-( The Bloody Dagger )- Get Da Fawk In Here!!!

[Orcus of Black Flames]

Berserker Charge: 8

His head shudders as their skulls connect. Orcus looks Bishop dead in the eyes and grins like a blood drunk maniac. Yes this is how combat should be! Two equals duking it out with bare fists to see who ends up on top. But... it would seem it is not to be. Before Bishop can make a grab for his junk Orcus's body tenses as he hears the distinct sound of gun fire. Through instinct alone his back carbonizes as his mountain skin takes effect but it isn't enough to fully stop the armor piercing rounds. The three bullets enter his back but only superficially thanks to his armor and embed themselves inside his back just under his scapula. His body jerks towards Bishop as he is hit and knowing that more bullets are to follow he quickly shoves Bishop with his hand that he has holding him trying to take him out of the line of fire. If successful Orcus would quickly spin around and slam his left fist into the ground while releasing some of his earth mana. A wall of earth will erupt out of the ground before him going just five feet high by five feet thick. More than enough to stop any more bullets in their tracks but leaving him having to remained ducked behind this makeshift barrier.

If however Bishop remained locked to his arm he would still spin away from the man and stomp his foot doing the same exact thing trying to protect them both from the gun fire. Funny how despite Bishop being his enemy he tries to protect him from being shot. Orcus sense of honor is so screwed sometimes he can't help but laugh at himself. Regardless in both instances Orcus will now be left totally open to an attack by Bishop if he so chooses to take advantage of the situation. Staying ducked behind the barrier of ground he grits his teeth as he concentrates on his wound. Slowly the three bullets are pushed out of his skin and fall to the ground. His back is caked with black blood but slowly the wound stops bleeding. Spitting blood off to the side he glares daggers at Bishop. "I would ask if he is a friend of yours but he'd be a shitty one to fire upon you as well. This situation is just getting more and more ******** as time drags on.." Despite having been in the heat of battle with Bishop just seconds before he is now completely relaxed in his presence in light of this new threat. It'll probably be his undoing though. Orcus is old school and was raised on a honor system that would probably be seen as archaic by these young creatures. But when you get attacked by an outside force the enemy of your enemy becomes your friend. So for now Orcus assess the current situation before going back to trading blows with Bishop.

As he peeks out from the cover he watches as one man with marbles attack the soldier and.. oh holy s**t. Orcus has never seen Gustav so pissed off. Well that's settled then. With Gustav on the war path he can go back to focusing on Bishop. Turning to face Bishop once more, if he hasn't attack ed him by now, he'll raise his left hand and point his index finger at his chest. "You. Me. Better area. With Gustav on the move we're likely to end up as collateral damage and I really don't wish to be ******** jumped again. So lets move." If somehow Bishop has remained docile up until now Orcus will get up and quickly dart off heading for one of the alleyways. In an more enclosed area it'll be easier for either of them to spot any potential annoyances before they get the jump on them. Plus it'll make things a little more interesting. His body shudders as yet another charge is built. More and more he feels that this is leading to something else. His powers are reacting to something that's making these unknown memories flash before his eyes. In two more charges he'll see if this is the case or not. And hopefully the two of them don't utterly destroy the area. Though in all honesty it wouldn't bother him too much.

Samayou Tamashii

OutlawD One

ImNoHero

Spooky Mittens

[Kizu Pantera]

[ The Butcher ]

Trinity_Dragontis

-He really hoped his kill wouldn't be that easy. If it was, then there wouldn't be any fun in doing his job/hobby. Kizu was still prepped and ready for anything this wannabe assassin would try and dish out, there were plenty things he had to take account for to risk the situation he put himself in and the big pay off was coming. Feeling the resistance occur along Vlads left wrist, that wicked left jet black sclerae started to into a dim glow along the goldenrod iris and his opponent would feel a sudden draft. With the pulling force from the tail creating a bit of a stalemate in the grappling, he channeled the energetic output of his elemental power into a strong wave emission that propelled the limb. While one of Vlads hidden blades tore out from his sleeve and he tried to go for a stab, Kizu would have it go into the motion he had planned from the get-go. Vlad unknowingly forced himself into being chicken winged with the blade itself missing it's mark.

