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He saw everything,so he leapt from his roof top to the hunter who threw the grenade.He was planning to bring him down,and hold him down,until every Lycan got a good tear at his flesh.While he was falling,he extended his claws and started to bring them down on the unknown hunter.

A smile grew on Alasdair as he smelled the upcoming fight. He paid no mind to Luther’s insults; his violet eyes had already fallen to Cosette, his concentration following with it. He was in the zone before Cosette raised her hand in objection; he also ignored the woman that had jumped before him. The vampire did not care about the other one; if he began attacking and she was still there then she would get cut up. It was not Alasdair’s job to look out for the safety of the other vampires if they interrupted in serious business.

Alasdair sensed the young Cosette using telekinesis. It was apparent because she maintained her hand outstretched. Only rookie psychic’s and void users did that, since they needed a way to visualize what they were creating. So Alasdair knew to be on the lookout for anything that might just fly towards him. And so something did, before Rayne cried out and duck, Alasdair was already in motion. It was convenient that the fast moving cloud of debris was heading towards him by his side, the side in which he held out his outstretched hand with sword in hand.

So with a swift movement, the vampire turned his wrist so that the blade was upwards and slashed. It was an upward slash intended to cut the cloud through the middle. If the cloud is cut down the middle then it would split and pass by either side of his head. But just as he began his slash he felt the face movement of a supernatural body headed towards him, he heard the scraping of the wind as a kick was winding up. Alasdair then made a quick decision to keep his fluent and graceful movement.

Alasdair slashed the gust of debris and continued the slash into a half moon slash that finalized on his other side, blocking the kick. The vampire’s violet eyes shifted from the cloud to Cosette, he did not intend on hurting her so in mid air he turned the blade of the word so that he blocked her kick with the blunt side of the sword. He turned his upper body with the fluid movement, it was bowing slightly to the side with the sword before him and his hand on the tip of the sword so that it could take the impact from her kick.

With the kick successfully stopped, Alasdair looked up to Cosette with the same smile from before her attack. He narrowed his violet eyes and threw his body weight forward, enabling his feet to be even lighter. With this he moved his leg to his back; he kicked at Cosette’s chest as his foot travelled along his back. While he attacked, he pushed towards Cosette with the sword so that it would force her to move back after the foot made contact or she dodged it.

When Jack had ordered Dusk to "Gaurd", Neasa had felt extreamly insulted, but she had licked Dusk on his snout in greeting when he nudged her with his nose. Then there had been the sound of multiple things falling somewhere else, she had been about to turn her head when her brain warned her that it was the sound of metal falling and most likely not her new prey, and before she could defy that thought she'd heard the ringing of some electronic. Needless to say, she was pleased.

Neasa barked what could only be described as a laugh, and then she stalked towards the sound, following Jack, not knowing he had wanted her to stay behind with Dusk.

Amelia sat on a roof top over looking a busy interstate. "How can everyone have such lonely feelings in a place like this?" She was referring to the people below, sensing their feelings with their body movements and facial expressions. It was one of her key hunting instincts. "The same emotions and dramas every night." She sighed. "It's so boring!"

((Sorry! It's just nothing was happening!))
Prometheus saw the Lycan jumping towards him, and jumped out of the way letting it hit the ground. "This is getting too out of hand." he said, mocking them sarcastically. "Anyways, I got to try out this new gauntlet." Prometheus laid down a flash grenade so they couldn't see where he was going and left to find out what's new with Amelia.

Amelia sensed a presence coming towards her and quickly melted into the shadows, her breathing decreased to almost nothing ans she hid silently.

((What kind of accent is that that Dusk has? It's very odd, but in a cool way.))
Neasa's ears flattened and she ducked her body close to the ground, fur rising in annoynce, even as she was blinded by the flash granade. She as in pain from the slowly healing schrapnel wounds, she was confused by Dusk's ability to use a psychic link, she was angry, she was feeling a bit more than moody, and despite all this she was still craving a fight. She pulled her lips back and bared her fangs, growling lowly. Don't get in my way, Dusk. She snarled mentally, hoping he heard her.

Once more she dodged around him, sniffing the air frantically. If she were lucky she could still get that hunters scent, she would still be able to track him down and make him pay for wounding her and for interrupting her fight. There was a bright side to this, though: Neasa wasn't angry at Jack anymore.

There was a momentary spark of glee when Cosette realized she had actually managed to catch Alasdair off guard, but it was terribly short lived. Before she even had the chance to consider a follow up approach in that brief flicker of vulnerability, Cosette realized all too late that after all his well learned practice in combat, Alasdair could recover awfully swift, tumbling over after a failed dodge of a back tuck and yet still, somehow managed to launch himself too high into the air and perfectly out of her reach. There was so little time to react. With the force of gravity now on his side, Alasdair was falling back to the ground with too much strength. Cosette, not thinking swift enough suffered a moment of indecision, hesitating a second too long. If she had been the least bit skilled, She ought to have been standing back at her full height; ready to land a devastating blow the very same moment Alasdair struck the ground; But her mind didn't work as swift as her body. Instead, Cosette did the only thing she could think to avoid being stomped or impaled; And dove sideways, rolling over the filthy ground for safety. It was in that very instant that a new idea come to her that might even the odds.

Cosette had always, possibly even in life possessed very persuasive manipulative talents. It wasn't until that very moment it became clear to her the possibility that those very abilities were also so powerfully amplified. Where before Luther's special drug, Cosette could merely implant the compulsive suggestion to fancy and favor her, she newly discovered with a flair of twisted excitement that her limits didn't end there. She could grasp the mind like she never could before, Not merely implanting nearly undeniable compulsions but evoke illusion.
With a such quick lithe figure, Cosette spun back around and upon the tips of her toes, She performed another graceful roll back towards Alasdair, drawing up short with her hands outstretched. It was such an unexpected and gentle move that Cosette believed he wouldn't quite know how to react. Any flicker of hesitation would be enough to trap him.
Touching his face was done out of habit to demand focus, But Cosette realized after the fact that it was no longer the sky blue of her eyes that captivated, but her mind alone that echoed the compulsion, a feel of earnest need Alasdair might experience to slow to a pause and hesitate despite his much better judgment. It was there she planted the seeds of illusion in the dark pit of his mind, where they grew and formed into a dull noise. It grew louder, angrier by the second, a deafening roar that would seize his senses. Cosette skillfully designed it to mimic the head splitting noise that she herself was constantly enduring and putting up with on a daily basis, But it was no hard task to intensify the roar; Building it to a painful, mind numbing, and ear splitting level. The magnificent illusion intended to grant Alasdair possibly the most distracting, awful and head splitting migraine he might ever experience.