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*It's speed was impressive and caught Livy offguard. At his punch she fell backwards.

Rogue was hit with the shot from the pistol in the arm. the bullets were nothing but regular bullets and she grimaced slightly at the pain then saw Livy on the ground pull a gun filled with the quicksilver bullets.

she shot directly after the Razor shot into Rogue. she hit his arm and saw the deadly bullets Cady had created causing their pain.

Rogue pulled one of her knives etched with magic and circled the Razor, growling a bit as she did so.*

*Rogue dove wrecklessly swinging the knife in an upward motion. the bullet wound was bleeding steadily and Livy seemed weak from not feeding recently.

Livy got up and stood there ready to fight take over if need be.*

*Maximillion, mild-mannered Maximillion, prepares. He had been saving energy recently, staying like a normal human. He was usually used to being the vessel of his master's plotting. Being built like a truck meant he made an excellent tank fighter, but he was used to slinking in the shadows. As Rogue and Livy fight the beast, he uses the chaos of battle as an oppurtunity to slip into Rogue's shadow. It takes a little bit of camoflauge, to avoid being noticed immediately, but it wasn't too difficult. And while he wasn't as fast as some demonic beings, Max had speed enough. More importantly, he'd come prepared. Would silver have an effect on razorteeth, as it did on true lycans? Max didn't know for sure, but he was eager to try. He moves in mirror-image to Rogue, his body behind hersl, using her for cover and using a simple illusionary technique to hide his presence qwhen her back was exposed.*

He threw himself back, letting go of her, but bit back a yelp as her blade slashed his stomach. He pressed the falt of his arm to his newest wound, wondering what surprises that scratch had in store for him. Unable to stop and unable to slow down, he circled her, looking for an opening. "Not bad."

He ignored the burning in the knife wound, aiming his pistol ehind him and shooting at Livy. He put it away as he ran at Rouge, and flipped over her, sliding on the wet roof to the other edge, using the rail as a spring board to jump back at Rouge and threw a kick right between her shoulder blades, not knowing that Maximillion was there.

*A subtle flick of his wrist brought his hand gun from his sleeve to the palm of his hand. So far, staying hidden had been simple. Now would come the tricky part. He didn't know if razorteeth had a weakness against silver, as true lycans did, but it was a try. He does not like silver very much- he much prefers gold- but he has prepared a barrel full of pure silver bullets. They were soft, yes, and they were expensive... but they would do. But because they were a weak metal, they would be quite deadly upon impact. They would shatterbones, but they would also shatter themselves. These bullets would not leave behind a simple bullet to be cut out and removed. They would spread out upon impact, and would be almost impossible to fully remove. If the razortooth truly could be hurt by silver, then this attack would be deadly... perhaps not instantly, but with time. And if it wasn't hurt by silver, the wounds inflicted themselves would be very painful. Perhaps it would be diversion enough for Rogue and the other to kill it.*

Oops, *he thought merrily.* I said I wouldn't be fighting, didn't I? I hope he forgives me...

*As Rogue is fighting in close proximity to the razortooth, Max bides his time... Rain pitter-patters on his fine suit which does not seem to be a suit anymore. It has changed into a much thinner outfit of black. By the same token, Maximillion's face looks much less human than before. It is a foul parody of humanity, a countenance of stretched play-doh. He still cannot be seen yet, but if he could, he would look very little like the Max this city had seen thus far.

When the razortooth moves, he moves. His arm spins out from behind Rogue, and aims. He shoots three times at point blank range- head, heart, lungs. BLAM BLAM BLAM. He does not need to see the razortooth to aim... he knows where he is by the sound of him, thanks to all of the splashing rain. Battles were a lot easier to follow when one's every movement threw water droplets all over the place.*

*Rogue dove off headfirst from the building after him.*

((I hope we are allowed to try and follow??))

((Go right ahead.))

He ran as fast as he could, the blood he was losing being washed away by the rain. He hoped they wouldn't follow, but knew that wasn't likely. If need be, he would kill himself so that demon wouldn't get his body. He looked back and saw the vampire following, and knew that the demon wouldn't be far behind. He ran for the Brooklyn Bridge.

((Jump to the Bridge.))