The recoil from the release was strong enough rear his full weight back to have both of them land on their a**. Vlads right arm at this point would be just as stuck like an insect on a fly strip. Having this sucker trapped along the bicep, this guys forearm is pinned against his side and due to his legs being wrapped around him, his right knee would aid in locking down the right arms movement. This had Vlads right elbow nearly pointing back and slightly out from Kizus right side.If he really planned on finding ways to shank Kizu, he would be in a position of where he would stab himself or end up shanking the air. The right arm was locked at a ninety-five degree angle and any tricks "The Butcher" would have up his sleeves(Ha pun) that would involve potential stabbing, he would have to figure out how to get them pass that gauntlet to do any real damage.

If he really noticed about Kizus right arm, it was visibly the most armored equipment on him and all of his haven't even come out of the bag yet. The left arm around his neck would swiftly saw across his throat to let the infused blade slice it open. The moment he would feel and hear it cut through like a turkey dinner from one side to the other, he would quickly unhook his legs from around Vlad as the rest of the hold was released. The twelve golden needles would blitz towards the two to pierce through Vlad and withdraw into Kizu during his next plan of maneuvering.He would create an elemental propulsion from icy arches in his grind shoes and launch himself backwards , with a quick hard push off with his right armored hand to stand up and base his feet into a southpaw stance five feet away from the man bleeding out and choking on his own blood.

BOOM! An explosion occurred from the entrance. He noticed a big a** chunk of the wall flying at him with his right arm raising up, "OH SHI--!!!" A prismatic flare erupted from the Arctic Reaper, as the front of his body was smacked hard into being slammed back against the wall. The entire bar reverberated a billowing thud from the wall collision and Kizus frame would leave a bit of an imprint at the back of him. The wall projectile would start to break even more and crumble from Kizu forcefully pushing it off of him, and he would appear to strenuously peel himself off the wall in a bit of a daze. Of all things to get hit by, it had to be a ******** flying wall.

Groaning a little from pain and a bit of irritation, he slightly buried his face in his fingerless coated left hand and glared into the direction from which it came. The words of power he uttered during the struggle, was a protection spell that would be put to use when really needed. That moment was where it had to prove its worth, it somewhat dampened the blow to minimize the damage.-
"Which ******** did that!?"

[ImNoHero]

"Collateral damage my a**! ain't no woo woo s**t eva' keep me from cavin' a knigga' face in!"

The Russian Meta barked in a musing manner as his lust for violence and pain grew. Sure he was approaching his thirties now, and sure he was starting a family, though for now, while he still could. He had to keep fighting. Primarily a criminal gangster, along with some other big jobs incriminating his past, he was second a brawler. Prize Fighting was cool, cause everybody like money. But Bishop was so rich at this point, he no longer cared for pay with currency. He hungered to make those worthy pay with blood. Winning and Losing was far beyond him, he was in it for the violence purely, exploiting that underlying disorder buried in his genetic coding. The shoving of his form with his own arm wasn't fought, if anything it was used as if he planned to move the way he did all along, when in fact, it was a last moment choice. He yanked his arm back when freed and his arms dropped to his sides, as he watched his boy come crashing down on the scene. Perhaps him and Gustave were about to tag team Reaver without planning to...Too bad he wouldn't be able to see that s**t happen. Leaving his other weapons on his utility belt on the ground where they lay, he'd pick them up later. Otherwise he'd go to the stock yard to pick up replacements.

Snapping his head to the side, he spit out a wad of blood. His swollen jaw bled, his swollen forehead bled. His face already battered and bruising. And all he had managed to achieve on Orcus was a well planted uppercut. Now that they would be in a more confined space though, he was weary that he was still at a disadvantage compared to Orcus. Technically. Though at least he still held full charges on each of the brass BLAST knuckles, and his opponent still didn't know what they did if anything. He would plan it out for the right moment, for now it was still best to follow the mundane rouse. Besides, his wounds looked worse than they felt to him. His chrome teeth exposed in a sadistic sneer. With a quickened pace, he approached the alley way, keeping his blood and adrenaline pumping mighty fine. As he passed Orcus' he pivoted to face him the whole time, completing his jog to conclude backwards as opposed to forwards. As he backed into the alley he took note of things he saw. Trash cans, litter, wooden pallets broken and not, steel rods, pvc piping, old rusty paint cans empty and not. Maybe these things would serve purpose, maybe they wouldn't, it all depended on if he entered his Feral Mind or not. And even then, one couldn't be sure.

"Wha'cha waitin' fo'. Le's do it."

