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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 4, 2014 23:43:03 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 4, 2014 23:43:03 GMT -5

Its times like these that made Trael wish she had something to munch on. An entertaining scene was about to ensue before her very eyes, and while she should really take this opportunity to slide away from the Quincy's watch, her curious nature once more, triumphs all else. Throughout the course of her long, long life, she had never witnessed an interspecies battle, so this was as new to her as experiencing the human world for the first time, but she was more than certain that this would be the first of many to come.

Oh how she wished she were able to speak right then. How fun would it be for her to actually provide a good, solid commentary between the Holy One and Primera's Lapdog? Imagine it now, the intense moments where a blow either connects or is missed. 'Ohhhh what a slobber knocker of a punch that was!'; 'Absolutely superb! This match-up is absolutely superb to watch!'; 'O-Oh did you see that! That was disastrous! He could end it all right here and now! Huuuuge misstep by the opposition!'.

The thought alone made her chuckle.

Truth be told, she would have involved herself into the battle if she wanted to, no matter what the monstrous creature told her. Trael's allegiances were with the Cuatra Espada, the one whom she deemed her savior, as well as the Octava Espada, for more.. personal reasons. Otherwise, she'd like to consider herself to be more of a freelance agent than anything, travelling wherever she pleases and doing whatever it is she wanted to, so long as she doesn't betray her Mistress's orders.

For now though, she was content with kicking back and relaxing. Besides, who could complain with a first-class ticket of watching the Green Arrow versus the.. uh.. The Thingamajig.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 5, 2014 20:32:10 GMT -5

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Post by NPC HOLLOW on Feb 5, 2014 20:32:10 GMT -5

The Vasto Lorde’s antennae twitched. The initial volley of arrows fired were dodged easily enough, and the demon stepped off of Russel’s carcass and towards his prey. When the Quincy blasted into the air and began loosing dozens of arrows, the hollow threw back his head and let out an arrogant laugh. It was as if he thought that the entire village had not tried a similar trick.

Both shoulders opened up, revealing row after row of sharp spikes. They shot out, one for each arrow, though they carried more than ten times the impacting force. Explosions of bone dust filled the air, providing the hollow a momentary smokescreen.

“Limb from limb!” The monster screeched, though Emil was like to be surprised when he heard it coming from behind.

The two arm-sickles, each two meters in length and thick enough to match Emil’s torso, swung downwards to impale themselves through the back of the hopefully distracted quincy. How the Vasto Lorde had gotten there despite not having sonido was something impossible to guess.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 5, 2014 22:10:12 GMT -5

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Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 5, 2014 22:10:12 GMT -5

lights, camera.
action!

Sickles sliced through the air and ripped into the body of Emil Heidrich. To be more precise, they ripped into the body of an afterimage of the male. Things were happening at such a rapid pace that it was even difficult for the apostle of swiftness to keep up and follow along with everything that was occurring. The moment he had heard the voice uttered from behind him however, he had launched himself into action not caring what the completed sentence would filter into the air. Utilizing Täuschung, he was able to get out of harm’s way although he didn’t bother to go far.

Positioning himself two feet behind the enemy, the Gemischt allowed for himself to fall the distance while switching his rifle over into mode Kaiser. At this distance it was doubtful that any spikes would be shot out of the shoulder to intercept but even so, this particular mode would disperse pellets that he was confident could break through the counter-projectiles and reach their target. If their target didn’t move however, the speed displayed by the hollow had taken him completely by surprise and he found himself questioning his own speed for the briefest of milliseconds. One on two without the option of running didn’t seem that appealing to him.

The act of brash aggression wasn’t without a hint of thought however, for Emil was fully aware that such a close range could ultimately hinder more than help him. He utilized the Quincy ability that his people were famous for and thickened and enraged the veins that were underneath his skin. The visual of the technique wasn’t pretty but it got the job done. If the hollow managed to evade and attack him, he would be able to reduce the damage from the blow significantly.

That was to say the physical damage of the blow. If the hollow managed to evade Emil at this close of a range his ego might never recover.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 5, 2014 22:19:25 GMT -5

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Post by NPC HOLLOW on Feb 5, 2014 22:19:25 GMT -5

Again, the Vasto Lorde’s antenna twitched. The corpse in front of him felt fresh and smelled delicious, but nothing could fool it’s sixth sense. Before Emil had properly reappeared in the air the hollow had turned to face him. And when it turned, the strategy the young quincy was trying to use was seemed to go off without a hitch. At this range, there was no escape.

