Arc 9 Post 26: Blood and Thunder
Blood and Thunder
21th of November 2006 A.D.
You flick your shield hand at the thing halfway out of its fleshmask, the magic of your will closing on her like the fist of an unseen giant, even as the entry of Seeker behind you cuts off her wannabe Bond villain speech. Your eyes flick from the collapsing form of the ertstwhile hostage to the face of your squirming target even as you raise an eyebrow.
"Savage?" you hear Seeker whisper in a poisonously quiet tone. Smoothly, you yank at the grappled Red, sidestepping her bound form as it passes you towards Seeker, and continue past towards her entourage, Usum's flame-limned blade in your other hand.
You bare your teeth in their faces. "Shall..."
Abound the ancient vampire's wrists tainted gold burns with hellish light, greed and spite and blood in anger spilled as your control begins to splinter in the face of sinew, muscle and alien strength
Then the screaming starts, from mortal throats already gasping for breath soon cut off to whimpers, from half bloods who had found a new vicious god, of taint and bubbling flesh and from the vampires the sheer rage of a predator cornered, ripping the false visage of mankind away in bloody rags. Wooden tables buckle, warp, edges of black glass shatter into jagged edges like the macuahuitl of old.
Lesser vampires Frenzy: Will Fight without strategy; cannot use mental disciplines; do not suffer wound penalties. Will flee if more than half of them are killed or all the Greater Vampires and Arianna are killed.
Yet though their fellows had given in so savagery half dozen in all come crawling over walls and feelings wherever the gust of onrushing air had thrown them and in one voice they call, not the name of their liege lady, not the name of their king, but a dreadful keening: "Muerte! Muerte! Muerte!"
In asnwer Broken Seeker howls, howls with laughter fit to split open the vaults of hell as one of the vampires, the one who had been arguing with Arianna moments before is reduced from monster to meat, bones snap, organs rupture, and cavities fill with blood.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Some very distant and very silly part of you is still keenly aware that you just swore even as you spit: "Kill her!"
"Sorceress!" the skinwalker shouts back, even as the batlike horror in question proceeds to prove her point claw wings coming together with a crack of thunder and a flash of lighting flying towards you. Unlike the subtle dreadful weaves of the Outsiders or the curse of Rhys there you cannot grasp the brutal elemental spell in time to weave it. All 300 million volts go straight into your chest. It stings, fuck does is sting. One more hit like that and this will get a lot more hairy.
You take 1 Lethal Damage -> Now at 10/11
"Poor, poor little pretender godling, torn asunder in battles beyond your comprehension," Arianna's sickly sweet voice sounds far away though the ringing in your ears
How do you fight?
[] Continue as you have been
-[] Write in stunt
[] Go into Shintai
-[] Write in stunt
OOC: You guys had some bad rolls, entirely failing the dispell for instance, but also Arianna is perceptive enough to know you had a defensive action up and thus hit you with magic. Even with 'just' 15 dice Moly soaked brought the 8 lethal damage that should have been soaked at DC 8 because of their nature down to DC 6 and canceled more than half the damage.
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