Alastor is ambushed when fighting Kiha

[01:44] "Well, well, well. I guess there's nothing to be done then!" Alastor speaks, before letting out a sigh. He shakes his head from side to side, before looking towards Vedran. And then, Rieka flaring slightly, the man seems to allow it to softly expand outwards.

His voice takes on a slightly harsher tone. "Very well. I was going to just kill Kiha, and be on my way; I'd leave Najin here, to pick his own destiny! Am I not generous for that?" And then, he shakes his head from side to side.

Another sigh.

"I guess Kiha just wants to have more people dying because of her anyway. It's alright; I don't judge." There was certainly him ignoring the other ones and their comments, before he takes out the weapon.

Eyes glimmer in green.

"Not like I mind. Very well, then. You lost the most generous offer you could ever have; And bear in mind... After this? I'm going to get every single one of you." Alastor continued, briefly coating his blade in the small bottle of Magibane that he brought with him. Obviously, if he intended to poison anyone...

It was Kiha.

The first one he would likely use the rapier to thrust at.
(Alastor G. Vishkar)
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[01:44] Vedran Ivanovich asks, "Can I just say- . . . when your friends promise you an easy night out?"
[01:44] Vedran Ivanovich says, "It'll never be easy."

[02:13] Gabriels face went from the usual go happy to a fierce warriors in an instant. His pupils would dilate. Heavy breathing, he could feel it. This was the rush he got with the koar. But this time a little different, maybe not as scary. This time he was focused, prime and not going to be beaten.

The Explorers rushed in. Gabriel smashing into the lightning mage as hard as he could.. So hard infact he flew off of the ground and landed on a ledge.. A very, very high one.. He had to quickly climb down. Only to see some of his guild on the ground. He quickly helped up Drox. Giving him a slight nod.

Gabriel was in no smiling mood, but if he was he would of shined bright in this moment. Gabriel swung Drox over his shoulder into Alastor. Stunning him place. Gabriel dashed through, his sword hitting true. Though it was strange, he could not use any of his magic.. " HuH? " A big hit from Alastor sent him back. But he was quickly returned. His magic returned to him, he'd unleash a barrage of blows on the man. Helping Naeve take him down.

Gabriel rushed the others around, helping with what was left. Cuts and what he could only figure were bruises to come. Gabriel wiped at his brow. Stabbing his sword deep into the dirt. " Good Job Explorers! " He said giving them all a big thumbs up. His attention turned toward Yuki. " Everything alright? Also about that payment. " A bright smile coming over his face as he said this.

(Gabriel Gelmont)
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[02:15] The sounds of battle roared around him where he lay. Many times he felt the brush of nearby flames and ice and other unfamiliar magics, but the kitsune had none of the strength to move. He was terrified and weakened, exhausted and damaged in many a way.

Then it was quiet, and he managed to lift his head as a familiar scent fell over him. A warm, safe grip held him close. Long was the inhale that followed, as the collared kitsune took in the scent of his only non-blood 'family'. Then, with the effort taking much of his strength...

The embrace was returned.

Najin buried his face in her shoulder, turning his head from side to side. With more vigor, tucking that scent away, making sure it was real. This was real. She was alive, she was in one piece, and the threat that had pursued them was chased away. Kai would be furious, but he couldn't think of such things now as he held the girl close with every bit of his strength remaining.

Kiha…. Kiha, Kiha, Kiha. The name echoed in his head, and the Kitsune shook violently. He wasn't worried about his own injuries, or that she hadn't come to save him. The kitsune was simply happy, so damnably happy to hold her again, to know she was safe. Not only safe, but she had friends...

Najin buried his face, and wetness touched Kiha's shoulder. Najin never, ever shed tears, but here he did so, simply holding on and refusing to let go anytime soon. Kiha was okay. Alive. Kiha had survived... There was hope still there to be found, and he felt it return and finally overcome his fear as he felt the physical embodiment he'd never thought he'd hold again now resting in his grip.

He was too afraid to let her go.
(Najin)
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[02:16] Flashback to the battle, he'd never been in a serious fight. That'd be clear to see to those who where bloodied to the ways of war. Yet, this did not stop the mighty Drox Vagabond Hench from unleashing a fusillade of ki upon the enemies.

He'd through up a ki-shield as he rushed ahead of Gabriel, willing to take the hits in order for the stronger warrior to set up his own. He'd rush in at Alastor his hand pulling back and striking with a mighty whip of vines, followed by a rushed ki-blast.

Yet, he'd been smacked away after his initial assistance. From the ground the warrior had risen. Raising both hands filled with mighty orbs of ki. His mana circuits shining in terrible power as he touched his inner soul. His target was clear, Alastor's defenses down as he focused upon other foes.

"Double Trouble!!!"

The man yelled as he'd shoved his hands forward, two beams of ki striking the Eternal viciously. Leaving ki-burns upon his flesh. It'd been enough to distract him so others could rush in.

With Alastor pre-occupied Drox had shifted his attention upon the Vampire. They each traded blows with each other, bullets of ki released only to be dodged. Great vines tossed and the gravitational forces themselves brought against the child of Cain. In the end it had not been enough and our mighty hero had been rendered out of the fight.
(Drox Hench)
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[02:16] After the clusterfuck that was a fight her arm was sheared off by Kiha. Nevertheless she fought until she couldn't anymore, the heat from Kiha mostly cauterizing the wound anyway.

After it was over she floats to her feet a little unsteady from the difference in balance.

The Nagual smiles at all of them in a way that promises blood to paid later,

"You have made you choices, remember, you will not always have a group so large, you will not always have someone happen by to save you, and best of all if you do. I'll pick each one off, one by one. Until you are alone.