[[ The Butcher ]]

arrow The Front - Stalemate

Kizu's continued attempt to dispatch Vlad and escape the projectile coming after them would be thwarted once again as the elbow blade would miss its mark just below his own ribs but it was his next move that sealed it and put him in an even worse position. The blade aimed at his ribs would miss its original mark but it was Kizu's backward motion aferwards against Vlad after the attack that only managed to put his opponents left arm between his front and his opponents back allowing the blade to aim lower and sink into Kizu's gut instead letting Vlad brace himself against his lower back with his hand resisting the tail's intent with his leverage and strength allowing the blade to possibly reach all the way to his spine when both their combined weight hit the floor causing the weapon to be forced quickly and roughly into his belly probably not fatally wounding him in the process but still doing some damage from the razor sharp six inch blade attached to his arm under his clothes and it was keeping him in place causing him to have to hurt himself more to escape this.

Vlad would grin and wiggle his left elbow inside his opponent after it lodged inside and then slammed his head backwards after he felt the both of them hit the floor hard kicking up dust using his full strength which would rival that of Spiderman himself giving his opponent little room to get away from the force bashing him in his nose and mouth while his right arm continued to function regardless of being behind Vlads back pointing towards Kizu's left with his gloved palm facing backwards towards the Reaper with the front of his hand and wrist against his own back not hindering his ability to harm or cut into him in any way. His opponents knee holding his right wrist in place behind him would feel three knives enter his skin in quick succession sliding along his opponents forearm under his clothing shredding the Romani sleeve using a rail assisted firing mechanism but it was blocked by Kizu's body ensuring that he would be hit possibly cutting vital ligaments around his kneecap that would allow him to walk properly since these were not you run of the mill knives and could easily slice down to the bone.

His opponent may have locked his right arm behind his back but he was quite unaware of their capabilities and as his right arm was between them near his waist the blade would slide out again in an instant between their bodies ripping the back of Vlad's clothing when he lifted himself upwards and reached the blade out to stab into Kizu's coiled tail that was still around his left wrist reaching across his own back while the Assassin would turn his wrist sideways aiming and angling the blade at Kizu's hip and pulled backwards at his opponents waist once they hit the ground ready to separate them from each other and cleave him in half at the same time giving him ample wrist room to start cutting even if the gauntlet had a hold on him. While this was happening on the ground behind him he planted his feet on the ground and pushed himself upwards using the momentum to launch his lower body upwards bringing his legs and ankles high and pulling his torso with him attempting to slip out of Kizu's left arm hold and even if he was holding him he would be cut in two pieces holding on by just his upper half still attached by his arm and the elbow blade, once he completed the quick flip from the floor his feet would come back around towards his opponents head who was still on the floor and just a foot or two before impact two extension blades the same as the ones attached to his arms shot out with blinding speed from his pant legs and were aimed to pierce his opponents skull with both blades jamming them deep into his brain unless he got out of the way in time somehow.

After planting both high frequency blades into his opponents skull and the floor of the bar underneath aswell showing their lethality he would retract one of the blades and kick his opponents head one more time pushing himself away from the oncoming projectile made of concrete and steel letting what was left of his opponent take the full hit before two clicks were heard and both feet were planted on the floor a few feet away. If Kizu was still attached to him in any way he would make quick work of him possibly flipping him off his back towards the front dodging his light attack and dicing him up in the state he was in. If his opponent would try to slice his throat in this ordeal it would be a suicide attempt as he would find that with a little pressure and some down time thanks to Vlad's enhanced healing factor it wouldnt be a fatal one and only possibly occupy one of his hands to stop the bleeding until it could repair itself unless Kizu was going for killing both of them at the same time which could be a possibility in this situation.

Because his opponent decided not to treat his concealed bladed weapons seriously and ignored some things along the way it would leave him with a few decisions on what would happen next, he could slide under Vlad like he planned using ice and escape full decapitation and get him out of harms way allowing Vlad to be in the path of the projectile but he would recieve a few wounds or he could risk it and attempt to slice Vlad's neck while taking on the incoming projectile with full force risking his life even more. Either way one or both would be hit by the projectile and interrupt their fight bringing their attention towards to one responsible.

