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Though Razu hadn't stuck around to wait for a reply she was able to communicate with him though he was out of eye sight since he was a lycan. However, she would lose communication with the human and demon who were fleeing once she could no longer see them. ~Thank you, friend. I'll make sure to keep you updated though I'm sure you'll be able to hear most of it. Just assure you aren't too closeby in case this monster loses interest in toying with me, you need to have a solid head start should you need to escape. I also advise you don't come back if something happens to me because if something does happen I'll more than likely be a lost cause. Just escape with as many as you can.~

While the monster transformed the subway into a chamber of carnage, Sibyl merely observed and made no move to attack the creature as of yet. She was not concerned about men in uniforms she'd seen on television for they were threats as far as she was concerned anyhow. However, when its crimson slits brushed over her form it felt almost as if it were tangible, as if his gaze was an extension of his claws raking over her form. She felt exposed and violated and yet the beast had done nothing except look at her. Sibyl recalled their last meeting all too well and she definitely wasn't looking forward to the reunion ...

Another growl let loose from her throat, this one more menacing as her muzzle lifted to reveal her rows of sharpened canines. This was a warning yet she knew as well as the beast did that it was laughable and comparable to a lion's roar to a kitten's mew. However, she refused to be intimidated simply because the beast before her was a personification of death and sheer power itself.

Her spine arched as her instinct picked up on its particular interest in her. She could feel it staring and wanting to smash her around like a small child with their favourite stuffed animal. That was what she was to him, a stuffed animal that he would play with until it ripped at the seams and all the stuffing fell out. Then he'd likely move onto a new play thing. Or perhaps it was more sinister than that and would prolong her torture, ripping off her limbs one by one and watching as she whimpered from the pain and bled out.

As she stared into the crimson slits of Soulvar she recalled her sister's premonition, her prediction. Sibyl wondered if it was destined that Soulvar would be her undoing or if it would actually be Jaden himself to kill her. Her sister's prediction hadn't been fully clear but it'd been clear enough to urge her to come to New York and spirit her little sister away from the thing that was apparently to be her demise. Either way, no matter what, she wasn't going down without a fight though she knew this was a battle she couldn't win.

Sibyl's voice sounded in Veroen's mind as she maintained her rigid stance, more than prepared for what was to come. It was clear she was prepared to be sprung into action at any moment, a true predator stood before the monster and yet she was reduced to nothing when compared to the vast monster. A tiny seventeen-year-old wolf standing between an ancient terror and her pack member's lives as well as so many more beyond Razu, Wolf's and Ceon's lives.

~I'm no fool, vampire. I know when there is a fight I cannot win. I'm not here because I'm fighting to win, I'm here to stall it to give my pack a fair chance of survival. Do you not think it is capable of following all of us out of the subway? If all of us run it will surely give chase and it will kill us from behind, any true predator will give chase to its prey. We would perish in feeble attempts to flee; he is built to be superior to us. I'm staying behind in an attempt to assure my pack members are safe. You should take advantage of my cover as well, vampire. If you linger he'll likely turn to you next.~

Sibyl was fully aware that her choice would most likely result in death. She'd be Soulvar's little rag doll with which he would do as he pleased. Of course, she wasn't going to make it easy for him to break her, he'd have to actually work to break her. From Jaden's stories this thing lived for agony, torture and it absolutely loved blood curdling screams. Too bad for this monster since Sibyl didn't scream.

~My pack is certainly worth protecting and dying for. It's my duty to them even if I am no longer their Beta. As I said, this beast will track us all down and kill us if we attempt to run, it lives for carnage and chaos. I've volunteered to stand against it to give my pack and others that are possibly innocent a chance to live. I don't expect you to remain. You should go, protect the others. You've no obligation to stay, I'm serving as decoy and it'd be a shame if you wasted your life over this. I've been face to face with this creature before and survived once, it's not likely he'll spare me again and I don't expect you to watch the bloodshed. I've got a healer with me to keep me going a little longer, you'd probably best protect him.~

Her amber eyes fell to the beast before them, her claws clicking against the ground as she waited in anticipation. However, she chose to move from her position and begin circling the creature. This was her opponent and she was his prey, this was strictly between them until the monster had devoured his prey and decided to move on. By then she'd either be mutilated beyond recognition and ability to function or she'd be dead and he'd claim her soul.