Then my revenge will be had. And It will likely not be swift. You have made enemies here today, and all to help a traitorous twat who ran from justice.

A neutral party you are indeed. How would the Brotherhood of Light feel if they knew you were helping someone who admits to trying to revive a vampire tsk. It'd be a shame if they received a letter saying you were protecting someone like her.

She lets some of the blood from her missing arm roll into her remaining hand and she licks it, her teeth stained red with her own blood.

"The first blood I taste is my own, the next will be yours."

She uses her gravity magic to hold herself aloft to make sure she wont collapse.
(Jessika Ann)
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[02:17] Terrible. TERRIBLE results. He wanted something-- They weren't going to get in the way of what he wanted. They weren't going to keep him away from Kiha, they weren't going to keep him away from the scum. The words exchanged allowed his mind to race as to excuses, other ways, and...

They were not only doing that. They were trying to get something from him. They were trying to get NAJIN. He was going to release the Ookami, but now? Nevertheless, he was to blame for this. Not Alastor.

Najin.

"I WILL KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU! YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET THIS! YOU, THE ONE WITH THE SILLY HAIR, AND THE REST OF THIS GANG OF EXPLORERS BARELY WORTH THEIR OWN CLOTHES. YOU WILL REGRET FALLING FOR A BLUFF."

Purple irises continued, moving erratically-- He had to make sure that if they were going out of this place? They were going to get out hurt. He had no intent for anyone, besides what he set his mind onto. It was always like that, it was always how he felt about everything.

And this? This was no different.

He had an objective in mind. If anyone dared to stay in front of him, they were simply obstacles. Unfortunately for him, they proved far too many obstacles. To others, it'd be obvious; Clearly outnumbered, they had little to no chance.

But for Alastor?

The blame wasn't on him.

It was on the others that came with him. Strikes were thrown, side to side; He was surely hitting harder, stronger, perhaps faster. The endless thrusts were certainly leaving scars in their opponents, even if most of them weren't enough of a problem to not be treated nigh immediately.

But in the end, they are all forced to scurry. "RETREAT!" He calls out for the other two legionnaires, and the vampire. Obviously, defeat wasn't an option for him. It never was an occurrence of fate, a thing that happened whenever people weren't prepared for the danger they faced.

Defeat was merely the slack of others.

Jessika was hurt. The arm flying out was a signal, something that he paid attention, irises green with the brimming Rieka following it as it moved around in the air. The unwitting salvo of offensive strikes came to a halt for a while, before...

He decided to take a different approach.

"RETREAT!" He yelled out again, before moving away, likely trying to carry the Nagual out of battle, or Fethi if need be. He was slightly affected by the mana injected inside of him, but he could still hold his own. Rieka overpowered that, after all; It was only a matter of time.

"Know this, though, explorers!" The distancing voice continued to provoke. "I get what I want. Sooner, or later-- And you will know that there is no afterlife unless I allow it."
(Alastor G. Vishkar)
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[02:25] The Knight charges in while enshrouded in a miniature snowstorm of his own. Brandishing his rifle and magic does he charge into the battle. His eyes look over the opposing group, his gaze flickering to find a target. He does, and then comes his flurry of magics.

Here would mark his first true fight. A fight against those he opposes for his belief of what is right. What he'd come to learn must be right. His magics collide with the enemies'. In this fight does he feel the intent of true attacks. The intent to injure, maim, or kill their opponent.

The intent strikes true - in the confusion does a blade strike at him with nearly unmatched precision. His eyes widen and he attempts to react, but his body freezes in panic. The blade finds an entry point at the position above his heart. In this instance does he feel the lingering coldness of death, but?

The tip of the blade stops mere inches away from his heart and is withdrawn fromhis body. Blood gushes from the wound and the intense pain rushes over his body. A loud, gut-wrenching yell is heard. This sort of pain is certainly a first for him. And when he looks up does he see the inflictor of the wound - Kiha.

A gust of wind pushes him backwards away from her. His hand presses at the bleeding wound, finding the sanguine leaks through the cracks inbetween his fingers. His gaze becomes shakey, his head rushing with emotion and thoughts, as he looks up.

His comrades are injured and this battle had ended in defeat. Their purpose goes unfulfilled and he'd merely been at the mercy of his old friend in this fight, mere inches away from death itself.

"Kiha.. Kiha.. Why.. Why.. WHY!?" He yells as he gets up from his knees. He looks to her with a pained expression, but is forced to suddenly draw back by the resounding voice of Alastor. It reminds him of the situation he is - he must leave. A burst of wind comes behind him as he sprints off holding his wound and rifle.

(Fethi)
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[02:29] Fate was on the vampire's side once again, despite the stacked odds-- once the clash started, Vedran would immediately vanished without a trace; quickly reappearing to strike at hatted ice magi, managing to sweep many of them aside with a large blast of pressure-.. the battle was spent speeding across the field; attacking whoever crossed that vindictive scarlet gaze..

Demented laughing ringing out across the field; but! It wasn't very long before the adventurer's caught on to him.. immediately finding himself the center of their attacks; how unfortunate.

Despite massive physical advantages -- numbers would win out in the end! Finding himself with a flower crudely placed in his hair; and with Alastor yelling profanities and yelling "RETREAT!" Vedran found himself compelled to listen.

The flower would start to slowly coat in ice, shattering with a simple gust of wind..

No witty banter was exchanged--..

Except one small remark to Kiha..

"Maybe not! I have a family to get home to and I ain't sticking around! Farewell, kid.."

Somehow seemingly less angry then the other two-.. maybe because he didn't even get injured.
(Vedran Ivanovich)
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