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The only problem to that fiery rain of hell, however, was that what was actually left of the flames would be mostly put out by the steam that bursted out from his results. Water is a great source for absorbing heat, and able to diffuse a large amount of the heat that came from the explosion, the potential damage the fire had initially can be greatly reduced to a mere sizzle.

Not to mention the sheer pressure that had exploded out the fiery tornado, the fuel source for the fire was mostly cut off - leaving what was left of the falling embers to be minute in appearance; unable to burn continuously without some form of dry ground for it to burn on. While the steam by itself is lethal enough to cause dangerous burns to those who come close in contact with it, having thrown it airborne, the swordsman used the property of rising steam to diffuse the vast majority of heat into the air - leaving the ground beneath the epicenter mostly undamaged and unscalded by the extremely hot vapor.

Those vapors that did come close to where the swordsman and his teammates are were already cooling down from the surrounding air, the flames that came along with it already starting to sizzle out - being dissippated by the swordsman's water.
Besides, the swordsman's former teammates are certainly well enough to brush of some remaining flames that refused to be put out should they come in contact with the remnants - meager as it may be.

People may criticize that the swordsman had done something drastic. But, had the swordsman been conscious of it, he would have simply pointed out one simple thing -

- the madwoman's fire was gone.

Gutteral, animalistic was the snarl that would suddenly give a rattle to the earth beneath Roen's boots. Vile and abominable was the very scent so pungent as his aura, for lack of better word. Mixed were the effects caused by the presence through the varied persons gathered in the area, as varied as the species and abilities of the potential opponents gathered around him, from a lust encouraging orbit, to a wrenching, intoxicating nausea of a violent degree.


"What, Devil man..."

Extraordinary, the way his voice would flow on ethereal waves of grace into one ear with such effeminate charm and stoic melting majesty. Yet through the other ear, it was harsh and oppressing in the most beastial of tones. His presence was one that took a firm, suffocating hold on reality and time, and demanded it bend to his will, making moments seem like weeks. A presence that antagonised the pride in all, and probbed the ego, kicking down the walls of all senses extra-sensory or otherwise. Such was the effect of his simply standing there, his back up against that of the Devil's. Corbin DeSeer the Diablerist king, Antediluvian monstrousity and Syn Ego, archivest, grand educator and elder of the clan, DeSeer.

All together irate was the Cainite's mood beneath his afore mentioned preternatural effects on the atmosphere. It was the middle f the bloody day, and he had been perfectly content with the articles on Garou mythology and history set before him in his sickeningly decadent parlor, an outlandishly old bottle of wine before him and a gorgeous cigar of rare quality just cut before him. That's when he had recieved the call, only an inch from setting the rolled leaves between his indigo hued lips. Wwhat a travesty the fact that all others had been otherwise occupied or absent at the time. One brother in the Asian regions, another in torpor, one absent for some extensive period of time now, and as fr the subordinates beneath Corbin directly, they were under strict direction to not set foot out of his labs until the havok reeked upon them had been rectified, and complete functionality had been restored. Beyond that, they were honestly useless.

So it had come to this. The devil, such a fan of the Matriarch, and her of the devil, would feel the chilling brush of Corbin's body temperature against his back through the garments he wore, and the almost second skin like black suit the Diablerist creature wore. Perhaps 5' 7" in height at this point with his thumbs tucked under the straps that layered the holsters on either hip, each carrying more of a cannon, than a pistol known as Longinus DeSeer ARMS, the archivest stood begrudged as he was the unfortunate creature most able to attend this affair.

With an incline to the ground with his brow, Corbin didn't grace the scene with open eyes, a case of fortune for any that may have made direct eye contact with him, however as that primal snarl did force the damp earth to tremble as if in terror, he was perfectly capable of, and did in fact survey the surroundings, and potential combatants with curt interest. Ash, charcoal, mud, fire, rain, steam forestry, blood and fallen. One, so harshly beaten he wasn't far from the embrace of death.

What on earth had the Devil deemed such an emergency. Did he expect assistance in this bout, or perhaps aid in a retreat. Neither would particularly please the old Warmonger, though Roen hadn't perhaps thought for even a moment that Corbin, of all the clan members, would show up. A beast of such inhuman interests and anti-social tendancies.

Regardless of the Jaeger's expectations, the one of two Antediluvians in the clan was here, and willing by default to participate.

"Why am I here, Jaeger, before these paupers and worms."

"Just when the climax is reached, two more actors arrive on the stage. Heh, this must be my lucky day. And here I thought that I was going to have to slowly play with those two before letting them die just to keep me entertained."



