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Post by Count Dracula on Mar 29, 2011 20:27:38 GMT -5
*They were a mass, dark feathers and grotesque flesh, biting and clawing wildly as they hung precariously in the middle of the large hall. Dracula screeched in pain as the angel raked angrily across his face. Shoving his weight fully against his opponent in retaliation, Dracula flung the other across the room, forcing him to hit the wall hard.
His wings continued their slow, strong strokes, keeping Dracula aloft as the wounds the angel inflicted healed up.*
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Post by Raziel on Mar 30, 2011 1:14:23 GMT -5
((I'm imagining like Wolverine vs. Sabertooth now. They could fight til kingdom come, ha.))
The collision with the masonry knocked the breath out of him for a moment, and he almost hit the floor before flying back up--with a heavy armchair in his arms. He hurled the object at Dracula, aiming for the vampire's midsection as the archangel swooped through the air in the wake of the projectile.
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Post by Count Dracula on Mar 31, 2011 14:57:10 GMT -5
((Yeah, it does seem rather counterproductive. Silly boys.))
*Dracula had not been entirely prepared for the force the chair was thrown and he caught it square in the gut. Hurled back against the stone wall the furniture shattered against him and he collapsed momentarily to the floor. Glaring up at his opponent callously, he shoved off hard, flinging his full weight into the hovering angel and sending them both towards the high arches of the ceiling.*
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Post by Raziel on Mar 31, 2011 20:27:12 GMT -5
They went spinning, the direction random, and Raziel tried vainly to correct their course before they hit something else--but despite his best efforts, it wasn't enough, and he found himself slammed into the large chandelier that hung over the room. His wings caught in the object, and he struggled to break free as he once again tried to get his wind back.
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Post by Count Dracula on Apr 2, 2011 11:43:32 GMT -5
*Dracula did what he could to take advantage of the situation, twisting the angel's arm back roughly as his adversary tangled in the fixture. The bend left Gabriel's throat more exposed and Dracula took full advantage of the moment. Mouth agape, all was razor-like fangs for a fleeting moment before the full force of the bite sank into the angel's neck.*
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Post by Raziel on Apr 2, 2011 14:43:46 GMT -5
This was going so, so very badly. He'd won many a fight before--true, he hadn't much of a strategy other than "win", but, well, it had worked previously. He'd come in with something better this time, since this was Dracula and not some random drunk in a bar, but his plans had been sketchy. And now it was going sour.
He struggled, trying to reach the chain that held up the chandelier with his free hand, flinching as one of the pointy parts of the fixture jabbed him in the wing and tore a nasty gash in it. His fingers were just touching the chain when Dracula sank his fangs in. Crying out in pain, he tried to buck the vampire off while fumbling to release the light fixture.
His angelic system, tough as it was, reacted badly to the vampire's touch--it was a searing, acidic pain, likely very similar to what a vampire that was affected by such things felt when hit with holy water. Finally, Raziel grabbed the chain and ripped it from the ceiling, sending the two of them and chandelier plummeting to the floor.
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Post by Count Dracula on Apr 2, 2011 17:16:33 GMT -5
((Your reply is so awesome. I was all grins reading it.))
*It was not that Dracula was unmoved by his rival's heavenly nature, the blood burning even as he forced himself to drink deeper. Sheer will would prevail. He would not stop, not even as the pair tumbled back to earth, collapsing hard on the long banquet table beneath them that splintered at the impact. The force of it caused Dracula to exhale sharply, coughing the angel's blood back up, but he still remained firmly latched to his opponent. The couple looked a bloody mess, wet and sticky, even as the skin burned and blood boiled.
Dracula would not be defeated by this impudent boy, no matter the cost. His determination had kept him alive for centuries and that was not changing now.*
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Post by Raziel on Apr 2, 2011 17:53:05 GMT -5
The crash of the chandelier and the splintering of the table was jarring, making his hurts hurt worse and adding more to them. On top of that, Dracula's impression of a leech was weakening him something terrible, to the point where he could actually feel the strength being drained away--and all along in the background, the shearing fire from the vampire's bite.
