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Razu sharply told Steffon and Duke to attack the guy with the silver hose while Razu and Jaden took care of of the other four.

Razu himself neatly began to avoid the bullets and sliver water all the while getting near to his targets. While a million atoms* of silver fell into his fur but the uneven spray. The silver specks hissed as they hit Razu but it didn't slow Razu down one bit. He changed Tactics suddenly lunging at the nearest man tearing his throat out. He pelted back behind the pillar waiting for the next move.

Steffon stealthly crawled on his belly behind the hose holder. Snarling Steffon jumped up at the man biting deeply in the back of the neck crunching the spine with his powerful jaws. He jumped back singling Duke to snatch the hose.

Duke followed Steffons lead and took over the hose spraying the other men with sliver covering them completly. The two friends took off into the tunnel taking the hose with them.

(* Just for people who don't know: a million atoms barely cover the top of a normal sowing needle.)

((I do understand that they are NPC's, and that you are an Elder. However, in my opinion, and elder Lycan, that's immune to Silver, is godmodding. And the fact that they are wearing a silver/titanium alloy of armor.))

Jaden was about to hurl his corpse into the disorganized throng of soldiers when he froze. It was terrible. He felt like a wave crashed over him and pulled him down. Something was here and... dark.
Every hair on his tail stood on end as he began panting, trying to breathe without the oppressive presence but it was drowning him. Everything was so quite now, it wasn't a battlefield anymore, it was a cemetery. Something akin to panic was creeping into him as frost began forming in the area.
Jaden was old enough to realize when he was faced with something older than he was. The Wolf was not one to turn tail unless he had to, but survival was still paramount, and right now he wasn't sure if he could survive, after all the last time he had felt something like this he had nearly died.
His bloody hand yanked out of the soldier he was holding and he rushed forward, grabbing Razu roughly as fast as he could before going into full reverse and diving into the sewer, dashing away as fast as he was capable.

(( exit with Razu to the sewer ))

Nebiros felt four leave his aura, though they were not beyond his senses yet. Wolves. They were gnats, little better than the mortals left here, but they could prove valuable as of yet.

The shadowy tendrils of nothing stretched out to the remaining men. The fog in the tunnels swirling around their legs. The soft and holy voice was in their minds now, questioning the holy soldiers. They dare not refuse an angel.

The inquisition yielded little. A pawn only knows its own movements after all. No word of the cross that he needed but still a common word brought interest.



The name echoed through the entire tunnel system. A deep voice from no throat and without air, just the sound with enough strength within it to break the psyche. So there was an interesting person among this crew, she would be worth taking.

The frost was begging to crack and the soldiers wits coming to them slowly. That was fine. Why even bother with them? Oh yes... that was a reason, a gift and a message.

Within the dark of the subway tunnels many things shifted in the dark. The sounds were quiet but there. Without hands of his own the limits were extreme, and so the angels shadow was never without a cadre of his children. They were not true fallen but they served his purpose.

The twelve grey fleshed dead lunged from the shadows in a ravenous frenzy, their fathers will be done. A scene of horrific violence followed in the dark. Before they died the soldiers knew things worse from the normal deaths delivered by the nightwalkers as they were torn to shreds.

Nebiros watched the bloody scene with a sense of indifference, the entity had no love of his children after all, though useful they were. The satiated dead did as they were bidden and soon shuffled after the great shadow deeper into the oldest of the subway system. In their wake they left many words written in blood and carved into the cement and tile. They all came to the same thing.

Sinovia's lips curved upward as she drained a thrashing woman's blood. Her thick acrylic nails dragging through the skin on Sinovia's back, some of them even breaking off. Sinovia always liked a fight when it came to her meals; she found it rather amusing to play with her food. Although it was a disgusting location to feed in: the dirty subway restroom; Sinovia just couldn't hold in her hunger. As she held the woman against the wall of the bathroom stall, she could feel her body grow limp, and in response Sinovia drew her mouth away from the woman's tan skin. "You put up a good fight," she smiled into the dead, green eyes of the woman, "Had to slap you around a little before I could get a good hold of you." Slapping her around was a bit of an understatement, though. She wasn't that hard for Sinovia to get a hold of, she just liked to have fun with her victims. "Too bad it couldn't have lasted longer," her Russian accent was thick as she cooed into th corpse's ear, letting her shoulders go and watching as she slid to the floor, the wound on the back of her head smearing blood against the stall. Sinovia exited the stall, her high-heeled, black boots crunching through the glass on the floor, fixing her bright red lipstick as she smiled into the broken mirror that she had blatantly smashed the woman's head into as she passed.

Walking out into the subway station, Sinovia acted like nothing was wrong. Although the bathroom scene was a mess, she was surprisingly clean. Her clothes were left without bloodstains, even her white corset was spotless. She rubbed at the bare of her back where the nails had cut, and it had already healed. She checked the large, red belt that adorned her waist and made sure her knives were still hidden. With her tight black pants on, and her hair done in curls, her appearance almost matched that of Marilyn Monroe's. She decided to be fashionable this evening, and was proud of her efforts.

Sinovia casually sat on a bench, crossing her legs and entwining her pale, slender fingers together as her golden yellow eyes observed everyone around her. It wasn't long until the train arrived in the subway station, and she slowly rose from her seat and boarded it, smiling sweetly at a couple of old men as she passed them, and winked at a couple of young men as she sat down.

Layna walked cautiously through the dark, her eyes wide. She had never even been to the Subway before, and the part she was in was wet and dank. But she followed the numbers. People stared at her as she passed, walking on the train tracks rather casually. Her only problems was the trains. They nearly collided with her on several occasions until they seemed to head off in some other direction. She wanted her son so badly. He had been taken so easily, even from within her arms. Who could do such a thing? Everything was silent now, except for dripping water and the sound of scurrying rats. And another sound... Giggling.

Gabriel squealed happily as the strange woman tickled him. He wasn't sure what to think. One moment he had been in his mother's arms, the next in another's. Was it another game?

"Gabriel..." Layna whispered, pulling herself up onto the platform, her hair wet from the continuous drip from the stones above. "What do you want with my son?" She whispered, her eyes wide, livid rage banked only with fear. She had no intention of attacking, not with her son so close.

"Alone?" Layna repeated as she approached the woman cautiously, not knowing what to expect. Who was this person? How had she gotten Gabriel from her? "Messenger for whom?" She whispered, watching as Gabriel giggled, clapping his little hands gleefully as he bounced. He was having fun, and was unharmed, which allowed Layna to relax. He was alright. She had been worried to death.

"Master?" Layna said, confused. Gabriel giggled, his hands outstretched. "Mama!" He let out a squeal of happiness, the only way he could act when treated nicely. He was unafraid of where he was, dark and gloomy. Layna crept forward and knelt down a short distance away, still cautious, still careful. Gabriel was happy, even in someone else's arms. He had such a big heart for all species. What a rare thing, she thought with a soft smile. "But... Who is your master?"