Kizu Pantera

Trinity_Dragontis

[Orcus of Black Flames]

Berserker Charge: 9

As Bishop's darts up to get in front of him he can't help but grin. This guy is a fun opponent. Even if he knew what Bishop tried to pull on him before he got shot he still thinks he's a fun opponent. He didn't try to pull any s**t on him when he tried to take cover from the armored man and for that he earned Orcus's respect. Hopefully if they don't tear each other apart they can meet again under different circumstances. Orcus is a fighter for the Garage first and foremost but he also has his own personal interests so he's always on the look out for potential allies even if they may be a little shaky. Orcus doesn't expect everyone to get along with him but if they are willing to fight along side him he doesn't give a s**t what they think of him.

Pausing before Bishop Orcus feels his power fluctuate even more. Orcus doesn't feel it or realize it but runes begin to form on his face that Bishop can see clear as day. The black runes are placed intermittently along his forehead, cheeks, and jawline. In fact by the placement of them they look like the placement of where finger tips would be if someone grabbed his face. The runes glow and fluctuate as if they seem like they are weakening which in essence they are. Still Orcus doesn't seem to notice the slight glow coming from them as if blind to them. But as the runes being to weaken due to his ever increasing mana build up more and more foreign memories begin to fill his mind. One of them he can clearly see his father as the massive demon stands over him with a massive sword pointed at him. What the hell was that? He never had any conflict with his father like that... did he? Orcus is progressively getting bother by this but again he focuses on the task at hand. Just one more charge is all he needs.

Squaring up with Bishop he tilts his head to the right causing his muscles to pop and his joints to crack loudly. Orcus enjoys his enthusiasm and his over desire for violence. Nice to meet someone who wishes to simply just fight and not stand around and talk s**t. Clenching his armored hands he begins to march towards Bishop purposely. His pace is almost casual as he walks towards the meta. But as soon as he gets with in range he plants his left foot and snaps his right foot up aiming the tip of his armored foot towards the side of Bishop's head. His lower half is still covered in his samurai style scaled armor so his foot is still encased in his standard armor. If the kick connects Bishop would probably get smacked into the nearby wall and bounce his brain around in his skull. The kick itself is a trap though. He is hoping that Bishop will get cocky and try to grab it and grapple him in some way. If he does Orcus would focus his mana through the portions Bishop holds causing his skin to slowly become super heated. Within seconds his skin would get to the temperature of a hot oven top which would make Bishop's skin blister and burn off if he continues to hold him. But all of this will only occur if Bishop tries to grab him. And even then it still takes a few seconds for him to reach that temperature so Bishop could potentially attempt something before he becomes too hot to hold onto.

ImNoHero

[Samayou Tamashii]

[ Reaver ]

[You never expect something you trust to turn on you....

.....but fear not my Brothers, you are not alone]

[X]-[ Reaver
[X]-[ Outside The Bloody Dagger
[X]-[ Engaged....

Just as his aim was true he would feel something ping off his powered armor. The Iso-Particle shielding ricocheting small projectiles that at first he could only assume were bullets. He turned on a dime, taking a knee as a few of the....marbles!? He could not believe it but marbles had been shot at him near the speed of light, from a man about 50 feet away. Reaver would take aim as his HUD display searched any and all Gaian Database for information on the man. Normally he would just fire but he had orders to refrain from killing BIshop or any of his allies....and it just so happened.....

His HUD pulled up the man's file and the target's affiliation with Bishop made him a friendly. He lowered his rifle as his com channeled opened, but this was no ordinary com channel. A Cybernetic Psion infused link into the central part of his brain allowing him to tap into this Gable man's mind. Like a gentle whisper in his ear Reaver's almost mechanical like words would cross the distance. "Cease fire, your target is Friendly. Objectives are to keep Bishop and Kizu alive and Protect Vladimir at all costs. Targets to Kill Identified as Orcus and Gustave."

Just as he said the name mechanical groaning and chimes of metal screeching reached his ear set. Turning once again on a knee to see a mechanical monstrosity lurching his way.....

OutlawD One

...

Spooky Mittens

...

"R" War is only a symphony of Horror, followed by Silence and Tears....."

