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Common sense, most people have it, a lot of others don't. However, Quint was one of the few who used it alot, it coming in handy now with piecing together a sentence.

"Kite...light.." His eyes widened, "Fight!"

"Fight..this?" Quint asked, tensing himself up. Tests of mental strength was something he had become accustomed to, with Roan, Take, and even his friend Gatz had messed with his mind at some point, he having to push them out to gain control.

"I won't get distracted by some..void!" He yelled, bringing forth the visuals of where he just left, the sounds, and even the distinct smell of the Dragonbreath round he fired not moments before coming here.

Standing on the rooftop, the pair of cloaked figures folded their arms, turning to face Roan as she landed, just the one speaking on the right.

"vell zat ist a new trick. Ja? Herr Engel said nothzing of zis, nor did zee client."

Both then grinned in synch, this stretching the faint cerulean of the visible flesh around their mouths.

"Come, zhow me your malize kiddo."

With an embrace-esque posture and arm extensions, the pair tilted their heads inward, t'ward eachother as the constantly changing wind direction whipped their cloaks about till their hoods were blown from their heads. Hardly human, thats all that could be said. The pair looked identical.

Canines and sub-canines so thick and large that they grew out and over the lips like smal tusks, ruby eyes, the pupils more to the size of iris' surrounded by complete black that sunk into their skulls. The most astonishing part however, was strands of tanslucent saphire hair flicked about in the wind over skin of the very same colour. It was blurred, but Roan could see the scene behind the pair, through their heads. The tint and shade changed with every flash of the fight around them, however for the most part, their skin was a very light shade of blue, nearly completely white.

Turning his head to glance back at Quint, Corbin smirked at the man's work, and his new found confidence. With a chortle, he turned his head back only just in time to catch a Cainite soldier leap out from a window some few meters ahead.

As glass shattered and the soldier hit the road his boots instantlyshook the loose debris under them with a thud and he was launched again towards Corbin, combat knife at the ready, held in reverse in it's right hand.

With a torn uniform, belaklava missing along with its helmet the fiend came down at Corbin with a gaping maw, blood from several civilian victims smeared across it's face.

just before it came within striking distance with the knife however, to the german's dismay a long, slender blade had emmerged from Corbin, piercing the soldier's skull straight through its third eye.

Giving an amused chuckle, Corbin raised his left hand up to his shoulder, displaying that the blade had infact been his index finger nail.

"The skin is a nifty trick, i'll grant you, but its hardly worth mention, in the grand scheme of things."

Magra, being the Cainite deity of blood, was capable of manipulating blood of course, but one component of blood was protein. Beneath the hide of steel, Corbin was still flesh, bones and blood, and so for Magra, accelerating the growth of keratin to turn the nail plate into a lengthy spear was childs play. In addition, once the nails cell matrix left the line between flesh and steel it became steel like the rest of Corbin.

Glancing about himself, as this unfortunate victim dangled from his nail in the air, Corbin's ivory eye blipped with several ripple effects that emmerged from different points on the surface of his pupil.

"By these stakes I condem thee to the abyss."

He was inded correct. Before Corbin ten men remained that had yet to be devoured by the serpents Take had set free. Behind him, infront of Quint he wasn't sure, any stragglers left there were left to that man.

Thus, Corbin holstered his gun, and then folded his arms over his chest, wrists crossed over his collar bone as he pointed his fingers and thumbs with each target in mind. His soul sight could pick them out among the buildings with ease, lighting them up as moderately luminescent sources of light.

Opening his mouth, Corbin let a long, forked tongue roll out so the split end hung over his wrists, a ghastly snarl rattling his throat, as nine blades of steel errupted from his hands, the nails piercing through walls, shields and armour alike to get at their prey. It was over in near an instant, and the nails retracted, pulling the bodies as some still cried in agony, hitting the nails with what ever they could get their hands on, trying to get free.

With the nails retracted to a uniform ten meters in length he spread his fingers, holding the soldiers up in the air with apparent ease, forming his own grotesque, monstrous peacock-esque tail of steel, bodies and blood.

"Thats nine."

With a look terror, the tenth man left emmerged from behind his cover, and old hatch back car and began firing his automatic rifle wildly in vain. Laughing as bullets skipped off his hide and hit the high hung soldiers, Corbin raised his right heel, then scuffed the boot forward to create a spark, which quickly turned to a line of fire that raced across the ground to the soldier's feet, before expanding with an explosion, setting off the car beside the german alike.

Turning his eye on the most lively of the captured prey, Corbin's lips tore through his cheeks to allow for a wicked grin spreading from ear to ear. With a gasp for the german in Corbin's eye, he then with a swift motion, uncrossed his arms, throwing his arms out at his sides with bent elbows as his nails cut through the ground. Limbs, body halves and gore sprayed all around him as the men were sliced apart from them selves.

((Gah wtf!))

*Dagoth flash stepped next to 99's jeep. He didnt seemed bothered by the rounds pinging by him, Dagoth was dressed in his shinigami gear complete with Captins jacket with the kanji for 9th squad on the back. Turning his head slightly to 99*

Satus report.

*His voice was comanding and cold. Behind a small group of shinigamis appeared each on hunched down to avoid detection.*

Status? They blew the ******** out of the town, and Roan in her infinite wisdom walked right into their intended ambush. Does the term "SNAFU" mean anything to you?

He spoke softly, with a strong tinge of annoyance. This whole battle was one big mistake, in his eyes.

And now she wants us to follow her straight into the fray. That's just ******** joyous, now ain't it?

He started a light jog to the building, discarding his silencers as he went.

Damn. Trust Murphy's gawddamn law to screw us over like this.

As Roan turned off her com link, this producing a short buzz in Corbin's blue tooth, indicating that a device was turned off. Snarling, he looked off towards the warehouse and clenched his fists after his nails retracted to a more managable length.

"Damn that woman."

With an ivry eye still, he could see the pair as clear as day from his position, and what he saw, he was far from pleased with. It was then however, as he focused on number one, that he noticed something aside from the secret to his odd hide. He had no heart.

Cocking a brow, Corbin looked over the fallen soldiers around him. Focusing on internal organs, he went wide eyed at what he saw. None of them had hearts. The hearts had been removed from their bodies.

With a look of urgency, Corbin called out over the com link.

"Everyone, be on guard! this fight isn't won yet!"

Sae for the very few stragglers remaining, all of the german soldiers had been taken care of, though Corbin had stumbled upon what was surely a trap.

"They aren't dead yet!"

With that, Corbin invoked celerity, and was gone from his position in a flash. In a frenzy to reach Roan, Corbin ran up the side of the wharehouse, hollering at the top of his lungs.

"ROAN! DONT HIT THEM!"

His blood ran cold as the reports over the comm gave him this new revelation.

You're kidding....

With a snarl, he checked his UMP, and thumbed off the safety. He then began to sprint headlong for the objective, keeping low and using as much cover as possible.