Prologue: Midian X
- Location
- Netherlands
[X] Push the pistol's barrel aside and attempt to absorb him.
You react at the slightest twitch of the vampire's index finger. Your hand moves beside the pistol's barrel and knocks it away in one fluid motion, your unnatural flexibility breaking some of your bones in the process. The vampire wasn't able to pull the trigger back even a centimeter before he felt his arm flying backwards, and you can see a pair of eyes widening in confusion behind his glasses. In the fraction of a second that his attention is diverted elsewhere, you strike, and walk through your opponent in the same way you passed through your previous meal. You consider thanking whatever fate caused your path to cross with those of two incompetent vampires in one night, but there is no need for that. You deserve this!
Or perhaps it'd be better to curse the aforementioned fate, considering you aren't experiencing the familiar sensation of absorbing another living thing. No, you are experiencing something positively chilling. Your skin cools down to a highly uncomfortable temperature, and your prey's body isn't giving any kind of resistance at all. Rather than devouring them, you are walking through them in the most literal sense, like they aren't there to begin with. It can't possibly be an illusion, you saw the bullets fired at you affecting everything they hit. The pale man passes through you like a phantom, the chilling feeling finally leaving you once physical contact ends. You waste no time in turning around and forcing a blade out of your forearm, beheading them with utmost precision. You feel something resembling relief as their head flies from their neck, making way for a fountain of blood. The same can't be said moments after, when their head reattaches itself, but you would be more surprised if they didn't have an excellent healing factor. "It seems both of us have a few tricks up our sleeves." The pistol falls to the blood-soaked ground, willingly discarded by the vampire. Could they be giving into their primal instincts and engaging you in melee combat?
"You outclass any beast that I've faced in the past, even a few seconds have made it all too obvious. That means I'll have to take this a little more seriously... 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."
[ ] Write-in.
You react at the slightest twitch of the vampire's index finger. Your hand moves beside the pistol's barrel and knocks it away in one fluid motion, your unnatural flexibility breaking some of your bones in the process. The vampire wasn't able to pull the trigger back even a centimeter before he felt his arm flying backwards, and you can see a pair of eyes widening in confusion behind his glasses. In the fraction of a second that his attention is diverted elsewhere, you strike, and walk through your opponent in the same way you passed through your previous meal. You consider thanking whatever fate caused your path to cross with those of two incompetent vampires in one night, but there is no need for that. You deserve this!
Or perhaps it'd be better to curse the aforementioned fate, considering you aren't experiencing the familiar sensation of absorbing another living thing. No, you are experiencing something positively chilling. Your skin cools down to a highly uncomfortable temperature, and your prey's body isn't giving any kind of resistance at all. Rather than devouring them, you are walking through them in the most literal sense, like they aren't there to begin with. It can't possibly be an illusion, you saw the bullets fired at you affecting everything they hit. The pale man passes through you like a phantom, the chilling feeling finally leaving you once physical contact ends. You waste no time in turning around and forcing a blade out of your forearm, beheading them with utmost precision. You feel something resembling relief as their head flies from their neck, making way for a fountain of blood. The same can't be said moments after, when their head reattaches itself, but you would be more surprised if they didn't have an excellent healing factor. "It seems both of us have a few tricks up our sleeves." The pistol falls to the blood-soaked ground, willingly discarded by the vampire. Could they be giving into their primal instincts and engaging you in melee combat?
"You outclass any beast that I've faced in the past, even a few seconds have made it all too obvious. That means I'll have to take this a little more seriously... 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."
[ ] Write-in.
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