"This sword has the power to destroy this world. The flames of Hell will wash over all that is living and consume anything in its wake. What I have used was only a small measure of what this weapon is capable of. There is still so much left untapped within this one weapon that I wonder if even I can withstand controlling it. Only a diety or a god could probably wield such power...then again...if I must become a god to bring destruction...then so be it."

((Sorry if I never told you. This is sort of a story thing. I am not saying she cannot be taken down. Only, it will be harder since she has been given a power boost from the one behind all of this. Your characters just happen to be in the midst of this. I am mainly waiting for Maria's post to continue on things. For now, Trinity is just attacking whatever is alive.))

((Yes, harder is an understatement. But alright. Story and all that...

But I still seriously doubt that with that steam attack Snow did earlier, she's COMPLETELY UNAFFECTED. Same with those jabs-leather only does so much, and IGNORING PAIN only does so much. Arian has a high pain tolerance too, used to being beat to s**t-but that doesn't mean she can run around now, even though she can push pain aside-it still affects the BODY, the fact of it being DAMAGED.

Ya know?

But okay. It's alright. But don't say it's just 'harder'. That's an unfair description. Anyway. *Twiddles fingers patiently*))

Death was a small note to compare when the swordsman is still breathing - despite labored breaths under his exhaustion and wounds. Feeling some wet sopping cloth being covered over his body, the swordsman couldn't budge from his position, much less make any comments on how he was faring.

By all means, it was a miracle enough that he's still conscious after all that ordeal.
His hand slowly crept forward along the damp ground to grab hold of his katana, idly laying close to his reach.

"Urgh..."

Even on the ground, pain coursed through his body, robbing him of his motions and the things he can do for the time being. But despite all the setbacks...
The swordsman couldn't just give in.
No.

He MUSTN'T give in.

Move...!

The swordsman tensed his body, as if trying to mentally fight back the pain through sheer willpower.
That got him nowhere, and only added more to the influx of pain he's enduring.

...Move...!!

The devil, was acting very differently by comparison to the last time the two had met. To the best of the Diablerist's recollection, it was in the shrine. That might be the cause for some of the suprise he sensed in the ally, the last time he had seen Corbin, he was a much larger, denser being with a crystal like cerulean hide. Then there was the obvious fact that Roen had apparently be read in on Corbin's prior, and current status. To his credit, the Devil played his part well, Corbin was known for his pride, after all.

His eyes fell to the man prostrate before him. Weak, beaten, bleeding. Then, the loud one. The mouthy little kine female. He might've taken a bowling ball size bite out of her chest right there and then, if she had been talking to him. Thankfully, for her sake, she wasn't so it was instead with a slightly angled roll of his head the predatory beast threw a glance in Trinity's direction.

That stern, ominous expression cracked slightly, showing through a glimpse of ravenous want for power, blood, despair, glory and struggle. War, in short. That much was shown in but a vicious smirk that brought a passing banner of light over his mismatched eyes, highlighting the inverted scarlet and raven. Another second passed by, and Corbin had made note of the individual's presence. It wouldn't be long after this affair, she would perhaps notice eyes and ears all around her. For now however...

He snarled in the most animalistic tone at Roen's plea for his allies to not be eaten, such a tone and ressonance wasn't possible with a human diaphram or throat, further proving that he was no man. He did however repel his vision from the approaching woman making such rediculous claims, and instead zero in on the woman, identified now as Arian. How amusing, the name was to him.

"You're all coming up roses, I'm not so very hungry for the time being."

With that, Corbin took a step forward before hismid section piveted at the hips and he snagged a fistful of the fallen man's hair with his right hand, yanking rather unceremoniously so as to drag him the next step that brought him upon the female, Arian. Strange as it was though, the tugging on the man's scalp would hurt for only a moment, before he felt no pain at all, through out his entire body infact. He would however also find himself, completely paralyzed.

"M'lady..."

The Antideluvian's Tail snaked without care for personal boundaries suddenly up Arian's left leg, the same effects being instilled in her, as Corbin's touch was embodiment of the Discipline Obeah, and it's art Anaesthetic Touch. Not, one of his most commonly innitiated techniques, concidering henever had any real wish to grant anyone relief of pain, and there were far more interesting and amusing methods for instilling paralasys.

The moment the rather heart shaped spade at the end of Corbin's tail started to curl up Aarian's thigh however, the three were gone. There was no fading, no grand expulsion of energy or power, they simply weren't there the very next second, as if someone had hit the delete button.

"Do try and secure a sample of that woman's blood for me, Devil man."