Codename: Reaver
Age: Unknown
Race: Humanoid
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 301 lbs [With Armor] 407 lbs

[Cookie Faerie Princess]

Anvry softly sighed as she felt something not right inside the building. At first she thought that it was just an itching feeling but knew better that after an hour that the itching feeling in the gut of her stomach didn’t go away as it was still nagging at her. Before they had all gone out together to this massive fight she had Gustave place an invisible tattoo tracer that would link her to all the fighters that were The Garage. Once these tattoos were destroyed they would pin point her to an exact location. It would seem that this time it would be inside the building on where she would feel the pull coming from. Biting the inside of her cheek she would resist the regress as she came out from being intangible. Stretching her limbs she would look about as she wanted to make sure no one was on her trail or her sight. As far as she could tell everyone else who was involved was now either fighting with someone else or they were in the building in which she was heading towards.

Saying a silent prayer to herself she would close her eyes and open them up as she would suddenly ‘pop’ five feet away from Dante whom she had never met before until now. His tracer was the one that had been destroyed and thus it sent her here with his frame propped up by the jukebox that was still playing a song. His body was gutted and drained by whom exactly she didn’t know all she knew was that he was in bad shape. Ignoring everything else that was happening around them she would crawl over to him as she was being careful of coming into someone else view as she didn’t need them to be a target for now. She reached out to the side of his lips as she wiped away the blood that dribbled from it. Placing the warm palms of her hands on either side of his face she would hold it so he would take a good look at her just to make sure he would take the hint that she wasn’t a hallucination.

“Well...don't we look pretty....I don’t know if you can hear me or not but we need to get you out of here. Get yourself together and let me know that you are still here with me a blink of an eye or anything will do.”

She bit down on her lower lip as she tried her hardest not to pay attention to his gutted stomach. Whoever had done this to him had definitely done a great deal of making sure he would suffer, if he was to make a full recovery it would take a miracle just to sow him back up.

Leonardo -S- Virunas

[ImNoHero]

Assuming Bishop was likely to go for a grapple was a 50/50 shot. He was an aggressor, pressing on and on until one man was left less demolished than the other. Fighting dirty to get by anything. Then again, Grappling as a whole was more a weakness to him than a strength. He had learned some minor ways to combat the most basic holds, and execute some with moderate ferocity, though it simply wasn't his forte. He was a striker for sure. Through years of experience, Bishop was pretty well versed in physical combat. Especially straight up hand to hand. This would easily be one of them moments where he would show the intense combination of his Hyperkinesis working hand in hand with his Compound V. Topping it all off with his favored fighting style, Krav Maga. Of course, he had studied each respective style separately that went into the Survivor style of combat, and he had plenty of other bits and pieces he had tossed into it just because he had experienced most of them and directly felt the effects.

That right snap kick came in, and the worst mistake Orcus made was going for a high kick to re break the ice. It was a bad opening offense against someone like Bishop, because it left you wide open for that short moment. Bishop would choose to abuse his greased lightning speed in evading the kick by ducking under it, he bobbed to further to his left and forward to surpass the kick with one step taken with his left of course. Though without pause, his right foot lifted in tow, only to swing around and stomp back to kick Orcus harshly in the back of his left knee cap. Regardless, his right would follow through with the motion, driving down until it made purchase with the Earthen crust below. With or without the mild to moderate damage possible from his size 12 steel cleat boot driving into Orcus' joint, The Russian made transitioned straight into slight crouch with a fierce twist of his body, his right wist and elbow aligned about his midriff, his left hand palming his fist as he torqued, reinforcing a harsh elbow strike that would hit him roughly between the shoulder blade if he struck him with out the kick helping, the head if the kick dropped him.

He knew this would be like bee stings to a bear as the man began looking more and more like a tale from the crypt. Bishop would be cautious and weary, calculated as long as he could before succumbing to his Feral Mind. That was the difference between his berserker state and Orcus'. Where Orcus built power off of anger, pain, Bishop's power came from fear, and the will to survive. More adrenaline came through fear, and Bishop was testament to that. Though a meta, the will of a human was strong, so strong, it could often exploit impossible feats in moments of great distress, often allowing them the ability to over come any and all obstacles they faced. Orcus would likely her few words from Bishop here on out, this fight was getting underway, and Bishop wasn't very chatty unless it was a friendly spar. While not a death match, it was still more of a brawl than a friendly spar. It seemed both fighters had no want to kill the other, however, once these men went all freak out, there was no telling who would do what.