But the Vasto Lorde was a Vasto Lorde. It did not need to escape.

Red lights gathered along the interior of both of his claws, and in a bright flash they bisected the wave of reishi Emil had fired. There was a pause so short following the destruction of the quincy’s attack that it seemingly did not exist, for in the next breath the Vasto Lorde’s claws were swinging to tear Emil left shoulder to right hip.

“I said limb from limb,” it cooed.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 5, 2014 22:54:32 GMT -5

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Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 5, 2014 22:54:32 GMT -5

tis getting fun

Pellets polluted the air but were soon ripped asunder by the primitive weapons his enemy. Emil’s eyes widened at how easily his attack had been dismissed, almost as if h was little more than a plaything for the much more powerful being in front of him. There was little time for merely standing and gawking over the insanity of the situation however for a claw came arcing toward him. Against any other opponent, there would have been a calm response to such aggression. This demon had excited a panic inside of the Quincy and a doubt as to whether his defenses could withstand a single attack.

Raising his rifle up toward the descending blade, Emil tried to catch the blade with the barrel of his own weapon. Even if his rifle was split slightly from the attack it mattered not for unlike a shinigami’s weapon, he could easily reform his own. Or so he believed. On top of that there was also the chance that he could use the placement of the weapon to fire and destroy said blade, making it a win-win situation for him although that didn’t exactly protect him from the other blade that could swing through the air and impale him.

Too much thought had been spared into the defensive however and for such a swift movement even his reaction wasn’t enough to make up for it. The blade sunk into his shoulder and he howled in pain just as his spirit weapon rose to catch it from going further. He wasn’t sure whether it was the introduction of the rifle or merely Blut Vene that had halted the progress of the weapon but he reacted before there was time for him to be sliced in two by the other scythe.

Firing a barrage of pellets from his rifle, he swiftly twisted and kicked off both his enemy and the open air to send himself darting toward the ground below. The movement had served to cause the blade to carve more flesh out of him but he cared not at the moment. He needed to distance himself from his opponent or risk taking damage that he could hope of producing on his opposition.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 5, 2014 23:03:11 GMT -5

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Post by NPC HOLLOW on Feb 5, 2014 23:03:11 GMT -5

The Vasto Lorde felt the soft caress of flesh along his blade and could practically taste the blood running up it. Sadly, before his second arm could move in for the kill, the quincy kicked off and went flying through the air. The bullets he shot missed by a mile, as he never truly aimed properly in the first place.

“Scurry, quincy. Scurry like the ant you are!” screamed the hollow, who released another laugh as Emil hastily created distance. Sadly, that distance was not nearly enough.

Emil could run to the ends of the earth and the Reaping Reaver would find him.

Both sickle arms crossed before the Reaping Reaver’s face, and red lights once more collected within the curves. Likewise, the wings extended to their full lengths, and small red lights formed underneath them as well. Suddenly they exploded, and the Reaping Reaver charged forward at supersonic speed. The sound barrier shattered as if it were glass smashed by a rock, and the Vasto Lorde was on Emil before he could blink.

“I WILL TEAR YOU APART!” he howled, both arms striking out to remove Emil’s head.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 6, 2014 1:06:31 GMT -5

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Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 6, 2014 1:06:31 GMT -5

arrrggghhhh

“Tch.”

Twisting his body in the air, the Quincy managed to evade losing his head by the skin of his teeth. He needed some form of assistance as if things transpired along their current path long enough he would surely find himself buried six feet under. No help would come however other than a scout who would die the moment that he reared his head. No, in order to win this the Knight-Commander would have to rely on his own personal skills and that was seeming damn near impossible as even if his prized skill was being put to the test.

Cycling the rifle so that normal arrows shot out, Emil released another volley into his enemy. The accuracy wasn’t nearly as precise as it would have normally been as the Quincy avoided using his left arm to steady combined with the speeds at which they were both moving. There were enough of the arrows that would meet their mark that he hoped the creature was at least a bit slowed. He needed more time and with the swiftness of battle he was afforded little if any.

Slamming into the ground, the young Gemischt felt the shock begin to surge up his legs before darting backwards as to avoid the hollow crashing down upon him. If nothing else he had succeeded in one goal and that was simply making it to the ground. In the air he was far from slow but on the ground his speed found a substantial increase as he did not have to focus some of his concentration on pure levitation, the question came with would it be enough to separate him from the hollow or would it continue to be him foolishly dancing around and getting slashed.

