Underworld RPG

[soldier]

(OOC: it's all good i appoligies for not being on lately)

jack spun his sword and made a dearing attack on a lycan, slicing it's arm off. it made for a swing to his head, giving jack enough time to dodge it. "is that all the blood hell you can raise you dump sons of a b*tch?" he made another move to it's chest, bring the sword upwards slicing that damn creature in half. for his testament he spit on the lycan corps. then went to the next.

[.Merios]

(Soldier, i'm going to have to stop you from roleplaying until you realize what you're doing, who you are, and who's roleplaying at the moment. The only lycans in the area are me and LTI. You're god-modding.)

Oliver wasn't expecting the knee in the groin and his eyes shot open. He quickly stumbled back a few feet, his sword falling to his side. He grasped his crotch and winced before coughing twice. He felt his testicles in his stomach, and he was to the point of vomiting. It was a hard kick- not many men could withstand that kind of underhanded assault. He shook his head and stood up, grabbed his sword and dashed toward a nearby building, smashing through the window. It was a 1-bedroom apartment, completely dark inside. Once he entered the darkness, he couldn't be seen. He coughed then looked back to the vampire. He screamed loudly and slid off his jacket and sheath. He unstrapped his sidearms and set them on top of his jacket. Setting his sword down, he slid off his shirt and necklace, setting it in place. He bent down and slid off his shoes and socks and set them in the pile. He kicked the pile of items into a hidden place- not being able to be seen from inside or out due to the darkness. A loud roar emitted from the apartment.

Sickening cracks and pops could be heard, as well as pained screams. A loud thump followed a splash of what sounded like liquid echoed throughout the street. The man he had been fighting was still outside, apparently watching what was going down. Within seconds, the wall exploded outward and a massive hulk crashed through, covered in fur and looking as feral as a wolf. It was a terrible sight- gray hair covered in crimson and massive claws; large maw and a bent nose. It's eyes were filled with blood lust and he looked to Ash. He roared and pounced toward him on four legs, his powerful black legs launching him into the air. His claws were out in an attempt to tear into him with speed and power.

[LTI]

Constantine rolled with the punch and did a back handspring to see (albeit upside down) Oliver jumping into the building. He smirked and landed on his feet, continuing the fight with Kywulf. He laughed at the vampire's foolish little arrogant comment, something about bleeding, and kept in the fight. If possible, he wanted to get to the woman. She seemed like a weak link, and he could possibly use her to escape with Oli. At the moment they were quite outnumbered with more death dealers coming, it appeared. Constantine grinned and jumped off the wall and threw his foot out toward Kywulf's ribs.

[Mikey]

"Ah, is the puppy angry?" Ash let slip. He usually prefered to stay silent, but it was always amusing to him when a lycan changed. He liked to think that vampires were superior because they did all their killing in one form. Lycans had to change into an overgrown mutt to do theirs.

When the lycan jumped at him, it was easy for Ash to duck out of the way. Lycans may be very fast and strong when changed, but presicion went out the window almost entirely. If you could manage to stay out of their reach, you would be ok. But if they got you, you were likley a goner.

As he slid out of the way, Ash ran his sword accross the belly of the beast. He had been hoping to disembowl the thing, but it was both fast and had a thick hide. The blade only caused a scratch the like of a paper cut.

Having learned from his mistake, he sheathed his katana while he was on his back, prefering to stick with the smaller wakizashi. A quick manuver later and he was on his feet. He took a fighting stance, the blade held ofer his head with the tip pointing towards the lycan. His left hand steadied the blade by holding the tip between his index and middle finger.

With his left ring finger and pinkie, he motioned to the lycan to come and play.

[.Merios]

The blade had slid over his body flawlessly and harmlessly- his hide was just too rough. He slid on the concrete a few feet before leaping to his feet, standing vertically. He looked at the vampire and roared loudly, saliva disgustingly sliding off of his large canines- he was staring at his next, salivating meal. He dropped to all fours and charged towards him, his jaws snapping wildly and a low, guttural, frantic growling creeping up from within his throat. He finally neared him and pounced again, but landing nearby and arcing backward, swinging his right paw powerfully inward, toward the man's abdomen, attempting to give the man a rather quick and precise lesson on the lower intestine's anatomy.

