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The glare 99 threw Dag was an interesting mix of annoyance and fatigue.

Well forgive me, jackass, if I'm not so powerful as to walk into an obvious ambush and shrug off everything they throw at me.

He pushed the offered handgun away, and drew his own USP.

I've got more than enough firepower to look after myself. If you're so tired of watching my a**, then go watch your own outside. I can handle whats left in here.

He pushed away from Dag and began to sweep around the perimeter of the building, scanning for the signs of any hostiles they might have missed.

.:As you wish misstress:.

Your on your own for now kiddo. Ive got something to check on and like you said your not powerful enough to mess around in here. But if you want we can have a fight over that later, Im intrested to see what ya got.

*He grinned in am almost unnatural way his jaws stretching much wider than is possible. Closing his eyes dagoth dagoth felt the flow of energies around him, to dagoths inner eyes he could see the thousands of threads. Blue for roan, Purple for corbin, Green for Quint and even orange for 99. Yet these where not what he was looking for in a blink of an eye dagoths left hand shot out grabbing a deep pink thread.*

Got ya. 99 Three floors down and s**t load of goons later you might find a mainframe Im not too sure. Gather your information and have a little fun, Ive got some intresting to play with.

*Winking at 99 dagoth flashed stepped away deeper into the building however he headed up towards the roof.*

Upon this action on Roan's behalf, Godfrey gave a snide leer, followed by a disgrunttled moan, before dropping his machette's. As he did, his true self transfered, moving to the Clone Corbin faced, leaving Roan's to slowly vanish.

"Vine, Nr. zwei. Zee voman ist all yourz now."

As the clone finally vanished, another figure appeared across the rooftop before Roan. With his cloak whipping about in the wind, his hood already down number two, the Samedi stared across at Roan. With messed and knoted strands of grey hair sticking out from under his theatrical mask, he raised his right hand, pointing at Roan with a frail looking bandage wraped finger.

"Herr Engel, vill be here zhortly. Zo for now, let me try und entertain you."

With his finger pointing at Roan, a flash emmited from the masked corpse's eyes as he attempted to inflict Rigor Mortis on Roan. If succesful, this would cause her body to stiffen, and moving could potentially cause her great pain, not to mention if she used any discipline related to her own, or the minds of others, then she ran the risk of going into a frenzy. With the loss of control involved in a frenzy, she could cause herself more harm then she thinks with the Rigor mortis in effect.

((Im really sorry man! I didnt know. Hold I'll change so it wasnt those guys I just thought they where normal ghoul npcs.))

Slowly taking to his feet once more, Corbin straightened his posture and cracked his neck with a sigh.

"Runt, you have no idea about the powers your messing with. Roan, myself, Dagoth. Your going to end up becoming well aquainted with the undersides of our boots."

"I zink not. I 'ave zee blood of an Antediluvian."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"Vether you believe me now or not, dozen't matter. Avter diablorizing zee Antediluvian, I aquired hiz diamond hide. I am, beyond your touch now."

"We'll just see about that you little freak."

Grinning, Godfrey drew his second machette and started a charge, quickly being followed up by a large number of his bats that then passed him and rushed through the air in a beam like formation at Corbin.

Smirking, Corbin looked in the general direction, his pale, faded eye unfocused as he drew and unsealed Ansuz from his hip. Crossing his arms at the elbows, ends of the blades he held resting on the rooftop, he then let his head wings raise up, and took a long stride forward, cutting into the bats.

As bats flurried, and were thrown away, some in pieces a pair of loud crashes rang out, and as soon as the bats dispersed Corbin could be seen standing nose to nose with Godfrey. Godfrey's machettes lay by their feet, along with the masamune, sticking into the roof.

Smirking, Corbin held the scissor end of Ansuz' blade to Godfrey's throat, both tips stuck around his neck. If it weren't for the diamond hide, Godfrey would have been decapitated.

"Your sword skills are lacking, grunt."

"Maybe, but like I zaid, your blade cant cut me, viend."

Smirking, Godfrey glanced down at Corbin's hand, still trembling around the hilt of his sword.

"You can only cauze yourzelf harm."

"Heh, I supose your right. The revirberation from that hit was pretty bad. I think I might have actually broken my thumb and carpals."

Despite his broken bones, Corbin thrust his left arm upward, this lifting Godfrey up off his feet with the scissor around his neck. Corbin then thrust his free right hand up and planted his palm on Godfrey's chest, unsealing the discipline he had gotten from Ice.

"Although, I can still cause everything under your skin to rupture all at once!"

Snarling, Godfrey again transferred himself, this causing the clone in Corbin's grasp to vanish. Godfrey transported himself to the clone inside the warehouse, where Dagoth was.

With another transfer, Godfrey entered the clone he had left inside the warehouse, and instantly raced off. Moments later as Dagoth came fast passed through the building, Godfrey crashed through a wall ahead of Dagoth, and stepped out into his path with an arm of solid diamond raised as he made an attempt to hit Dagoth with a quick surprise clothes hanger.

"Und vhere are you going pyro?!"

It was a rather inconvenient moment for a cell phone to go off, even if it was on vibrate. The problem was....it wasn't. A loud scream burst from his hip, which effectively scared the s**t out of 99, and alerted the pair of grunts he had been trying to sneak up on.

With a soft curse he brought his handgun up and pistol whipped the nearest one, knocking him back. The other raised his gun, but 99 shoved it aside, forced the barrel of his USP into the grunt's mouth, and blew his head apart.

The slightly dazed companion to the now-dead soldier found a boot placed upon his skull, forcing him down. With a grimace of distaste, 99 curb-stomped the poor SOB.

He then ran his phone through his earpiece, having recognized the ringer all too painfully well.

Tank. You've got about five seconds to explain why you just about got me killed right now. What the hell are you DOING?

His voice was a low hiss as he pulled back to the stairwell to ream his good friend a new one.

How the...How the hell did you come to the conclusion that I needed backup? Eh?

He bit his lip nervously. This wasn't the best of times to be on the phone. He cautiously poked his head out the door to make sure nothing was sneaking up on him.

Right. There's a warehouse in central Durem. That's the centerpoint of the fight. Land a good distance away and hoof it. I dunno what good it'll do, but if you're gonna do this, make sure the people topside know who's side you're on. And Tank.....be careful, mate.

He took his cell and ripped the battery out of it. Next time he'ld have to remember to shut the damn thing off. Then he keyed the comm.

Hey kids. A buddy of mine's gonna be showing up topside. Big guy, probably with a very big gun. Don't shoot him up too badly, eh?

He killed the mike and slipped back into the room he'd been trying to clear, and slowly he began to pick his way around the perimeter of the room, hoping to avoid further conflict.