[12:47] It just felt too easy snagging coins from people made him hunger for more, but there was one more person left. Havoc paused..

"I know I'm a lot to look forward to, but don't drool at me.."

He didn't expect that, but four people down and one left to go; he approached Adrian with his hand extended.

"Blah Balh, White Falcon, Blah Blah, are you giving the coins willingly or are you going to force me to steal them from you? I don't mind either way, but I'm not giving the speech on how and why this is now the bandit camp."

He looked the man up and down.

"You seem like you have a lot of coins on you now, so let's get this over with shall we?" He opens and closes his hand "Gimme the coins."
(Havoc)
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12:58] Adrian merely watches as the Bandit goes from person to person, demanding coins from each. For a brief time, the Vampire finds it amusing. How easily people offered up their coin just to be left alone.

But once Havoc approached and demanded the Vampire himself to turn over his coins?

"Excuse me..?"

The Vampire slowly shifts his attention towards Havoc, and as he does so their very surroundings begin to freeze. The temperature begins to plummet, as nearby sources of water seemingly freeze in response to the Vampires annoyance.

"You dare to give me such a demand?" Adrian retorts, his gaze now focused entirely upon Havoc. Staring at the bandit was blood red eyes, ones that stared not at him, but into him. Or more importantly at the blood that coursed within his veins.

With but a wave of his hands, countless long shards of ice manifested behind him, each one pointed directlytowards the young bandit.

"I am a Viscount of Asphodel, and you DARE make me pay YOU coins?"

Even with the court of blood long since disbanded; Adrian had always resided within the settlement. And he was far too prideful to simply give up his coins because a bandit demanded it.

"How about this? You give me YOUR blood, perhaps I won't skewer you on a tower of ice."

Uh oh.
(Adrian Ivanovich)
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[13:00] Indra sighed. He really should do something here.

"Uh.. yeah. I was trying to tell you Havoc. He's someone you should aim to talk to... not... rob. He's friends or allies with my other employers. I highly suggest a more civil means... rather than hostile here."

Though he felt it was probably going to go that route regardless. He still would make sure to stop Havoc from causing any lasting issues with that action.

"So, before you make a choice like that. How about talking to him.. or better yet, let me do it. I'm good at diplomatic stuff or at least talkin' to people." He explained.
(Indra Cascade)
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13:07] He squints, and smiles; it seems the vampire was choosing the hard way Havoc didn't care if the coin was a coin , no matter who it was.

"Oh, I see you're choosing the hard way that makes no difference to me"

He reached for his weapon, and turned to look at Indra; a brief chuckle was given.

"Oh, my intent was already made so it seems like we're going to be fighting this guy right here. I guess we'll be talking after; he wants blood didn't you hear them."

He drew his blade aiming at the man.

"One thing you'll learn is that a coin is a coin no matter who it is, and once I start something I'm not going to back down from it. I'm robbing you right here and now, and if you somehow manage to bite me then so be it."

He covered his sword in a bed of flame.
(Havoc)
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[13:12] "Is that so?

Whether willingly or otherwise, Adrian would take his fill.

The moment Havoc's blade ignited with flames, Adrian merely raised his hand, causing the small section of icicles to multiple. Again. And again. So many times that the sky seemed filled with deadly spikes of ice, each and every one aimed at Havoc.

"Have it your way."

His blade is then drawn and pointed towards Havoc. A thin sheen of water travels across it's blade, while causing nearby bodies of water to churn and shift at it's call.

"Then I shall take what is mine."

And with that?

Adrian charges forth with his blade swinging down towards Havoc's chest.

It seems that this wasn't going to be pleasant for either side.
(Adrian Ivanovich)
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13:22] {Lost Aggressive RPB against Adrian Ivanovich}
[13:22] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[13:23] ** Adrian Ivanovich has inflicted an injury upon Havoc. ("Shallow Vampire Bite", "Puncture wounds congeal with distorted energy, resonant with depraved power that keeps the infliction from fully closing. A curse linked to the vampire who drove their fangs into you spreads in feverish decay throughout your body that harshly hinders the healing process.", "Temporary", "") **

[13:37] And so the battle began.

The moment Adrian took his first step, a rain of ice suddenly falls down upon Havoc. While each individual blade might've been easily dodged, the sheer amount of time proved to be near impossible to avoid them all. Despite Havoc's best efforts, some would cut through armor and flesh alike, leaving painful but non lethal wounds in their wake.

But that was hardly the beginning of the Vampire's onslaught.

As the ice rained down, Adrian charged towards Havoc. With each step, the ice froze. With each step, he moved a frightfully large distance. He was fast, almost impossibly so. And like a blur, he is soon upon Havoc, poised to strike.

Adrian's blade is brought down, only to clash against Havoc's own, sending a resounding blast of fire and water spiraling out from each blow. Purple flames collide with frozen ice. With each blow, the surrounding area is reduced to rubble.

Despite the unnatural strengthand speed used by the Vampire, Havoc seems to easily find his mark. His blade would pierce through Adrian's flesh with ease, cutting through muscle in bone much like a hot knife through butter.

But even though the wounds were undoubtedly fatal.

They did little to slow down the Vampires attacks.

In fact, after each blow, Adrian's flesh begins to knit itself back together. Piece by piece closing shut through the foul magics of Cain. It wasn't so much that Havoc was accurately landing his blows, so much as..

Adrian simply not bothering to dodge.

As the battle waged on, the victor would soon become apparent. While Havoc was no doubt growing exhausted by Adrian's constant stream of attacks, the Vampire seemed almost as fit as when the battle began.

And it was that brief moment of exhaustion that Adrian capitalized upon.

With one final swing of his blade, Havoc's own is knocked free of his hand; wrenched free from the sheer force of the blow. After which, the Vampire's hand immediately gripped his neck and pulled him close.

"Do not forget, boy. You did this to yourself."

They were the only words spoken before Havoc would find Adrian's fangs digging into his neck. His mind would be filled with excruciating pain as his life blood was drained from his body. But after a brief moment, the bandit is tossed aside after Adrian had taken his fill.

"Attempt to mug me again and I assure you your punishment will be much worse."
(Adrian Ivanovich)
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13:46] This was the toughest battle Havoc fought in his entire life; despite how many of his strikes landed they didn't seem to make a difference in the battle. Who knew this man would really make him try, but despite that the jingle of coins could be heard as they fought. Havoc's only intention was to take the bag from the vampire despite it's content.

His greed of coins would get the best of him despite how injured he appeared he continued trying to reach for that bad. It looked as if he was programmed to take coins from others no matter the result of consequences that follow.

Havoc didn't flinch at his blade being knocked away; or even at the vampire grabbing him he still tried to reach for the coins. Perhaps it was time for him to give his attempt.

"Damnit!"

He felt the fangs sink into his neck, in reality that should be the worst thing; however, Havoc felt his coin bag become rather light. He pats the bag andhe didn't know the amount missing, but it wasn't the same amount.

"No, my coin! DAMN YOU!"

He held his half fool bag this was a far greater wound then even having a limb removed at least to Havoc it was.

"You're fucking evil."

He never expected to be robbed himself, but this means he has to work twice as hard to replace what was lost.
(Havoc)
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