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He looked at the owner and then back at the crowd, he nodded, as a sign of assurance. Then he took his massive sword over his shoulder, and followed the owner with quick haste. His whole aura changed completely, just being in the same area as him you can tell that he was now a completely different person. Harlock had his mind set, he was always battle ready.

Back where he was from, he wasn't always battle ready. Infact he was never battle ready. Harlock grew in a world of constant revalation that it dawned on him, that where ever he was there was going to be something to be faught over. He was a signet of misfortune, and terrmoil.

Harlock didn't speak to converse in this mood set. If anything he would give commands, it was the way he was made. He brought his sword to his waist with the sharp end pointing up. Like a drawn pike raised against the attacker.

He didn't know anything about Jared, but gave him props for sticking his next out. Harlock had a secret, he had many secrets. So he always had the upper hand of any situation. His vigor rose, and his armor seemed more defined, he seemed lighter.

Harlock decided to let Jared take the first one on. A man with that much confidence is either brave or stupid. And both of those were a great thing to have in combat. Harlocks arts of combats and requirements vary from definition to definition.

He stepped out of the complex and closed the door behind him. He then brought his sword into his arms as if he was catering a small child, and his right hand holding the sword up by it's hilt, with his thumb placed on the flat plane. As he stepped he tested the ground, but it was a solid rocky floor, slippery and wet. He sees the woman that was dragged by the leg and sees the vampire before Jared. He visualized thee creature to be much more terrifying then this. From his point of view it looked like a character with the worst set of teeth ever.

He hears a the feat cries of a woman howling in fear of something. He close he book and jumps out of his chair running to the door, jumps onto tables so he would not slow. He busted thought the door and begin to run though the rain and mud to the screams, but it stops. He picks up the pace that he heard it. He sees a building and runs behind it. He draws his longsword from his side. He reaches the back to see the battle between two men and two vampires. He readies himself for anything that might happen with the book of Vala in on head and a sword in the other.

Jared moved in close dropping to his left knee he grinned and swung his longsword up quickly slashing at the vile beast as it moved closer to him. Jared had seen the incoming attacker from behind and knew very well that these creatures were not looking for anything to feed on, but were here for something else.

The vampire beast reacted quickly to the blade and stopped cold leaping over Jared to avoid the blade of the longblade, it was not an ignorant vile vampire nor was it a halfbreed. It was smart enough to avoid the attack.


The second vile beast quickly turned from Jared as it saw Harlock moving towards it, It glared and hissed as it lepted towards Harlock swinging its left arm at Harlock it's claws were long and sharp amost 12inches in length and sharp and hard as steal.

Harlock leans forward with his hand and grabs the dumb animal by his. Harlocks hand clashed at the same time lightning struck, the thunder brought the notice that the animal was in a sticky situation. He immediately pulled the "vile" beast closer to him. Like an invitation to dance, a forceful one.

Harlock kepted his other hand on the hilt, but he was now holding it up. The weight of the sword was to much for the wall to keep it within it's grasp. It was trying to slide out but Harlock protested it.

The ring from the claws of the animal started to rub with harlocks gauntlet. He wants this thing alive, and leave it's justice for the people. He was only going to break it over his knee like a calf. His armor was virtually indestrucible campared to the tactics the beasts used. Legend has it that his armor even heals. But legend also has it that a material that is in his armor Harlock had it since he was born.

Zeferino had no time to change the way of his sword. It hit Harlocks armor with soft pinging sound. He raise his sword from Harlocks armor. "I sorry my child for hitting you. I was my fault for rushing." he said ready himself for his second strike to the beast, but before he could launch it he heard a loud cry of pain that was followed by howls and roars. Sound rumbling feet ran thought the air. Zeferino know he had to end with the beast in front of him. He swings he blade at it's feet to make it jump. "My child strike now." Zeferino cried to Harlock.

The beast fell to one knee as Jared heard the cry of pain coming from it's vile mouth. He quickly rolled to his feet and turned towards it as the lightening flashed in the night sky. The beast had appeared to be less inteligent then it's companion as it fail to avoid the attack.

From the alley the sounds of vile vampires quickly filled the air as they rushed in on the three men as they fight.


The beast did not cry in pain it only glared at Harlock as it grabbed his foot and pulled him roughly, it's clawed foot struck swiftly at the priest.