~While I don't usually ask for help the request for a little help still stands, Jaden. I'm really going to need it. I don't know if you can hear me but I suppose it doesn't matter. The outlook of this is pretty bleak so maybe I'm just losing my nerve and I'm starting to do what humans do and pray in an odd sort of way.~

Circling in the tight subways was a dangerous thing since a small step either way but the small wolf in reach of the dangerous claws, and even though the wolf was only armed with claws and fangs the red shards followed her as opposed to the vampire with the sword and guns. It wasn't really clear as why he was focusing on the smaller creature as opposed to the armed one, maybe he didn't care of his existence, maybe he was just more interested in the wolf.
The monster turned and crouched down on all fours, still hulking over the height of some humans, following the movements of the smaller wolf now, his large tail swishing in the direction of the vampire assassin.
Mouth dripping with blood Soulvar took a shuddering step towards Sibyl, claws scrapping the ground almost gently for a creature his size. Bracing it's back legs against the ground firmly it let loose another shattering roar as it prepared to lunge at it's toy.

Fun. A little plaything.
There was a crunching sound beneath his feet as he brought himself to bear. A small lunge for him and he was there, draped over Sibyls running form like a drape of midnight fur over her small body. With blood dripping from his fangs he practically fell upon her, nearly crushing her into the ground. Roaring gleefully at his prey, little more than a doll, Soulvar placed a paw over her entire body, claws actually hooking into the ground to keep her in place since he wasn't exerting even a sixth of his potential strength.
Soulvar was not a talker, only when locked behind the great black door did the urge to converse and remember emerge, and even now he wasn't about to verbally torment his prey. Leaning in he bit down almost gently on Sibyls neck, peircing her left shoulder in a manner that would eventually scar over, tasting her. It was a strange taste, something missing, still pleasant though.

The fangs that split souls like tissue paper dug deeper into the pour girl, dislocating her arm and fracturing her shoulder with the gentle and constant pressure put upon her. It was such a pleasant taste, soft and smooth like the petal of an orchid but with a sparkling taste of fruit soaked in spring water. Oh how wonderful it was, but there was something missing. It was strange to the creature.
A sharp stab occured in it's back and that caused it to ease off the pressure curiously. What was that? There was no one else around to make an attempt to save this girls life, why was he injured?
Releasing it's jaws from Sibyl the beast straightened itself up and felt the stab again, this time with blood trickling down it's back. That pain was unfamilar to it, though the wolf was aware of it. Strange, but stranger still was that lack of sustenance to this girl. She was fun, but for his romp he needed more.
Craning his ears towards the great tunnels he had turned into his instrument he listened. In some waiting with the poor wolf still pinned he heard what he wanted to. There was a squeal of breaks and then a start of wheels on tracks. One of the last trains of the night was starting up and moving towards their direction, still a long way off yet but that was little trouble.
Finally the great beast relinquished it's grip on the wounded animal beneath it before taking off, great limbs powering it like a bullet down the tunnels towards it's prey. Saliva flew from the massive jaws as the red eyes looked foreward to the subway, finally catching up to it roughly halfway between it's route.
At one point in this city an unleashed Soulvar had been struck by a speeding fuel tanker which then exploded, that had actually incapacitated it though not forcing it to loose conciousness.
This was nothing like that occasion.
Moving at a greater speed than the train the black creature was illuminated in the lights for less than a second before it lept into it's prey. The collision was catostrophic, greater perhaps than if the train and run into a wall instead of a leaping creature. The driver was killed instantly as the cab imploded with the force of the monster, skidding off of it's tracks and buckling with its continuing momentum. The remainder of the front cab were dead from the flying claws even as the rest of the train crashed and flipped onto it's side.
Among the scatters of the train and bodies Soulvar snapped its arms back into its sockets and set to work among the screaming, injured humans.
The end was not quick, though the screaming stopped early on. After over an hour there was no evidence of any humans left except for the gallons of blood painting the subway tunnels.
In the growing flames of the wreckage only one figure stood. A naked and scarred individual plastered in blood, his face a mask of red and his long black hair matted down onto his shoulders. Even though he was not human his hands still shook slightly, his claws rattling together as he stared sadly at the blood. Maybe he was just going to remain here and let the flames consume him like he had consumed the individuals here.