[Spooky Mittens]

Mana Pool:
White:
Blue:
Red:
Colorless:

Tapped:

Gustave would casually pass his machete from his left hand into his right as he continued to stomp forward. His body seemed to swell with power as the full arsenal of his mana finally returned. A combination of the oil's tampering and the flow of memories and emotion from within Gustave's mind had acted as a kind of purge for the silence effect that was preventing his use of magic. Feeling the mana of his connected lands only hastened this process. As he approached, Gustave's recovery would become complete and his movements were no longer laborious. Gustave did not fear his foes weapon, and his armor would be considered little more than a nuisance. He was out for blood, and Reaver just happened to be the first target in his sights. Gustave paid attention to his foes posture and weapon, ready to carom it's projectiles at the slightest twitch. Gustave would move counter clockwise around Reaver if he could, casually striding to the right as he advanced forward.

"You will wear that metal skin forever, peasant."

Gustave would taunt, his bass voice peeling out across the street as the aether and oil around him would suddenly disperse. Blue flames licked the air around Gustave for but a moment as sheets of black sludge slapped against the pavement.
Gustave's movements became suddenly fluid, almost graceful as though he were light on his feet. Despite his great heft, Gustave's limbs were strong artifacts assisted by servo motors. The slightest movement was amplified greatly, allowing the creature to carry himself around as though he were only half the weight he really was. A ranged strike would not come from Gustave as he approached. Instead, he would begin preparations in his mind for a sequence of actions to come later when the gap had been closed further.

Regress Target Intangibility: Spent
Regress Cooldown: 6 turns remain
Silence Status: Recovery Complete

Samayou Tamashii

[Trinity_Dragontis]

White Queen Assault Mech

As it only seemed that the two would choose to continue to scuffle between themselves as the large chunk of wall would come in to collide upon them, this was the moment that meant everything in this mission. With both fighters likely soon to need to peel themselves from the wall, despite what injuries they may have had beforehand they would find themselves in something else entirely then they would expect. Opening portals upon the wall where they should be colliding, the intent for the White Queen was to capture them both. Given the likely collision occurring, both fighters would likely soon find themselves separated and in a cell like rooms for injury treatments. The goal of the Queen was not to aggravate the current battle, but more to bring it to a close. With the likely capture of the two leaders in this particular fight, perhaps a cease fire could be arranged.

Should the capture be a success, the next goal of the White Queen was a difficult one with the current escalations, she was to prevent the fatalities of the other fighters. Things would have been a lot easier if this was a simple kill mission, but preventing it from both sides among fighters at each others throats? This was a true test of not only the suit and the gained abilities, but of the wearer as well. Given the chaos outside, this wasn't something to run out into the middle of expecting it all to go well, so she would spend the time preparing and charging for the next interjection, watching and waiting for when she would need to act to save the fighters from themselves.

Kizu Pantera

[ The Butcher ]

[Samayou Tamashii]

[ Reaver ]

[You never expect something you trust to turn on you....

.....but fear not my Brothers, you are not alone]

[X]-[ Reaver
[X]-[ Outside The Bloody Dagger
[X]-[ Engaged....

Peasant? Metal Skin? "This isn't the 16th Century, get with the times." With a flip of his thumb the assault rifle changed it's primary firing to secondary as the knelt warrior hip fired a ranged onslaught. From just below the elongated barrel of his rifle a small tubular section would unleash a small spinning round that traveled the distance between the two in a fraction of a second. However the arcing round would explode mid flight, reigning down a brilliant wave of blue flaring light that hissed with solar heat. Like white phosphorous or mustard gas it would envelope the entire area around the mechanical machination from hell. Attempting to drape him in blue thick particles from head to toe no matter which direction he tried to bolt in.

The Malgnarium round was a unique mult-verse weapon used normally for anti vehicle or building assaults. The white and blue hot chemical mixture burned like molten metal and the small ionizing particles would drift onto armored tanks or fortress and burn through the plating like a tissue in a candle flame. The original application was for one man to be able to stop a tank, armored ATV, or even if aimed properly, a helicopter dead in it's tracks. It could burn through steel doors, melt metal, destroy engine blocks and wreck havoc on any armored transport it was sprayed on.

In this case it was going to be Gustave who in and of himself was an armored tank in ways. The Soldier would shoot, turn on a dime and run, seeking to find cover from a distance rather then tangle with the beast head on. In his mid stride he pulled the pin on a small frag attached to the bottom left of his jacket, dropping it as if it was but a piece of trash only for it to release a cloud of smoke. Covering his escape to ensure he could hide and maneuver with out fear of being chased down like a dog. If this ancient metal monster wanted to kill him, Reaver was going to make him work for it.

