wondered where the opponent had went, her eyes darting around, her nose trying to pick up the sent however there was a chill down her spine. Something was coming, it was big, very dangerous and her instincts were running wild now.  A violent happy grin appeared on her face as she began to howl out in pure happiness of the up coming foe, her nose and mouth extended out her teeth became sharper and grew as her hair began to grow slightly, the features on her body becoming more wolf like.  Ears popped out the top of her heads, her tail tore out her jeans.   Now she stood there in her full humanoid wolf form letting out one more glorious howl.

Smelling and seeing the creature that bull rushed her, she could only respond in kind charging forwards, her legs tensed for a moment before shooting forwards in a leap, her right knee out stretched aiming to smack the creature  head full force with all her might that could shatter a wall.