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When Razu approached the wolf she did not stir, she simply laid there along the tracks like a thrown out toy that'd been left to rot. Though her fur was drenched with blood and ragged from being handled by Soulvar she managed to appear almost serene as she laid there, graceful. It was clear she was a predator and while she'd been visciously wounded she still had the fight in her to continue on. A bite wound wasn't going to stop her or keep her down for the count.

There was not so much as a whimper from Sibyl when the alcohol was poured on her, she was feeling a little drowsy and when it was poured on her she flinched in slight surprise but it was a mild flinch. She laid there, very still as Razu tended her. She knew that she was losing a fair amount of blood since she was feeling drowsy but that wasn't what was on her mind at the moment. Her thoughts drifted and while they were slightly murky her instinct kept her focused. Jaden was still out there.

Her amber eyes had taken in the carnage that'd befallen the train and her eyes had not looked away for a moment. Clearly she'd been exposed to something or other previously to New York for she'd been completely stoic as she'd watched. The beast still had yet to frighten her despite its massive power and its definite ability to crush her without any effort.

~It's fine Razu ... Thanks for the help and staying behind, that was brave of you. I'll be fine, it's a very deep wound but I'll survive. I've had worse. I need to get up.~

In the midst of being healed the wolf that'd been so still mere moments ago was stubborn beyond belief and began forcing herself to get up off the ground. She used her three useable legs to get up but to walk she was going to have to apply pressure to her leg and the first time there was a subtle whimper that was barely audible that escaped from her. However, after that there was no protest from her other than her severe limp and how slowly she moved toward the wreck that had been the subway train.

~Jaden ...~ The voice of a loyal pack member rang through the figure's mind. The voice was even softer than usual but it was not quite to the point it was wavering.

In the distance, through the flames a small miscoloured wolf made its way toward him. By no means was it at a fast pace but despite the limp the wolf's pace was steady and purposeful. It was clear the wolf intended to reach the figure that stood in the midst of the wreckage.

Soon enough though it probably deemed an eternity to Sibyl, she was making her way steadily past the fire. Her paws couldn't hit the ground fast enough to keep her from feeling the heat of the fire licking at her coat but she was covered in blood and it was refusing to ignite into flame. The wolf gently huffed, clearly struggling to breathe and she forced herself to quicken her pace so as not to be consumed by the flames.

With one last leap onto the platform upon which the figure stood, the wolf situated herself beside him. A gentle but grateful whimper could be heard amongst the crackling of the flames as the wolf gently nudged the leg of her Alpha. Her coat was matted and dried and fresh blood clung to it. Her leg and neck hadn't been fully knitted by Razu so she'd reopened the wound but the wolf seemed not to notice. Instead she began licking his leg, starting to clear away all that remained of what had been the people inside the train.

Jaden finally let loose a whimper when Sibyl nudged his hand, still coated with so much blood that it dripped from his trembling claws. He was not in the proper mindset at the moment, far more fragile than usual.
Slowly Jaden began to move, tumbling over his own feet and off of his wreckage slowly down the tunnel. He really wanted to move away, something in his mind was a survival aspect that if he remained here then rescue services would find them in a few minutes. But more than anything he just wanted away.
As he moved away from the wreakage Sibyls wound gradually stopped bleeding, though the wound on his own shoulder he had made himself began bleeding more profusely. Such was the nature of the specific rune he had marked on her, the sudden proxemity to Sibyl had transfered the damage to his body so that she would be more likely to survive. It was an elegant trick but haden't been useful until now.
The furthur he tumbled away from the scene the more he began muttering to himself. Almost silent worlds parting through the drying blood on his lips, his eyes shimmering. If his tears hadn't dried up centuries ago it was clear that he would have been crying.