"Fear not!" Johnny leaped between the group and the centipede's leader, breath stinking of #######, chest bare. He began swaying his hips and beckoning towards the beast.
"Face me, if you dare."
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"Fear not!" Johnny leaped between the group and the centipede's leader, breath stinking of #######, chest bare. He began swaying his hips and beckoning towards the beast.
"Face me, if you dare."
Praise the Sun

Love to the loveless, mercy to the merciless.
Praise the Sun

Love to the loveless, mercy to the merciless.

Rawr Am Lion ^^
((Sorry that I could not post yesterday, I felt quite bad, now let me make amends...))
Helbrecht was barely conscious, so much blood was flowing from his wounds that one would ask oneself how this massive knight managed to remain standing, but to him all that could matter now was the next swing of his weapon.
"Weak, flawed by birth." with a grace of perfect efficiency, not too little, not too much energy used, the leader evaded his attack, again slicing her blade in retaliation over the knight's torn leg "All you can do, kill and be killed, nothing more, nothing less!"
Another strike, led with deadly speed and impossible sharpness, cut the axe-head from the shaft, leaving the knight without a weapon even as he still pulled back his arms to attack again.
Another slice of the leader, combined with the sheer amount of blood lost and the other already-sustained wounds, finally forced the dark knight to his knees, the now-useless axe-shaft discarded in the crimson-drenched sand.
"Indeed, so weak you are, that your ultimate aim, that to be the strongest, must be your greatest nightmare!" The leader just kept slicing over the knight's torn chest, calling forth another lance of blood to mix with the lifefluid-soaked ground.
Only for a moment did she hold still, her facetted eyes gazing the medallion etched into the knight's breastplate, the trinket somehow unweathered from the battle, undirtied, undamaged. With disgust she noted the obvious flaws in the design, every single little imperfection, an insult to craftsmanship, an affront before her own, perfect form, just like the knight himself!
With contemptuous ease, she cut the chain holding the medallion in place, causing the trinket to fall into the blood-soaked dirt "Why would you bear something like this, all peace, all serenity you discarded as rightfully petty things in service for your weakling-god!"
With the victor's arrogance, she raised her blade for the final strike, seeking to decapitate the knight.
Then the strike of the vampire came. For the first time, the leader seemed surprised , but yet, mid-movement, managed to bend her torso directly around the incoming sword.
However, the vampire's own supernatural speed would still allow him to clearly notice one thing: The leader relied purely on speed, her own flesh was vulnerable to any sort of physical attack.
With contempt in her insectoid eyes, the leader, deeming the knight to be as good as dead, shifted her entire focus now onto the vampire "Another flawed lifeform... I wonder, if I stepped just a bit to the side, into the sunlight, would you still be able to do more than spit insults at me?"
Love to the loveless, mercy to the merciless.
Praise the Sun