The one certainty was that he was accomplishing nothing but merely skating around on the defensive. Far from a battle expert the male knew that he needed to go on the aggressive or risk getting into a situation that he couldn't merely speed out of.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 6, 2014 12:56:03 GMT -5

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Post by NPC HOLLOW on Feb 6, 2014 12:56:03 GMT -5

The miss was expected. Emil had speed incomparable to any human Reaping Reaver had ever met. Even the majority of hollow could not even dream of such heights. But speed was only one aspect of fighting, and the quincy needed more than that to survive this battle. The barrage of arrows were a start, but the Reaver’s claws cocked back and slammed into them with a crimson explosion. The result was an explosion of dust and air that again hid the beast.

“I smell your fear,” the Reaver spoke from behind Emil. “You fear these claws do you, quincy?”

How the Reaver had appeared there so quickly was linked to its first burst of hypersonic movement. Still, he was clever enough to keep the machinations of his ability a secret.

The Reaver did not attack. He gingerly drew its bloodied claw to its face and licked it off. “I smell anger too. I can feel it. Are you enraged that I killed your friend, quincy? Are you enraged that I killed these families?

“Will you be enraged when I kill that other quincy?”

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 7, 2014 14:58:21 GMT -5

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Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 7, 2014 14:58:21 GMT -5

Cue Desperation music

Desperation clawed at the Gemischt more painfully than a blow from any demon. The words reverberating behind him only caused for a knot to twist in his stomach. Even now, on the ground where he was comfortable and free, he was still a tad bit slower than his enemy. No, that wasn’t accurate. He refused to consider himself slower than any individual. It was that his eyes weren’t able to keep up with the movements of his enemy. It was an odd sensation, being on the receiving end of speed that was invisible to the naked eye. It was--

“I’ll be dead before that happens,” growled the Knight-Commander in response to the final comment of the hollow.

Diving away from his enemy, Emil twisted his body in mid-air. Steadying the weapon with his right arm, his good arm, he aimed back at the enemy. In his left hand appeared a silvery dagger. Inserting the dagger into the rifle, the barrel glowed slightly as it morphed around the weapon. The pain of such movement radiated from his split shoulder into the rest of his body but it was something that had to be embraced and overcome. Accuracy was vital to this attack for he wasn’t about to just waste his inventory carelessly. He needed connection and he needed it in fairly precise places.

Starwing, a complex weapon forged by the Vatican. It fired out of the weapon with such speed and verocity that for most it would be an automatic hit, and automatic connection. The Quincy couldn’t help but feel as if even the hasty attack was too slow. He hadn’t wasted time setting his sights on somewhere small but rather focused the weapon in on the chest of the creature. Even then, with the time it took to dive and turn as well as load and fire, it seemed a tad bit slow. The dagger whizzed through the air less than a second after he first began to dive forward.

That was too much time however in the mind of the Quincy. Yet still he fired, still he dreamed the fool’s dream.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 11, 2014 7:47:47 GMT -5

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Post by NPC HOLLOW on Feb 11, 2014 7:47:47 GMT -5

Blue embers danced like fireflies, each intertwined by a tendril of smoke. Every shot Emil had fired met its mark, a credit to his ability and quick thinking. But when a black and ivory foot stepped out of the burning blue flames and towards the quincy, the fruits of his labor were revealed: his attacks held no effect.

“I fail to understand you, Lord Ggodsent. These Quincy are just so . . .,” the Reaping Reaver’s blade came down, but the distance between him and Emil was at least five meters, “. . . pathetic.”

A flash of red was end of this battle. The technique did not adhere to the laws of physics, where the fastest point between A and B was a straight line. Instead it merely appeared, cleaving Emil from left shoulder to right hip. A second flash cut the air as well, striking the rifle and obliterating the medallion that had created it. This was not a fair attack in the Vasto Lorde’s opinion, but the quincy had warranted it. With his ridiculous speed, the time limit for his Cambio Eterna was almost out. Still, the Reaping Reaver knew there were other enemies.

He turned towards Trael and narrowed his eyes. Dangerous, Reaping Reaver thought. Too powerful for me to not know of.

The antenna twitched and he turned back towards the forest. “Eat it. These types of human are not poisonous, arrancar.” A lie often killed most weak hollow.

