Post by Seth Young on Jun 18, 2016 1:45:37 GMT
Seraph had to hope that the bullets would work. The UV liquid content had been more concentrated than the regular batch. According to the scientists that engineered the bullets,the liquid was powerful enough to kill multiple vampires at once. The glowing blue liquid inside the bullets shot out like shooting stars when fired, but Seraph stood in disbelief when he noticed that they stopped in mid air. Looking up, he saw the girl stop the bullets with her hands, her eyes wide and still cursing at Seraph for his interference in this. It did not matter what she said now, she revealed herself, and it would cost her. “The mere fact that this Apex Vampire is even walking the Earth is more of a threat than I could ever pose on the people that made it out of here, at least I minimized casualties tonight.” Seraph went silent for a moment, and although he did not truly care for his fellow humans, his instincts to save lives and destroy the virulent pestilence in the world made his decision to destroy Dagon all the more clear. “But how many lives do you think this vampire in particular has caused? Eons of walking the Earth, and you only need to look around to see what horrors he’s wrought on human-kind. The perversions he created. The bastard vampires in the world because of him and monsters like him.”
If what Luiniel told him was true, then Seraph was standing before one of the many progenitors of the creatures that tormented the Earth. It was creatures like him, that brought Seraph to this point in his life. As Dagon picked a bullet out of the air and swallowed one, Seraph could hardly believe it, and yet his vitals and posture showed a man that was lacking surprise on his face. “That bullet you swallowed could have killed a dozen of your kind, and yet you just take it like you’re dropping acid…” When Dagon replied that Seraphs tactics were merely tricks, a smile crossed the Hunter’s face before Dagon struck him with considerable strength, sending Seraph across the bar and through a wall into a back room. Seraph's entire vision went white, momentarily and his body limp. His head felt as if it had been completely disconnected with his brain stem, and as he tried to use his arms and legs, or rise, he felt that he could not. Nobody had ever managed to hit him so hard before. Berserking werewolves were nowhere near as strong as this vampire. Logically, Seraph knew now without a shadow of a doubt, that he was no match for this Ancient. His search for a challenge, and he ended up finding it in one of the greatest predators of all. Though, this creature probably survived eons of enviornmental change and continental drifts, in order to be standing here. Seraph had fought scored of vampires before. Few vampires predated the Pyramids, but none were as powerful as this vampire. Yet, despite everything seeming lost, that whisper was still in his ear. Telling him to go on. Slowly, his hand began to move, along with the rest of his body. Reaching into the coat, he gripped the blade and felt its power accelerate his healing, his nanite-cells restoring his movement over 700% faster. The power was nearly overwhelming, but he felt the Archangel's power in the blade, and it was now coursing through him.
“I may just have one more trick up my sleeve.” Seraph called from the rubble as he reached into the inside of his jacket and removed the angel blade that Luiniel had given him. As Seraph unsheathed the blade, a low, ethereal hum could be heard as it was unsheathed. The blade was gold in color, and glistened light beautifully from its edges and features. The enochian sigils that were etched into the blade reflected from the light that touched the blade and glowed in an ethereal, sky blue color. Stepping through the hole in the wall, the blood on his lip dripping onto his jacket, he cracked a confident grin, as if he knew the tables had turned in a way. “...well, maybe it was in my coat, but let’s see if this thing doesn’t leave a mark, shall we?”
Seraph charged into what he knew was the metaphorical representation of a reinforced brick wall with something that may or may not even work. If he was going to do any real damage to this vampire, then he would need to make sure to hit in spots that would do the most damage. Thrusting the blade forward, he tried aiming at the shoulders before going for the knees. Some jabs would either hit, or the vampire would be one of the first beings to break every bone in his body.
If what Luiniel told him was true, then Seraph was standing before one of the many progenitors of the creatures that tormented the Earth. It was creatures like him, that brought Seraph to this point in his life. As Dagon picked a bullet out of the air and swallowed one, Seraph could hardly believe it, and yet his vitals and posture showed a man that was lacking surprise on his face. “That bullet you swallowed could have killed a dozen of your kind, and yet you just take it like you’re dropping acid…” When Dagon replied that Seraphs tactics were merely tricks, a smile crossed the Hunter’s face before Dagon struck him with considerable strength, sending Seraph across the bar and through a wall into a back room. Seraph's entire vision went white, momentarily and his body limp. His head felt as if it had been completely disconnected with his brain stem, and as he tried to use his arms and legs, or rise, he felt that he could not. Nobody had ever managed to hit him so hard before. Berserking werewolves were nowhere near as strong as this vampire. Logically, Seraph knew now without a shadow of a doubt, that he was no match for this Ancient. His search for a challenge, and he ended up finding it in one of the greatest predators of all. Though, this creature probably survived eons of enviornmental change and continental drifts, in order to be standing here. Seraph had fought scored of vampires before. Few vampires predated the Pyramids, but none were as powerful as this vampire. Yet, despite everything seeming lost, that whisper was still in his ear. Telling him to go on. Slowly, his hand began to move, along with the rest of his body. Reaching into the coat, he gripped the blade and felt its power accelerate his healing, his nanite-cells restoring his movement over 700% faster. The power was nearly overwhelming, but he felt the Archangel's power in the blade, and it was now coursing through him.
“I may just have one more trick up my sleeve.” Seraph called from the rubble as he reached into the inside of his jacket and removed the angel blade that Luiniel had given him. As Seraph unsheathed the blade, a low, ethereal hum could be heard as it was unsheathed. The blade was gold in color, and glistened light beautifully from its edges and features. The enochian sigils that were etched into the blade reflected from the light that touched the blade and glowed in an ethereal, sky blue color. Stepping through the hole in the wall, the blood on his lip dripping onto his jacket, he cracked a confident grin, as if he knew the tables had turned in a way. “...well, maybe it was in my coat, but let’s see if this thing doesn’t leave a mark, shall we?”
Seraph charged into what he knew was the metaphorical representation of a reinforced brick wall with something that may or may not even work. If he was going to do any real damage to this vampire, then he would need to make sure to hit in spots that would do the most damage. Thrusting the blade forward, he tried aiming at the shoulders before going for the knees. Some jabs would either hit, or the vampire would be one of the first beings to break every bone in his body.