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Post by Tobias Neverwells on Jan 24, 2009 13:02:00 GMT -5
The attack caught Tobias off guard, especially seeing someone actually fighting off and winning against his mind control. His hand flew to his shoulder as the blood flowed forth, and he hissed at Brone. Now he may have been a soldier, but he was fairly new at it, and wasn't a hand-to-hand combat guy. It had only been two years since his planned death, and now he was actually going to have to fight someone.
But the fear wasn't apparant and he launched himself at Brone, digging his fangs into the prince's shoulder to tear away at the flesh. His shadows rose up and also began their pummeling descent on Brone, to give him leverage.
ooc: there's your weakness dear XD
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 24, 2009 13:13:46 GMT -5
ooc- thanks, lol
Brone saw the quick gleam of fear, or at least, a look of being unprepared in Tobais's eyes. Brone knew how to fight with his body, he needed nothing else. And to win he just had to stay close enough to Tobais to do him harm right up close. The magic and venom in his shoulder stung harshly, and the shadows cut deeper, making him howl in pain. But a bite was not going to stop him. He did stumble back a bit, a hand flying defsively to the wound, his arms raised against the shadows. He couldn't afford to doubt though. He had to act liek this was any other foe.
The prince materialized behind Tobais and grabbed one of his arms and pulled it behind the witches back. Only he pulled a bit too hard and he heard all the joints pop out of place, shoulder, elbow, wrist. Brone grinned, despite the fact that he felt tired and had to blink to be able to see properly. He only thought of killing his prey, letting go willingly of his brain, maybe that would help him not feel sorry later.
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Post by Tobias Neverwells on Jan 24, 2009 23:13:51 GMT -5
Tobias let out a shocked and pain-filled yell as his entire arm dislocated and became useless. He hadn't planned a fight tonight. There was no time for a plan or even trying to figure out his faults. He tried to overload his mind once more, and to use his shadows as well while he tried to swing at the prince, yanking his arm out of his hold. Fighting fair had never been his forte. How else would he have gotten a vampiress to become his lover?
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 25, 2009 13:18:20 GMT -5
The yell made Brone happier than it should have. Rage and hunger for Tobias' death was almost unbearable. He just couldn't feel guilty about it though. He knew this was unfair, but who would mourn for him? There was no one left for him, was there? He hated his life... The shadows cut deep into his flesh, but he would not let go of his prey, his large hands clutching to the arm that now hung limp. Brone suck his teeth into Tobias' back, ripping them down over his spine. Brone felt dizzy and he could hardly see, his eyes closing to try and keep the fog out. He threw Tobias at a wall, hoping it would quell the fog from spreading.
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Post by Tobias Neverwells on Jan 25, 2009 15:05:33 GMT -5
The mix of undeniable pain and being thrown against a wall halted Tobias' connection to Brone as he writhed on the ground in pain. Even the shadows moved back to their places for he could not concentrate on their continued use. The thought of him dying flashed through his mind and in that second he knew true fear. Looking towards the open window, he quickly tried to pick himself up, stumbling over himself for the damage to his spine made it hard to control his own body, as he headed towards that window as fast as he could, needing to heal, get blood, do anything that got him away from this crazed vampire until he could pick himself back up and retaliate.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 25, 2009 15:35:44 GMT -5
Brne saw that he was winning, Tobias was walking-- if you could even call in walking-- toward the window. His body bent and bleeding. Magic was loose in the air, but it was no longer attacking him. His mind was clearer and he looked at what he was doing with a knowledgeable eye. A human eye, not an animal one. But his real vampire pain was more than even his animals furry. He ran at Tobias, knocking him to the floor, crushing a few ribs in the process. Brone looked deep into Tobias' eyes, and for a moment couldn't do anything, but he knew this man deserved to die. But there was no reason to cause him any more pain. Brone wrapped his hands around Tobias' neck and cracked it once, and hard. That would be enough to kill him, almost instantly.
ooc- i kinda took that into my own hands so to speak, if you want to drag it out i can modify my post
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Jan 25, 2009 16:22:10 GMT -5
ooc: no its fine. i didn't have much to say anyway
The look of fear remained rigid in his face even as the light went out from behind his eyes. There was nothing left to deal with.
Victoria appeared back in the room just at that point, a cloaked figure at her side, just as the death blow was given. Both seemed frozen in place just for a moment before the baroness walked over and laid a hand on Brone's shoulder, tugging on it slightly for him to move away from the body. She knew that justice had been served in the young vampire's case, but she still felt that it was another casualty of this forsaken war. And that was another death too many.
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 25, 2009 16:33:38 GMT -5
How long had Brone wanted him dead? How badly had he wanted Tobias to pay for what he had done? But now that Brone was looking into his lifeless eyes, he felt weak, like half a person, not even a man. Revenge was a fool's dream. He had killed someone, someone who had caused him pain, and would have rotted in jail or burned anyway if the law had caught up to him. Brone had been so sure he wanted justice.... but was this justice? The room was spattered in both their blood, a dent in her wall. And as her hand came to touch him on the shoulder he covered his face with his hands, backing up as she guided him. Victoria agreed that he deserved to die, but somehow, he felt guilty, low, and small.
He stiffened again, taking away his hands, trying to center himself---find the man inside. His clothes and skin covered with tiny deep cuts from the shadows attack, only a long cut across the right side of his face the most painful. He could feel another in the room but could not turn to see who it was. "I apologize." Brone said in a hushed disjointed voice.
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Post by Serena De Lorme on Jan 27, 2009 14:39:59 GMT -5
Victoria could only guess at what was going on in Brone's mind right now. There had only been one person she had ever killed and that was for reasons she would no longer like to dwell on. Looking around her study, she found herself wondering why. She knew why the deed had been done, and she knew why Tobias deserved the fate that he had been given, but what she wanted to know was why it had to be Brone to deal such a blow. His vengeance was redeemed, but his body language told her differently. Killing another being like yourself was something that, depending on the person, could affect someone's psyche differently than others. Sometimes towards the worse.
"Do not worry about it," she replied to him softly. "Are you in pain? Do you need to be healed? I can feel his dark magic in his blood."
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Post by Brone Van Estra on Jan 27, 2009 18:45:10 GMT -5
Brone was quiet for a moment and he smiled grimly, turning to her. "I'll heal on my own." he said. And the a cuts in his arms and legs---in fact all over his body-- were deep but they would heal in time, hopefully quickly, it wasn't like he could bleed anymore. Now he was just hungry, having lost all that he had eaten. No doubt his eyes were paled red with need, but the long line on the right side of his face stung but he couldn't bring himself to ask for help.
"Thank you, but I must go." Brone said, bowing low to her, unable to keep himself here. "Sorry for the mess...I shall .....dispose...... of the body." He added in a low voice, and taking a small shuddering breath he picked up Tobias and disappeared. he'd left her with the blood, but there wasn't much he could do, unless she followed him out and tried to get him to return. But his mind was so far gone.
He lit Tobias a flame, the way to properly kill a vampire after all, the smoke clouding up into the air, into his wounds, the glazed eyes still watching him. But he had to go to the Palace, they were running short of time.
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