Trump Battle! (Alucard v Anderson v Captain Hans)

A darkness fell over the forests of Bucharest as a hunger filled the air. Snow covered the tree tops as a quiet stream trickled past. Somewhere in the distance lay a mist covered mostly frozen lake and beyond that, the remnants of what might have been a shining beacon of royalty in its time. A proud majesty of cobblestone and iron wrought from a previous golden era. A time before the belch of industry when the world was a different place and the hunger hadn't become transitory. Now was an age of diesel and fire, machines and war...well at least somethings remain constant. The greed of men was always insatiable. In a way, it made them more like the monsters they abhorred than they dared to realize and yet, in the utter realization of it all, it seemed quite fascinating. And what a bit of irony that it should him here in the first place. A man sitting atop his rightful throne again with no one to contest him again. With London left as but a withered husk of nothing but rubble and ash, it seemed only fitting that somewhere he returned to his roots.

The ancient Count surveilled his once proud land with a familiar longing of memory, seeing it as it once was with a familiar smile on his face. Taking a deep exhale which seemed colder than the air around it, the form of the No Life King began to revert back to its previous state. The blood stained metal to which he was adorned changed back into the red duster for which he was accredited. He clashed with his surroundings horribly in this form as his coat reeked of blood. The master of his throne continued to traipse through his land until he at last came to a tall hill and opening. From there, he could clearly make out the still majestic bridge just as he had originally left it and still mostly recognizable. With a chuckle and another sigh, his vampiric senses let him know almost immediately that he wasn't alone. An unnatural texture to the air gave away their presence almost instantaneously. Choosing to act as though he didn't notice, he continue to chuckle and stroll through his lands wondering who this new chanllenger might be.

Anderson stood on this path, the path that was bringing him his most mightiest of foes, the one foe that he was unprepared for the one foe who brought the most righteous of anger out of him. The one foe whose very presence brought him to the boiling point of his hatred for such unholy creatures, with each breath he drew steam seemed to boil out his mouth as the cross on his chest glowed within the darkness.
There was a feeling he had, something else was in this place some thing of a similar feeling to Alucards, it would seem two of the devils spawn had come this night. It brought about an almost un-sanctimonious feeling within his chest to face his most hated of foes and this new presence.

His arms raised as he saw the visage of his foe, his arms spread out as his weapons shot out his sleeves and into his palms as he saw his foes face. When the LORD thy God shall bring thee into the land whither thou goest to possess it, and hath cast out many nations before thee, the Hittites, and the Girgashites, and the Amorites, and the Canaanites, and the Perizzites, and the Hivites, and the Jebusites, seven nations greater and mightier than thou; And when the LORD thy God shall deliver them before thee; thou shalt smite them, and utterly destroy them; thou shalt make no covenant with them, nor shew mercy unto them. AAMMMEENNNN His deep voice echoed through the night skies as psychotic grin appeared on his face, the glow for his glasses and blades almost made him look like some sort of angel..almost.

Walking towards the hill through the tree line, The Captain heard the shouting of the Catholic. He inwardly grimaced, it had already begun. He pulled his Mausers out, enjoying the feel of them in his hand as he advanced with pure ease and a blank mind towards the coming conflict. He was prepared for anything, his ears listened out for the merest hint of the click of Alucard’s guns and his eyes gazed out into the darkness, all the while seeing everything clear as day. Looking out for other threats and the bayonets of Father Anderson, the War Wolf was on the hunt, and this time his prey was something worthy of note. Looking out the corner of his eye he could see the silhouettes of animals move away from the place, they could sense the unholy, monstrous creatures that were gathering, the weight of expectation hung on these precious moments that brought the Eldest creatures of three races to battle on a cold night that would affect the course of history for centuries. On this night the three most powerful beings will fight, and three great powers will become one, what that will result of this I do not know; but I am a soldier and I obey without question.

His dog tags swung underneath his jacket, the high colour making his face even shadier in the freezing night, the snow would have made long range sight hard for some but his wolf-like eyes saw past simple obstacles such as the weather. The ground was hard, it would have posed a problem for a mortal but his balance was good enough, as were his boots, to allow him to walk without any problems. Sighing, he at last turned into mist as he neared the battle ground, his form becoming almost impossible to distinguish from the snow as he hung back for a time, watching the priest without causing any sound or giving away any sign of being there, cold, expressionless eyes picked up the Vampire Alucard as soon as he came into view.

He felt a calm descend over himself as he awaited what was to happen, what had to happen. He was ready to fight, ready to kill, ready to be killed, but was he truly powerful enough to destroy these two as the Major had ordered? He thought so, and if not he would at least earn himself a good death in battle.

But all I want is to be able to call myself a man again, to breathe, and love, and feel, this blanket of calm serenity has stripped me of all feeling, and it has been that way for too long, my emotion is locked away and no amount of fighting has been good enough to bring it into the open and to reawaken the lust to survive that was with me years ago; Hitler took away that lust when I realised I was trapped. It’s that lust that made me fight on a greater level than I have since; it’s that lust which I will need to win now… I want to survive, I need to survive, I must want it if I am to kill these two… His thoughts whirred away in the back of his mind as his conscious thoughts concentrated on strategy, evaluating his opponents and waiting from the safety of the snow in his form of mist to leap out as soon as an opportunity presented itself.

Ye foul creature who has tainted these lands so many centuries ago, such a fitting place to chop off yer head and burn the corpse the large arms extended inwards creating an x formation as his teeth gritted together, there was mutt on the battlefield it seems.  In one fast power motion the arms shot out,  his fingers letting go of the bayonets allowing them to shoot towards the devil in his sights.

The bayonets screamed as they shot towards Alucard, any stones bellow them blasted out the way by the mere force of it OUT HERE YE MUTT OF HELL OUT SO THAT I MAY CARVE THE DARK HEART THAT BEATS WITH IN YOUR CHEST ! COME OUT SO THAT I MAY PUT YER WARY SOUL TO REST WITH RIGHTEOUS STRENGTH !  His voice boomed out as his arms extend bringing out two bayonetas in his hands I AM THE LORDS WRATH I AM HIS RIGHTEOUS FURY ! Angel dusts most righous of wrath had been kindled by both the supernatural monsters.

Anderson had casted his Bayonets, The Captain struck, flashing out of nowhere, his misty form taking shape behind the Priest to lash out in a kick of titanic force that had levelled buildings and smashed through steel; it was an unrestrained measure of his true physical strength and Hans felt himself buzz with the feel of it. I never get to cut loose, I must always restrain myself lest the world crumbles around me and I cause too much damage, now I can do so, now I will not think of the consequences. I shall bring these two down if it causes the valleys to fill, the mountains to crumble, and the land to flood. He thought, his mist form was in the shape of his wolfman transformation, but as soon as the kick was completed in less time than it took to blink he was whole, tangible, and human looking.

The night cast shadows on his lightly tanned face, red eyes looked out from underneath the cap that obscured his features; he drew both of his Mausers. It matters not what I face, they will crumble like everything else… only two things exist what lay all things low, time, which these immortals have escaped, just as I have… but the other thing what they shall not free themselves from is me. He thought, his inner monologue taking on a dark tone as he fired three shots at the Vampire Alucard with his left Mauser. Kicking up dust through the sheer force of it, the Kick had brought up a small cloud of filth that covered the Battlefield for a second; though ti was nowhere near thick enough to disrupt the Werewolf’s sharp eyes.