A bit feebly, he struggled until the two of them rolled off the debris and onto the floor, Raziel landing on top of Dracula.
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Post by Count Dracula on Apr 2, 2011 18:09:59 GMT -5
*Dracula winced under the weight of the other, snarling as he dug his claws into the angel's shoulders as he tried to gain his footing against the cold floor. His wings were crumpled painfully beneath him, but he fought to right it. Squirming a moment, he gave a violent shove to the right, rolling them both so he possessed the upper hand once more. The pain was becoming much more noticeable, but he tried to push through it. Eventually Gabriel would run out of blood. And that's all he could hope for.*
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Post by Raziel on Apr 2, 2011 18:13:02 GMT -5
Raziel was struggling, but it was becoming harder to do much of anything effectively. The blood loss was really getting to him now, and he could barely lift his hands to swat at Dracula.
"Rotten...bastard..." He muttered breathlessly.
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Post by Count Dracula on Apr 2, 2011 19:55:01 GMT -5
*Dracula could feel the energy escaping Gabriel and his bite finally released. Blood sizzled against his skin, bubbling even as the flesh burned and healed itself. The vampire shrank, melting back into his human form, still clutching the angel tightly. His eyes were cold and locked on his rival's.*
"My...lineage...was never...in question." *He spat the words and blood, obviously worn by the exertion.* "You...should know...better."
*With that he balled his first and punched the angel full force in the face. It has surprised him, but he'd found the act most gratifying.*
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Post by Raziel on Apr 3, 2011 0:06:18 GMT -5
His head was spinning, and the blood lost left him dizzy and disoriented. Worse, he could barely move and when his wings retracted and vanished they left behind a nasty gash on his back, the injury mirroring the one on the torn wing. He had time only to roll his eyes at Dracula's response to the insult when the vampire hit him, knocking him out.
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Post by Count Dracula on Apr 3, 2011 16:29:21 GMT -5
*When the angel went limp, Dracula slumped in exertion. The battle had been a strain, though he would never let on at the time. He sighed heavily, wiping the burning blood from his face with handkerchief from his jacket pocket. Shifting his weight, he sat on his opponent to rest.* "Oh, Gabriel. One would think you'd know better by now." *He stretched his neck briefly, his wounds still in the process of healing.* "I will make sure you are well educated." *With that he stood, grabbing the man by the ankles and dragging him down to the dungeon.* ((If you want to start a dungeon thread, that's fine. Or we can keep it here. Yea ambiguous thread names. ))
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Post by Raziel on Apr 3, 2011 17:00:28 GMT -5
((Here's fine!))
**IN THE DUNGEONS**
Raziel felt as though he were floating. He realized it was likely because he was drifting along in unconsciousness, but try as he might to swim back to the surface of wakefulness, it didn't take. Funny. Was it always cold here? Damp? And why did his arms feel so heavy?
Suddenly he snapped awake, finding himself shackled in a dungeon cell, locked behind a heavy oak door with a small barred window. He shifted, then grunted as every one of his aches and pains made themselves known at the small movement.
He'd been caught.
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Post by Brandi on Apr 3, 2011 17:16:00 GMT -5
*Brandi stood on instinct at the sound of footsteps in the hall, but they never made it to the door of her cell. There was a weight being moved across the way from her, but she couldn't see. She strained against the restraint, iron cutting into raw flesh as she tried to see just a bit more. It was of no use. So she waited in silence (not wanting to remind Dracula how much he disliked her) until the boots clopped away again. She wondered who it could be. Obviously someone on Dracula's shit list, but there was a long list. There was, however, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.*
"Hello." *She called out in a loud whisper, hoping her voice would carry.* "Is anyone there?"
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