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*Dagoth lent back sliding across the floor on his knees before righting himself to his feet. He took the huge behmoth in, strong beyond belief yet fast enough to spot Dagoth moving through the building.*

Finally someone worth my time. So Spanky got a name I can carve into your tomb stone?

Turning to face Dagoth, Godfrey smirked and clenched both his fists, then cracked the knuckles together, punching his fists together twice over his chest, this creating a sharp distinctive sound as diamond hit diamond.

"Godfrey, You have zis backyards zough, nein? zis building vill be your tomb stone. Und zis var, your eulogy."

.:"There should be enough blood, Roan, I could summon Nidhogg and we could be done with this. Also, while I agree with you on your pairings, what about if, or when Engel shows up. If thats the case, Dagoth is going to be paired up with one of them. And as it stands, I think its best that I take the fight from you, but you leave the Ravnos for Dagoth to handle for now so that if Engel arrives, then you can handle him.":.

As he spoke, Corbin re-sealed the Masamune and fitted the sheathed katana under his belt as he rested Ansuz over his shoulder.

.:"I'm already blind, though only temporarily, so I could step in right now. If you will release the more advanced seals in place, then I can be done with the Samedi in no time.":.

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I think you missed the post, but Godfrey is down with Dag already.

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Grinning, tightened his hold on Ansuz, and raised his right hand, one finger at a time making a fist as the first jewel lit up set in the blade of his sword.

"Alright kids, your in for it now."

Taking a step forward, Corbin gave a faint chortle as a broken black halo appeared over his head.

Turning his head, Schnider looked beyond Roan at Corbin.

"I am to vace him? Very vell zen."

Schnider then adjusted his body so he was facing Corbin now, Rather then Roan, though made no other move as of yet.

Tossing Ansuz into his right hand, Corbin then launched himself forward, as an already decayed looking wing burst out from below his right shoulder. Rushing forward with Celerity, Corbin's skin changed again back to steel as he passed Roan.

"Lets see what you've got, if your even worth Diablorising!"

With that he made an attempt to slash Schnider in half from the groin up to his skull, however the Samedi managed to side step the attack, and with this, made a move to grab Corbin's forward hand, however had little time, as the Masamune was released once more, and he had to leap into the air to avoid a close range slash.

Spinning on his heels, Corbin smirked, and dug the spiked hoove of his right boot into the rooftop before sweeping it back to create a spark, which then manifested a curving arrow of fire that shot up from behind him at the Samedi.

As the arrow of fire shot through the air at him, Schnider reacted by waving his right hand over his chest, just before the flames hit his cloak.

As the cloak was burnt up the fire passed straight through him, and he pulled the burning cloak from his body.

Landing, fully exposed, Schnider displayed a body completely bound in bandages, even under his harness and military fatigue trousers. In the center of his chest bandages still smouldered, though there was a clear hole in his chest, before that is, it reformed and he took on a calm stance once more.

"your pretty quick, Herr Corvin. However. I'll have to alter mein self juzt to keep up vith you."

At this statement, Schnider began sweeping his hands over his body, and before long, the bandages stretched out, and the patch of decaying flesh visible on his chest where the bandages had been burnt, turned to a healthy tone of colour and muscles were built up, as strands of luxurious blonde hair sprouted out from under his mask to replace the few greys.

"Alright zen. I am ready."

Tilting his head, Corbin gave a smirk and a chuckle.

"That was Vicissitude just now, wasn't it. The scent of your blood changed. Another Diablerist? Geez and I though I was special."

Straightening his posture, a dull hue of crimson came to Corbin's eye, before the faint sound of trickling could be heard.

"I'm putting my foot down here, and now. I'm the fiend of the taboo around here!"

Corbin then lowered his head, allowing hair to cascade over his face as the trickling sound grew louder, and a crimson mist began to rise from his body.

Suddenly, Corbin's headwingsbecame transparent, before they turned to pure energy, wild and barely maintaining there shape, as an indigo mist began to rise up from his eyes and lips.

Snarling, Corbin reeled his head back, to reveal a dreadful expression in his face, his lips torn wide from ear to ear, lind with nothing but canines. His actual canines however had undergone a transformation. Long and thick they hung over his bottom lip and conformed well with his chin so as to not cause him any harm when talking.

"This is the truest mark of Diablerie. Some refer to this discipline as Sabertooth, though just as i'm no ordinary Cainite, my Sabertooth is no ordinary one. I prefer to call it Magra's maw."

Sabertooth, traditionally was a mutation found in Cainites that had, or still did act on diablerie. The canines alone would transform, maybe the jaw to allow for a more powerful bite, but nothing as drastic as in Corbin's case. The canines would grow to their maximum regulare extension in a retracted state, and if unleashed, grow to twice their regular length. They were however far more slender and frail. With blood grooves on the insides they allowed for a more vicious draining, and even total consumption of the victim.

Corbin's sabertooth however created large, more true to the name canines with larger blood grooves on the insides.

Straightening his posture, Corbin gave a beast like snarl, despite his fully concious mind, as apose to a frenzy, and waited for Schnider's next move.

"I'll devour you, little man."

He keeps running, slowing to a jog as he comes within firing range of the warehouse. He rumbles into his headset as he runs.

Callin' anyone allied to th' Deseers. I'm approachin' to th' east. Identify targets for meh. Over.

He continues jogging, flicking the safety off and setting the rifle to his shoulder.

Somewhat aloof from his 'simple' task, Quint blinked a couple times at the new voice in his comm, answering after a moment.

"I see you, and there's.." He peeked out from behind cover, spotting a few units who had joined together in a pack, "Four hostiles coming in from your...10, to your position." Squinting his eyes to get a better look at them, "They don't seem to have spotted you yet, so it should be easy to get the jump. They've been through quite a lot today, and they're just begging for a release from duty.."

He spoke now with a smaller sense of being there, and more like he was a navigator, watching the action from a boxed in room from afar.

He grins at the call, and slows to an easy lope, aiming for the targets.

Ah' see 'em. Thanks.

He aims, and releases a six-round burst at the target. The 8mm spikes slam into the creatures shoulder, tearing the arm off and spinning it around. Seeing the result, he quickly adjusts his aim, the next burst blowing right through the head. He keeps running, aiming and mowing down the hostiles with controlled bursts.