And with that he leaped into the air in search of the last quincy, Van, to cross his path that night.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 11, 2014 14:42:47 GMT -5

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Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 11, 2014 14:42:47 GMT -5

real monsters

Confusion intertwined with horror as the hollow menace not only came out unscathed but spoke of some lord that Emil had never before heard of. Why such an entity had any interest in him or the Quincy as a whole was an unknown, but there was little time to spare thought to such things. None of his attacks had been evaded. None of his attacks had caused the beast to bat an eyelash. They had been taken head on and what was more they hadn’t left a scratch. The concept of his best assaults being unable to even penetrate an enemy’s defense seemed preposterous and for a moment he found himself in some horrible nightmare.

Nightmares came to an end.

Blood splattered into the air and for a moment Emil didn’t feel pain but rather merely understood that he had been completely and utterly defeated. The agony did find its way to him however and when it enveloped him, he found himself forced to his knees. Spots begin to appear in the corners of his vision and he gritted his teeth to refrain from passing out. How in the world had his defenses been so easily bypassed? How had he, a Knight-Commander of the Vatican, been defeated so effortlessly?

Collapsing forward, Emil caught himself on outstretched palms. Noise sounded in the background but he couldn’t make them out over the roar of his own heartbeat. He wasn’t going to die, he refused to die. There was little that he could do about the situation but he refused to even accept that simple truth. There was no way that he would allow for himself to fall and in such a disgraceful manner at that. The people of this village would be avenged and his honor would be restored.

It was at that moment that his mind registered the absence of hope, the trigger being the shattered bracelet that had been the basis for the formation of his spiritual weapon. He couldn’t recreate his rifle even if his life depended upon it. He had been separated from the one constant he had held for the past decade and the process had only taken a few minutes.

“This is insanity.” All hope was lost.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 11, 2014 16:20:19 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 11, 2014 16:20:19 GMT -5

You can imagine the look of absolute giddiness on Trael's face during the entirety of this fight, and who could blame her? Though she had hoped to actually see more from this, to see both creatures reaching their maximum capabilities so they could square off against one another in a fight to the death, this didn't feel right at all. Mr Captain Commando over there was weaker than she'd thought, and for almost ninety percent of the fight, it felt like she was watching Mike Tyson beating up a fragile 150lb woman.

It was sad, in a sense, to get manhandled like that without even being able to scrape a single attack through your opponent's armored skin. Trael could relate, as she hasn't realized and awakened her very own potentials, not by a long shot, so when the abrupt sacrificial offering was made before the Vasto Lorde took its leave, she was caught off guard, to say the least. Sometimes, not knowing the extent of your own powers was better than recognizing it like the back of your hand, and this was one of those situations that proved it to be true.

Yawn.

Trael hopped off the tree before slowly but surely making her way toward the Quincy's remains. The way she walked, and the way she was eyeing that man, it exuberated a natural prey-predator vibe, with her being the top of food chain, of course. She knew that most of his subordinates were huddled up, cowering in one of the small corners of the village, because god forbid, their paychecks were too small for them to risk their lives like this.

With a trusty wooden stick in hand (that she previously picked up off the ground), Trael crouched down right in front of still-moving carcass, and in an almost childlike manner, continuously prodded one end of the stick against the male's bloodied cheek. One could consider this to be an act of adding insult to injury, but from her end, it pretty much just means 'I fucking told you so'.

"Hm.. s-still alive there? M-Maybe.. I should chop up.. your bodyparts.. separate them.. and s-sell them. Profit.. from it. Hehehe."

Though she wasn't being remotely serious about her words, there really was no actual way of telling, what with the unorthodox nature of Hollows in general. Then again, she wasn't like most Hollows. "Or I could.. give you t-the satisfaction.. of owing me one. B-Better yet.. owing me.. your life."

No, Trael sure as hell wasn't about to go all heroic mode and pick this man up in a bridal carry, possibly walking away from this scene with a pair of shades on her eyes and a big, slow motion explosion erupting behind her. She'd whistle with the use of her thumb and index- a trick that she didn't even know she knew how to do, and for the first time in ages, she had to actually raise her tone to make sure her message gets across to wherever his subordinates are. "Duuuuuude is still.. aliiveeeee. But.. h-he's not going to be.. for long.. i-if you don't do something. So.. do.. wh-whatever you want with him."

