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"I see, it allows you to have unlimited ammo just by using the same ones over and over. Interesting." He seemed calm at first then he quickly pulled his black gun out and fire two times at Egon. "The ammo for this gun is 13mm silver alloy, explosive rounds. Six rounds per magazine. Though it may not carry many bullets, the truth is, it doesn't need any. On contact it creates a small explosion that would easily blow off an arm or leg, maybe even a head if I'm lucky." As he fired he rolled behind a gravestone marked 'Here lies Barnard Whelings, Mass murder executed by the state.' Ryoku just grinned at this as he peaked over the stone to see how Egon had reacted to his attack.

Ryoku smiled as he watched Egon place his blade near his neck. "Maybe. I never have been one with working with othersm though it wouldn't hurt , I guess, if I joined you." He glanced over to the gates of the graveyard, remembering he had business there he had to attend to. He grabbed the blade and pushed it away from his neck. Though he hadn't got much of a chance to truly prove his worth in battle had something else he had to attend to at the moment. "I'm afraid I must go for now. I have something I must do in central park. Excuse me." He bowed and slowly gathered his things and walked to the gates without another word.

(exits to central park)

Egon let the tip of his sword drop to the ground and he sighed, "And there i hoped i had made a friend."He said glumly, "Well, i can try another time."

Kuro entered the graveyard, keeping his hood covering his face, but knew he would inevitably be caught and attacked. It came with the job of being a hunter. He looked around, saw a few lycans, then turned back and began sifting through the graves. He was a vampire, and knew they would smell him and attack, even when he was loaded with silver: a silver katana, freshly made, and new silver fangs that replaced his old ones.

After only a few moments he found a grave covered in cracks and a light coat of moss. Kuro knelt in front of it to pray and read the inscription, only to find it almost completly warn away. The only readable words left were, 'Loving mother, loving provider, lov----' the rest competly green and destroyed. He reached into his coat and pulled out a rose that he kept from the moment he became a hunter, which was now withered away. He placed it on the grave and stood up, still staring at the grave. "I could have saved you", a single tear falling from his eye.

He smiled to himself, noting his luck. He sensed a vampire, but couldn`t remember past his unbrainwashing. "I guess every vampire in this city knows my name. And I go out hunting for lycans, and while i`m surrounded by them, i`m approached by a vampire." He reached for his silver katana at his side, it being his only defence.

"Ironic. I come here to pray and get interupted by demons." He wanted to charge at Alasdair but strained himself not to. He knew they didn`t come alone and he was heavily outarmed and outmaned. "You know, your beginning to look more and more like me each day. Obsession is a disease Alasdair." He couldn`t help but joke, even in the face of a dangerous vampire, it was in his nature.

He began to walk slowly away, waiting to hear the c**k of a gun. "Well, unless your here for something other than to exchange childish insults, i`ll leave." He began to look from side to side slowly, scanning for the very small glistening of a sniper rifle barrel across the horizon.