RE: TVC - Chapter 29 - Seige
Standing up with Erick's assistance nodding her head in thanks,
"Your wife's help is much appreciated." Her physical wounds were slowly disappearing as the enhanced blood coursed through her veins, "I would be careful of her around Simon though. He has a taste for our kind, especially with blood as potent as hers." As another gust of wind nearly knocked them off their feet she looked up.
High above she could see the swirling form of the Innocence twisting round and round, and knew what he was trying to do. Judging from the vortex's slowly forming shape, it would be ready around the same time as the Sentences spell.
"Fuck," she spat before starting to run towards the knights, Erick keeping pace. Not waiting for an invitation she leaped up in front of one of the knights, facing the mounted vampire wrapped one arm around him before grabbing hold of V'azrin and pulling him up behind the Knight. The Blood Dragon's protests died away as he realised the beautiful creature he had before him. Digging in his heels he started to move back towards where the Black Knights were keeping their route of retreat clear.
Quicly following them Cerberus, Erick and Laura were pulled up behind knights as Arion kept pace on his own steed. Within moments the armoured unit were charging back through the fray.
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As Dythor licked over the Guilts face something seemed to snap inside her. Some memory long locked away bubbled to the surface.
"You know you want it slut."
"No no please. I have money, you can take it." Scrabbling in the dirt, strong hands pinning her down.
"Oh don't worry, I'll have that as well." A coarse laugh followed by the sound of tearing.
"No please!" Sobbing over and over, a cold blast of air on unprotected skin and then-
A scream echoed over the battlefield as the Guilt raked her long nails across Dythor's throat. Blood spurted forth as he staggered back from the now enraged creature in front of her, he eyes wide and furious. But she held onto him like death as she with drew her blade.
"You like that?" she hissed, "lets see how you like this, Lover" With a another thrust she rammed the blade into her own groin, apparently splitting open her genitalia as it was forced in before she withdrew it with savage tear. From Dythors groin a blood stained patch grew larger his he was castrated, his genitals flopping and falling down one trouser leg.
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Looking over the Duke could see the Strigoi was close to being defeated. For reasons unknown to himself the Blood Dragon lord had put Victarias over his steed, the vampiress unconscious from loss of blood. With a final punch to the Executioner felled the vampire before turning to face the Duke.
"That is my prize you are taking vermin," the Dread Lord said hefting his massive axe, "or are you another looking to commit suicide?"
Standing up with Erick's assistance nodding her head in thanks,
"Your wife's help is much appreciated." Her physical wounds were slowly disappearing as the enhanced blood coursed through her veins, "I would be careful of her around Simon though. He has a taste for our kind, especially with blood as potent as hers." As another gust of wind nearly knocked them off their feet she looked up.
High above she could see the swirling form of the Innocence twisting round and round, and knew what he was trying to do. Judging from the vortex's slowly forming shape, it would be ready around the same time as the Sentences spell.
"Fuck," she spat before starting to run towards the knights, Erick keeping pace. Not waiting for an invitation she leaped up in front of one of the knights, facing the mounted vampire wrapped one arm around him before grabbing hold of V'azrin and pulling him up behind the Knight. The Blood Dragon's protests died away as he realised the beautiful creature he had before him. Digging in his heels he started to move back towards where the Black Knights were keeping their route of retreat clear.
Quicly following them Cerberus, Erick and Laura were pulled up behind knights as Arion kept pace on his own steed. Within moments the armoured unit were charging back through the fray.
*******************************************
As Dythor licked over the Guilts face something seemed to snap inside her. Some memory long locked away bubbled to the surface.
"You know you want it slut."
"No no please. I have money, you can take it." Scrabbling in the dirt, strong hands pinning her down.
"Oh don't worry, I'll have that as well." A coarse laugh followed by the sound of tearing.
"No please!" Sobbing over and over, a cold blast of air on unprotected skin and then-
A scream echoed over the battlefield as the Guilt raked her long nails across Dythor's throat. Blood spurted forth as he staggered back from the now enraged creature in front of her, he eyes wide and furious. But she held onto him like death as she with drew her blade.
"You like that?" she hissed, "lets see how you like this, Lover" With a another thrust she rammed the blade into her own groin, apparently splitting open her genitalia as it was forced in before she withdrew it with savage tear. From Dythors groin a blood stained patch grew larger his he was castrated, his genitals flopping and falling down one trouser leg.
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Looking over the Duke could see the Strigoi was close to being defeated. For reasons unknown to himself the Blood Dragon lord had put Victarias over his steed, the vampiress unconscious from loss of blood. With a final punch to the Executioner felled the vampire before turning to face the Duke.
"That is my prize you are taking vermin," the Dread Lord said hefting his massive axe, "or are you another looking to commit suicide?"