OutlawD One

...

Spooky Mittens

...

"R" War is only a symphony of Horror, followed by Silence and Tears....."

Codename: Reaver
Age: Unknown
Race: Humanoid
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 301 lbs [With Armor] 407 lbs

[Orcus of Black Flames]

Berserker Charge Complete. Status: Unleashed.

It was a rather novice mistake on his part to be sure going for a simple kick like that. Bishop is fast and he should have anticipated a dodge instead of a grapple or block. Plus Bishop isn't an idiot either and a skilled fighter. He can' afford to underestimate him. All of this goes through his head the split second his attack missed and before he can gather himself Bishop is on him. The swift boot to the back of his knee brings him down in a hiss of pain as his leg folds. No matter how strong someone may be or how big they are hitting the back of the knee will always bring them down. And Orcus is no exception to this rule. Falling to his knees he tries to quickly roll away but Bishop's elbow smashes between his shoulders. The wind is harshly knocked out of him and he falls forward. Slamming his right fist into the ground Orcus stops himself from falling completely. ********! Teach him to be a dumbass during a fight. Orcus grits his teeth in anger and pain and gets back to his feet. He keeps his back to Bishop almost allowing him to attack him again. But that would be a mistake at this point. All of his energy has at last been gathered.

The first change isn't a physical one but an environmental one. Within a ten foot radius of Orcus the air begins to heat up and seem thin. If Bishop is in this radius and remains in it he'll have a harder and harder time breathing. The temperature rises higher and higher to the point that the asphalt in the ally way begins to give off a shimmer. As this point if Bishop hasn't back away from him he would get engulfed by the sudden explosion of fire the encompasses Orcus's entire body and area around him. The searing red and black flames eat at everything around Orcus and travel up the sides of the buildings they are in between. Trash and any other debris is ignited and would spread if left unchecked. A low growl resonates from Orcus as all his mana is unleashed all at one. Only his outline can be seen beneath the flames as he stands there slightly hunched over. The crazy seal on his face shines brightly even through the flames until suddenly it explodes in a brilliant glow of blue and vanishes.

As this occurs the flames surrounding Orcus suddenly implode into him casting him in a large cocoon of fire. His body can no longer be seen within the oddly oval shaped ball of flame. The heat being radiated is intense but seems as though it is contained within some invisible barrier. Even the flames don't lash about naturally and remain in the oval cocoon. But after about twenty or so seconds, enough time for Bishop to ponder what the hell is happening, the oval explodes outward releasing a wave of heat and air that puts out the flames in the area completely. Once the area settles from the sudden burst of energy there is a new sound. The tell tale sound of the flapping of wings.

Orcus now stands before Bishop changed. But not overly drastically as one would think. His long read hair has now taken on the appearance of a long, spiked up mane with black streaks going through parts of it. His body only looks slightly more bulky but the biggest change is the pair of red and black feathered wings. The under plumage of the wings being red but the top being black. Within the alley way he can't stretch them out to their full twelve foot span. They almost look angelic but considering what they are attached to they are anything but.

Turning his head to face Bishop Orcus's face seems to have taken a small change. His skin looks a little more haggard, more aged. His eyes look upon Bishop like a creature with firm resolve. But suddenly he would look away from Bishop towards the Bloody Dagger. His brows would furrow and he frowns. Wrapping his body in his massive wings leaving only his head exposed he begins to walk towards the building. But as he does so his deep, authoritative voice resounds through the alleyway. "I don't know who you are but thank you. You pushed me to the point that I was able to break a seal placed on me. You have my gratitude. I can't keep this form long due to other seals activating so I'm grabbing my sister and leaving. This wasn't my fight to begin with and I shouldn't have come here. But I'm pleased to have met a capable fighter like you." He turns his head to look Bishop in the eyes. His expression seems neutral but it's clear he seems pissed about being here for the reason that he is. "Consider this your victory for now. I can't face you to the fullest while being distracted by the safety of a family member. I hope you can understand. But if you wish to face me again seek me out at a Vampire Tavern called the Mistica Conac. I work there and I'll be happy to face you properly then." Orcus would give Bishop a slow nod before continuing on his way towards the Bloody Dagger. He's pissed that he can't finish this battle with Bishop but this isn't the time or the place. There is too much s**t going on and there is too much potential for collateral damage. So no he wont continue this. He will suck up his pride, claim his loss, and leave.