Whelp, time for Trael to make her exit before another one suddenly pops up and they put the blame on her once more. People these days are so short sighted its not even funny.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 11, 2014 22:45:40 GMT -5

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Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 11, 2014 22:45:40 GMT -5

crappy crap

Shagged breathes escaped the pale lips of Emil Heidrich. There was a relatively minute amount of blood escaping from his grievous wounds but that didn’t mean that his body was in a decent condition. Vision blurred and head spinning, he knew that it was only a matter of moments before he collapsed and was left to whatever it was that the demons wished to do with him. A death at the hands of hollows, there would be nothing after for the young male. Once his physical body was dispersed of there would be a soul that would soon enough face a similar fate.

Words came in and out, Emil only being able to register a few of them as his body struggled with other processes. Was she calling for his reinforcements? Did she truly believe that there would be some soul coming to his rescue? No, the two individuals he had come with were dead. One he had witnessed die the other who knew was already gone or not long for this world. “None will..” he attempted to respond to her words but the energy required caused him to slump closer to the ground. What a miserable way to die, he couldn’t even kneel on the ground without finding himself incredibly stained.

“Come”

No thought was spared as to whether or not the being was calling for reinforcements to increase the size of the meal or because there was actually the intention of helping. As far as he was concerned he was already a dead man. Left alone in this forest, in his current condition, there was little chance of survival. There was also the fact that a majority of him was still convinced that he was going to beat eaten within the next few moments.

The sad part was he would actually somewhat welcome being eaten. It would put an end to his pain and suffering. Not just at that present moment but in his life. To be a Quincy in this world was to struggle.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 11, 2014 23:29:10 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 11, 2014 23:29:10 GMT -5

"You.. Quincies.. are so f-fragile."

That one statement alone was perhaps sufficient to offend the entire species altogether, but Trael didn't really gave much of a crap, just like how she wouldn't give much of a crap about his life and the pain and suffering he's going through if she were to find out about it. The male was not related to her in any way, and the only reason why she wouldn't kill him right then and there was because of the decent show he managed to put on against someone obviously much stronger than himself. Whether if it was an act of bravery or just sheer stupidity, she wouldn't know, and she wasn't interested in finding out.

"Usually.. i-its the damsel.. that would be in distress. Usually, mauviette." The latter being a direct translation of the word 'wuss' from her native tongue, which, unto this day, she had no idea what the origins are, she attempted to heft him up on her back. The enhanced physical capabilities of a Hollow made it that much easier for her to lift someone- or something much heavier than herself. As lazy as she was, Trael had already given her word to ensure this man's survival.. with a lot more terms of mockery used, but nonetheless, for the time being, this man's wounds weren't really fatal. He'd probably bleed out in a few hours, or get chewed on by another oncoming Hollow if any were to pass by, sensing his spiritual presence, so the only logical thing for her to accomplish right then was to bring him back to human civilisation, regardless of her status.

Then again, those humans would probably think that she's the one who caused all this damage, anyway, not that she gave a flying fuck about what others thought. And thus began the long trek back to town where hopefully there were people gracious enough to attend to an injured, dying man without requesting much in return. "I'd.. be f-faster.. if I.. h-had directions."

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 15, 2014 21:30:14 GMT -5

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Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 15, 2014 21:30:14 GMT -5

he so stupid

Insults ripped into flesh but the pain invoked by words was nothing compared to that of what Emil was currently experiencing. Let the hollow taunt him as much as she wanted, he cared not. She hadn’t had the gall to enter into the fray of violence and do battle with him so as far as he was concerned she was little more than a vulture coming to pick up the scraps that were left by a far greater predator. If anything her words were merely a precursor to the warm embrace of death that was soon to come. Or at least, that was what the male had been thinking until the unexpected began to occur.

Questions raced through the mind of the Quincy as he felt the hollow begin to move through the town and back out into the forestry beyond. Did she wish to eat him in a more natural environment and if so why was she taking him in a relatively comfortable manner. Had the roles been switched he probably would have dragged her kicking and screaming not caring considering that she was far less than that of a normal human; and yet here he was, being carried like a child would be carried by his mother.

Answers came and the game became clear when the final question was asked. Would he lead the demon that held him to more civilization and along with it more souls to eat? As a hollow it was expected of her to be able to sense those that were her potential prey and feast upon them but maybe she went about things in this manner for shits and giggles.

As pained breathes parted from the lungs of Emil, he told himself that he would rather die than lead to the death of more comrades. “Kill… me…. NOW.” The blond altered his usage of Blut to allow for blood to flow from his body and pour onto hers, it would be like baiting a shark with blood in his mind, for she could only resist so much. “I.. won’t help… in the death”

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