Alastor questioned Kraskor's at best shaky logic. The best way to laugh at society was to copy fashion? That'd be conforming to it, surely? Either way, he had a sword for now. Turning, he slashed wildly out with the sword and watched with dissatisfaction as a human was cleaved in two. It really was dull, yet he guessed necessary for now. He knew there must be art in killing somewhere, he had seen actors and duelists prove that. It just wasn't in this.. mindless hitting things with lumps of metal. Alastor sulked a little, swinging the object around half-heartedly. Another human approached him, screaming in anger. Alastor's sword connected but didn't breach the armour, denting the sword slightly in the process. Alastor hissed in anger and, placing one hand on the human's weapon before he could swing it, kicked the soldier squarely in the chest with all his force. The soldier bounced at least five times before coming to a halt a hundred metres away. The sword now useless, Alastor threw it at a nearby enemy, the hilt crashing into his head, knocking him unconscious. Stooping down, Alastor picked up a Halberd, and decided to give that a try instead. It just seemed like a spear mixed with a sword on a stick, really. He sighed internally as the wood splintered against yet another opponent, and he punched them with more force than any human weapon could equal, denting the helmet, and the wearer, concavely. Alastor's mind mulled things over moodily.. Perhaps he needed a weapon that didn't seem like a weapon, he had heard of hidden daggers, stilletos and the like. Maybe that'd offer more satisfaction, trying to see how many people he could kill before they realised. Right now he had just lost track of his kills, they all blurred into moments of dull, messy death..
As the skaven arrived on the scene, the battlefield around Kavok was momentarily swathed in blue, and a couple of seconds later Alastor was striding slowly through the battlefield, momentarily pausing to peer at the bodies strewn across the floor, broken and helpless. He frowned or shook his head occasionally and moved on. Eventually his eyes lit up somewhat, and his hand shot forwards, grabbing a soldier from a pile of others. Alastor sank his teeth greedily into the poor person, who ceased struggling and went limp in Alastor's arms. From where Kavok was sitting, they could have almost been forgiven to look like lovers in embrace. Almost. Alastor raised his head to sniff the air, blood covering his chin, and spotted Kavok, looking worse for wear.
Alastor walked over to Kavok and sat down behind him, in an attempt to appear what he thought was friendly.
"If you don't mind.." he murmured, gesturing to the dying human in his arms. Kavok seemed too sullen to care, so Alastor continued feeding, thoughtfully now. Alastor glanced at Kavok, who was staring into space, obviously thinking to himself somewhat. The sounds of distant battle: screams, explosions, clashes of sword
"I've seen that expression before, knight, on myself 10 years ago, during the circus."
Alastor stared mournfully as Shah stormed past on the horizon, bodies flying everywhere but towards him.
"I'm assuming you feel.. confused as to why you're alive, out of your depth even." a quick glance told Alastor he was more or less right.
"You want to know how I became.. this? I used to live outside my home village, I felt some sort of connection to it, even though the inhabitants hunted me like some chaos scourge. Then, one day a vampire came and started destroying the town. I couldn't bear to watch my last connection to society in this world crumble to dust along with everything I loved, so I went down and tried to slay the beast. It sired me purely as a self defence mechanism against his pursuers; he didn't know how long it took.
I didn't choose this life, very little of us did. Is it really our fault if we kill the people who are out to hunt for us just because of what we are.
Life," he said, vaguely gesturing with the now dead body, pale as a sheet now, "Is an unfair thing, we just do our best to maintain the order of nature. Whether we know it.
Or not..
Ah well, I'd better give you a helping hand"
Alastor stood up slowly and stayed stock still as a trio of clan-rats screeched towards him. These.. creatures certainly looked interesting, he honestly didn't think they actually existed and that they were just old wive's tales. How times changed. Alastor pulled off his dissapear at the last moment trick again, and picked up a dagger off the ground silently, slitting the throat of one before barreling into the other two, falling to the ground with the pair of them. They were weaker than he had imagined however, he realised as he pulled one in two and punched the head off the other. He held up their deformed, sickening bodies for a curious inspection. Things weaker than humans, he'd never have imagined...
Pain coruscated through Alastor's body as green lightning of some sort covered him, reducing him motionless. Alastor tried teleporting, but was met with the same splitting pain as only half of him tried to move, and just lay face down on the ground, twitching. A larger, stronger rat approached, some kind of contraption in his right arm. Damn, even more like humans than he had hoped.. The creature put his foot on Alastor and prepared to fire again. Alastor was happy that his miserable life would at least end less painfully than he expected, and closed his eyes...