As he makes his way towards the building he glances off to the side and spots Gustav charging after the armored man. Without slowing his stride he calls out to Gustav in a booming voice. "I'm grabbing Anvry and leaving." This was a statement and not a request. With his true memories now returned to him this is the type of fight he would never have agreed to before. All these men for one guy. This wasn't honorable. Even with all the help Vlad has received they wouldn't be here if they hadn't come at him with such numbers. So he's going to grab his sister and leave before unnecessary blood is shed. As he makes his way to one of the many holes broken through the building he steps in and looks around. It doesn't take him long to spot Anvry crouched by the fallen Dante. Making his way through the building he will walk over to her and pause a few feet from her. Anvry will not only notice the massive pair of wings but knowing Orcus like she does she will know right off the bat something is different about him. He doesn't seem like his normal self. Looking down at Dante he scowls slightly and remains quiet for a few seconds as he seems to think quietly. But eventually he looks back to Anvry, locking his crimson eyes upon her. "Grab the creature. We are leaving." His voice comes out more like an order than a request as he turns around and begins to make his way back towards the blown out wall he came in from. As he walks back he can feel his power fluctuating. It feels amazing to be back at his former glory but he knows it will be gone soon. Two other seals are on his body and they will activate soon sealing away a majority of his powers and abilities. Eventually he may be able to break these seals but it's going to take much patience and training. Damn Belial and Vax. And damn that Serek too! They may have saved his life by doing this too him but being rendered this weak is humiliating! He'll pay them back in full once he gets his powers back. But for now he can still stop anyone who tries to get in his way or goes after Anvry as they try to leave this place.

ImNoHero

Super Mayjestic

[ImNoHero]

Damn. They had only just begun, and already it was over. Bishop's face shifted into a scowl, obvious distaste in his match being robbed from him. But he wouldn't blame This demon creature thing. Family after all came first, even for Bishop in his right mind. Lucky for him he would avoid the bulk of the heat vortex, followed by the flames. As the aura of his opponent shifted into something much more fierce, Bishop refused to pause after the elbow crashed into the man. He continued to turn to face Orcus, taking a leap back as he would emit a large flow of heat, followed by FLAME ON! Spitting out more blood, Bishop thumbed his nose as he snorted up some blood before wading it up in his mouth, spitting it out before he would chuckle and shake his head.

"b***h made..."

He mused to himself, knowing they would likely see one another again in the future. In a more fitting environment none the less. Best part was he still had yet to use his BLAST knuckles, the element of surprise strong on his side. Walking back to the front of the Bloody Dagger, Bishop first re-equipped his utility belt before retrieving his mace. With the mace head still out on that extra foot of chain, his finger depressed the same trigger button yet he held it in. The mace head was reeling back in as he viewed that Gustave guy attempting to go HAM on this soldier dude. Saint was on the scene as well. Looking to the large hole in the wall, Bishop decided it best to enter, nothing outside interesting him any longer.

Orcus was saving the woman he saw outside with Gustave long with the man that was practically fileted and flash fried on the ground. Some bionic women was putting in work on Kizu and Vlad. Slow yet steady, his steel cleat boots thud upon the floor with each step he took, approaching the trio as his mace head would fully reset to it's starting phase. Simply holding it down to his side, his arms hung naturally, only for him to come to a halt about 25 feet back. He silently watched and listened for all of this to unfold. His time would come soon enough.

[Cookie Faerie Princess]

Anvry was watching the chaos that revolved around her. She wanted to so much to step in but stayed in her spot along with Dante as she waited for him to tell her something that could help him in the situation that he was in. Her eyes were on Vlad and Kizu for a moment before she would see a familiar figure steeping into the building as he would pause a few feet from her. Something was definitely off about him as he grew a massive pair of wings but not only that it would seem he had aged. Still she didn’t know whether this was really the same Orcus she had come to respect and feel protective over. She balls her hands at her sides as she was ready to take him out if it needed it to be but when he locked his crimson eyes with her own she knew that it was still him. Listening to him she would grab Dante and follow Orcus as he would know more of the layout of this place than she would. Once they would make it outside she would look closely at Orcus.

“We can talk about this new you later, but I should get Dante to safety. I can teleport both myself and him with me. Want me to come back for you or would you rather fly there hm?”

Serek the Creeper