[Mikey]

Ash held up his small blade and, using the flat edge of the blade, blocked the sharp claws that the lycan sent towards his stomach. The force from the blow sent him stumbling to the side. After a few steps, he recovered. The lycan was still very close, and Ash did the only thing he could manage safley in such close quarters. He spun on his left foot and raised the right in a roundhouse, aimed at the lycans large snout.

[.Merios]

Within seconds, he reacted. The man's foot came up, and his head moved to the side and his jaws opened. Moments later, his jaws snapped shut on the man's ankle with one swift head movement. A normal wolve's jaw strength is impressive- the jaw strength of a warewolf would apply much more pressure and the fact that his own teeth were jagged and razor sharp- there was a lesser and lesser chance that the man's foot would come back at all unless he did something. Oliver's teeth were already at least a few inches within the vampire's thick skin and blood began to run out of the wound and soak the cloth and the inside of his mouth. He violently began to slide his teeth back and forth and shake his head. For the vampire, this would be a good time to get him to let go and not risk pulling back a bloody stump.

[Mikey]

Ash groaned through grit teeth. The lycans grip on his ankle was very painful, but he could contain it. It was something he had learned to do back when he was training to become a samurai. Still, he had to do something. His sword was still in his hand, but it didnt do much good against this lycan. His left hand was free, and he reached for something that would possibly do some damage.

The Glock 18 on his hip was ripe for the taking when he slid it from its holster. He was at an akward angle, but he was still able to get a few shots off at his intended target. All but one missed. The one that hit nailed the lycan in the side of the chest. Hardly a vital area, but the silver hollow point slug sould do its job of hurting the lycan enough to make him let go.

[Costa 2.0]

Kywulf moved out of the way as Constantines foot sailed past his head, a wooshing sound echoing in his ear. Picking up his dropped Desert Eagles from the ground, Kywulf then begins to fire at Constatine as he still flys through the air, trying to make sure that the silver nitrate bullets penetrae the Lycan's back. Looking over at the opening of the ally, he see's that Danika still stands there with her guns drawn. "GO BEFORE THEY GET YOU!!!!" Kywulf screamed at the top of his lungs to the woman death dealer.

[.Merios]

(Hey, you know better than that, "The Joker". A .50 cal with silver nitrate would destroy his body- that's god-moding. Man, I didn't think this kind of behavior would surface. I'm just going to make my character leave. That leaves LTI as the only Lycan. It's your guys' faults =/ not much of a storyline left now.)

Oliver scoffed and rolled along the ground backwards and sprung to his feet, growling low and pouncing back, disappearing into the shadows.

[Costa 2.0]

(Umm Merios...first off its not a 50. cal its a Desert Eagle. Second off he said TRYING to aim at his back so Bullets can miss)

[.Merios]

(You obviously don't know what a Desert Eagle is. It's a .50 Caliber Magnum. Also, it's not like he can dodge bullets. I'll let your rp play out, just keep it in line with the rules.)

[Mikey]

(Wait, how is it that him firing at Constantine effects you, Merios? Just asking. Isnt it just me and you fighting in our little brawl? And a side note, my character doesnt use nitrate bullets. Just solid silver.)

[.Merios]

(It just effects my status as a Moderator, is what it does. The way he worded it, it sounded like he hit Constantine. Also, I didn't know your bullets were silver and not silver nitrate. I may hop back into the rp later on, but I'm going to let tempers cool down. At the moment, me and LTI are the only Lycans active and all the vampires are getting cocky =P

[Mikey]

(Well, of course. Lycans are scum. )

Ash fell to the ground as the lycan let go of him. He fired off what was left in his clip at thge lycan, but he was well aware that all the shots would miss. He was never any good at shooting. Thats why he used swords.

He panted on the ground as he looked down at his leg. It would be fine later, but it still hurt like a son of a bi*ch. He wanted nothing more than to just pass out in the alley, but he knew that wouldnt work.

He got to his feet with amble help of the building beside him, and assessed the situation. There was only one lycan left, but there were several death dealers. He figured they could do this without him. Besides, he was in no shape to help out.