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Do not beg before me. In case you forgot, I lived through the last great war... and the one before it. I have no love lost for your race... and even less for those who will not stand by their own worth. A mere hour ago you were ready to try and destroy me. That fire made you worth fighting.

*She stood up*

And if you want to be able to broker any deals with me, you'll stand up, pick up your brother and do EXACTLY as I say. At least you have the whole being male in your favour... I have a tendancy to just eat females.
Void, take us home.

*She nodded to the entity as a doorway back to reality opened, time flooding in as she looked out at the vision of the mansion grounds*

This time, you will be coming into my home at my invitation.. and you WILL beg the forgiveness of the souls you claimed the last time you were here. Those men were at best ghouls, at the least... retainers who have followed my family for generations. The massacre you caused here will be the first sin you repent for. AFTER you've made your reparations... I'll show you exactly how I make sinners pay, and your brothers wounds will be treated.

*And with that, she stepped through the portal into her main hall*

*Dagoth raised his sword high above his head the tip pointing towards Godfrey slowly the blade began to pulse purple as dagoth channeled his energy into the blade he was going to end this.*

Oblivion Slicer!

*Dagoth charged forwards prepearing to swing his blade in that damaged chest. If he struck the power of his soul slayer would cause several small dimensional tears inside his enemy tearing internal organs and depending on how hard or how much contact the blade has can even casue death.*

Quint....if you're truly that eager, you're gonna get shot waaaay too often for my liking.

It was just like 99 to take an eager friend with a new feeling of empowerment and do his best to deflate his ego...something of a cynical game. As the chopper lifted away from the ground, he stared out, wondering just how many civilians had been in town when the carnage began. Once again, his human side couldn't help but marvel at the senslessness of this fight...

...but then he grinned. They had kicked a**, so perhaps in the end it was worth it. He turned back to Quint and gave him a nod.

You'll get your chance, kid. I doubt this mess is gonna end here. But first, drinks on me when we get home!

Rushing head first in, Godfrey didn't even have a chance, or the common sense at this stage to feel the burn of Dagoth's blade. At first it hit Godfrey's chest it may as well have been a hammer or another blunt force weapon. However as the fractures quickly spread, and steam hissed out from his body, the blade managed to pass through.

Once passed the diamond surface, the blade sliced clean and with ease through the Cainite, and he was cut in half.

As the two halves hit the floor, Godfrey's upper half was consumed by fractures, before the heat finally caused his upper half to crumble.

Silent, Quint smiled, his thirst heavy. It would be a nice treat from 99, but Quint didn't give much mind to his first statement. Getting shot would probably happen if his cheeky attitude stayed the same, though he felt that if he did get shot, it wouldn't be terrible, and a learning experience too.

After they landed, Quint stepped out, stretching his arms once past the blades. He would go after Roan for payment soon, but right now Quint headed upstairs for a much needed shower.

.: I'd prefer it if you came home and passed out. Dont REALLY want the clean up crews mistaking you for a dead civvie. :.

*The Fang was an old club situated in the red light district of Durem. It was also a place Roan had frequented often over the years and was somewhat known at. The reason for this will soon become apparent.
On entering, the club looked fairly normal - bar, dance floor, loud music, typically metal, blaring from massive speakers, amps etc set up on a small stage area. NO, what made this place different was on the far side of all this - the massive hol ein the floor.
Dropping down an entire level, the huge circular hole was in fact a well build gladiatorial arena, complete with entrance doors on the lower level and rails above for spectators to watch. And over powering in the scent of werewolf.
Here, Cainite and Garou fought it out fdor entertainment on a regular basis, a chalk board showing the current standings of the two factions and each ones current champion. Lording over it all as proprietor and manager, Ice sat on a black draconic throne, his form nothing like the faun Corbin and Roan were so used to seeing, his complexion instead dark, a warlord amongst the rabble. And here, he waited... his prize woudl come to him.*

Following Roan through the shadows, Corbin spoke without sensorship, instantly finding Ice among the crowed.

"I smell wet bloody mutt. Finally keeping appropriate company, Ice?"

Standing behind Roan, Corbin folded his ampley sized arms across his stiff, rippled bare chest, eyeing the Fiend pointedly.