RP:Muraski v Omni
Background
Omni attacks Muraski with provocation, Muraski demands tribute for his actions.
Muraski Vs Omni
Muraski rolled his eyes as the male continued to speak. The thief was a simple man, honor was something he showed out of disrespect to an opponent and today, he was definitely being honorable. The human stood before Muraski, a boast about how his body was superior to the vampires and even had already begun to swing at the sired one prior to the main event. The LeskoVac grew tired of all these silly threats and attacks, the other had been warned, and no longer would he stand for such atrocities to blemish the mobsters name. With sabre drawn, the sired one wasted no time to cut to the chase of the battle. His shoe kicked the ground, dirt was lifted off the earth, and his other leg surged forth with a burst of strength that sent him towards his foe. With a spin upon the balls of his feet, his sabre was slashed in an arc for Omni's arm, to which should the male not dodge he might quickly find it severed from body. As the attacked flowed within the dance like movements of the vampire, Muraski's free hand swiftly loosed the Cenrilli repeater, a miniature repeating crossbow. The weapon shoved towards Omni's chest, two rounds to be released during the second half of the spin at a point black range, which threatened to pierce through flesh and bury into organ underneath.
Omni grinned, charging forth at his opponent, his eyes filled with a thirst for blood on this night. Not able to take it from one of the women present, he had sought out this pitiful looking man. His bleeding pectoral had already started scabbing over and he did plan on taking another injury. With a fist cocked, he swung out, but found that the being was already moving faster than he had initially planned. "Heh.. quick one aint ya." He growled, the saber barely missing him when he turned and spun around him. When he noticed the crossbow however, he wasn't about to let his chest get pummeled with arrows, so he pressed his right hand into the front of the mini-arrow shooter and let the bolts go through his hand, stopping mid-way. Blood poured from the wounds as nerve and muscle were pierced. This sent a tremor up his arm that put him in a rage, "Grrrrr." His left hand, still free and uninjured began to glow. "Burn!" a fist sized orb of red energy formed quickly and was catapulted at the vampire's chest, a concussive shell of solid flames.
Muraski made no change when the sabre missed or the bolts penetrated flesh, instead he continued on with the matter at hand. Eyes spotted the fire that barreled towards his chest, the veterans body instinctively began to away from the blast before he was struck point blank by the firey blow. As fire struck vampire, clothing was burned, leather armors incinerated, and an arm to end up toasted. A second was taken to recuperate from the new found pain that inhabited the upper arm of Muraski, his second to placed in planning, and the decision to finally be had. He pulled back from the fight, three steps to be taken away, the charcoaled arm to rise and a repeater to once more be fired. Three more bolts aimed for the human, this time all directed for his throat an intent to finish him off before any more battle was to be had. To follow the projectiles was a trinket upon his right wrist to be pressed, a grappling hook to be launched from his clan's gadget vambrace. The latching device would be aimed for leg and should it catch upon the thigh of Omni, Muraski followed with a sharp tug which forced the human to the ground. Should assailant land upon earth, the vampire was to waste no time, a sudden strike from the sabre aimed downwards in an attempt to penetrate flesh, ribs, and heart in one fluid motion.
Omni scowls, not because he is angry, but because he is happy that his spell made it through. He charged again, not allowing time to be given. He had his arm up to protect his face from oncoming bolts and his right arm to protect his vulnerable neck. Just as he had suspected, he felt more pain in his right arm where three more bolts pierced. That is when he knew he needed to act. Muttering another spell, his movements were quickened, everything seeming to slow down for him when he dropped his arms and charged full force. Right when he was about to strike, something caught his leg and he fell, something strange and alien to him attaching to his thigh and pulling him down, causing him to fall. He did not expect this, but knew what to do when he saw the saber coming down upon him. He rolled to the left, stopping when he was on his side, barely dodging the blade when he shot out his leg in an attempt to trip him, also boosting himself up, and if the trip worked, his left arm would shoot out and aim his palm at the vampires face upon which another blast of fire would be released. If the trip did not work, he would try to slam his shoulder into the vamp's chest, and then again his left arm would aim out at the man, but instead of fire, a blast of lightning would ensue.
Muraski watched as the blade missed, an unfortunate event. The kick landed in his side which sent him sideways, the mobster to land upon his side. Once upon the ground, the vampire quickly found himself to be the victim of constant assaults from fists. As firey hand approached face, burnt flesh would meet it once more, as his upper arm was raised to block the oncoming attack once more. The burns from before had already numbed the feeling in his arm, no time needed this round to recuperate from the assault and without hesitation his legs curled back. Feet launched forwards at human, aimed for whatever they could hit to knock him away. As the feet hurled towards his foe, his crossbow was fired one last time, aimed for ankles upon the human in an attempt to slow his movements. With whatever force the kick had mustered, Muraski rolled backwards and stood once the manuever was over to once again face Omni.
Omni grinned in victory as his blows landed, however he was not happy that they did little damage. The breath was thrown out of him when the vampire's feet met his rib cage and sent him tumbling backwards, the bolts in his arm and hand send further through, creating a great pain and more blood to spill. Getting a little blurry vision now, he tried to stand, but was brought back to the ground, his ankle shot through. Growling, he got up on one knee, his good one and gathered what remained of his energy into one final blast. "I'm going to…" he shook his head to clear his vision, almost ready to topple over when he picks out a spell. The energy gathered in the palm of his left hand, his pain almost stopping him from casting it completely as he pressed his hand into the ground, electricity directed at the vampire before him. This was not intended to kill, but intended to just shock him. He figured he would attack him again another day. But this day was a loss for the male. He needed to recuperate and rest.
Muraski didn't even understand what the male who looked like he was about to pass out meant, the words once again to fall upon uncaring ears. He was unsure of what the attack was to be but soon found out as electricity shocked through his legs and sent him to his knees. With great struggle the male worked to stand before his foe, no manner of pain would drive him to his knees. He fought against the muscle crushing lightning, he worked hard to stand, but it would seem that the time to pass would take several moments before he finally could.
Winner: Muraski
Muraski finally found the electricity which bound his muscle from being able to move with ease to pass through his body. Slowly he stood, the approach towards the man to be one of menace as the main-gauche was withdrawn from his belt. The dagger which was meant to be used for defense had taken a keen place in engraving things on people's flesh within the recent weeks. With little effort, Muraski forced the weakened human onto his back, the vampire's knee to be placed in his gut so that Omni would find movement hard to do. With a slow pace, the words were crafted into place, the thief's words to be done with gentle care, the hands of a craftsman, one who had worked his entire life, to be placed into every single cut. When it finished, the words 'I'm a bitch' were written across his upper chest, though the blood made it hard to see. A rag was taken from his inside pocket, the liquid wiped away, and Omni lifted by the back of his neck. With minimal effort, his body was displayed to all who watched the fight so that they could clearly read the new tag which was placed upon Omni's chest. “Next time we play, it's for your life.” The words were made only so the human would hear, with that, the vampire would turn to leave, his victim set back upon the ground for any who wished to tend to him, to do so.