Role play with TheBlackCat ^^

[Crimson]

With a powerful shove the dingo pushed Feingo off of him. He quickly grabbed his sword and headed for Feingo. The Dingo moved in and raised his sword to deliver a killing blow to Feingo but was suddenly stopped in mid-air by Crimson's powerful grip. "Whoa easy now someone could hurt themselves with this thing." Crimson said indicating the dingo's sword. Crimson smashed his fist into the dingo's face, making him stubble backwards. Crimson them turned to Feingo to help him up off the ground. " You alright commander.? Lets finish these guys and get out of this hellhole." Crimson said pulling the wolf to his feet.

[saphron]

*the dingo just laughs as a fog rolls in and covers the area. backing up the dingo seems to just vanish in the fog. his oice is heard from all around.* "aye, you are quite the fighter winged one, but how long can you last!"

the wolf brings down his sword in an overhead chop. dain doges and tries to bring his own blade around only to hve it block by a curved dagger. smiling the wolf then swiches his swing mid air and drives it towards dains chest, jumping back to get out of the way, dain barely avoids recieveing a killing hit, but not before the blade nicks him in his chest.*
"not as fast as you said now are we?"

[TheBlackCat]

.....hmmmm HahahahahhahAhhhhahahahahahahahahahah ..Vince just standing ther laighing...Vince realy Isnt Vince as it seams,,The markings on his face were back his fur was ruffled and his Voice was darker and more dark each moment..

[TheBlackCat]

KANE is Back!!! Ahhhahahahahahhahah

[saphron]

*a pulse rips through saphrons body jolting him out of his ordeal. something was wrong, he could feel it. vinces energies had been replaced by another more sinister one. one he had feared would show.* 'shit'

*taking one last look at his haunting companion, he turns and runs backs towards camp, kashack laughing the whole way, a haunting presence the whole run back to camp.* 'i hope i'm not too late.'

[Feingo Ferinton]

Feingo hopped back to his feet with Crimson's assistance, though to him, he was looking at his field sergeant. His black eyes scanned the area, snarling as he searched for the dahomian that was trying to evade them. He was using some sort of voo-doo magic to create an illusion, but Feingo wasn't buying it. He stood at the ready, waiting for any sign of enemy life to attack with brute force. "It's all an illusion Sergeant. He's too chicken-shit to finish what he started."

[Crimson]

Crimson nodded at Feingo's statement. Crimson spotted a quick movement behind the commander. That was when he spotted the dingo lunge out of the fog at Feingo. "Commander look out!" Crimson said as he pushed the wolf out of the way of the Dingo's blade. There was a slight gasp from Crimson as the sword impaled him. Crimson starred at the Dingo in complete shock for a split second. Crimson then with all of his might smashed his mighty fist into the dingo making him fall to the ground. Crimson then pulled the sword out and fell to the ground. A pool of crimson quickly spreading on the ground.

[Drofgod969]

(Miss Scorpia i believe it is your turn.)

[Miss Scorpia]

The vixen screamed when she saw all that blood. She hadn't seen that much blood since.....
She quickly grab the sword by Crimsons side and joined the figth. She attacked the dingo with all of her power and sucsessfully cut of his right arm by the shoulder. She was in some sort of trance and a bright blue light seemed to flow from inside of her. Her eyecolor had turned into the coldest shade of ice. It was like all of her viking ancesters had persest her and made her go berserk.
She took another swing at the dingo, but he managed to roll to the side. She followed him as he crawled away from her. Hell, she was not going to let this bastard get away that easy.

[Drofgod969]

The pain dose not numb. Dain thought as he grabbed his chest. Come on back to the task at hand. Come on just a little more. I almost have you, but also you almost have me. I will have to time this perfectly. Dain thought as he backed up some, his cane sword at the ready and the scythe no where to be seen.

"Come on." Said the wolf. "I thought you where better than this. After i finish you off i can go to my real target." He inched his way to Dain.

Perfect! Now is the time. I got to hurry! Dain exclaimed to himself as he bent down and picked up a chain. "Ok. You want me, then get over hear!" Dain yelled to the wolf as he pulled on the chain.

The wolf was about to charge Dain until he notice the chain went right in between his legs.What tha... He thought as he halfway turned to see what was going on. Then the wolf's eyes widen with fear. His scythe was flying directly at him. He tried to knock it away with his dagger, but was to slow. It impaled him in the middle of his chest, ramming him into the ground behind him.

"Bulls eye." Dain said to himself as he slumped to one knee. Great not now. Not now! I am to weak to fight it. Dain yelled in his head as his eyes whent dark blue and bloodshot.

"Get up and see what i will do to you now." Dain said in a deep tone as he took a stance like his sword was a bastard sword.

[Feingo Ferinton]

At the sight of his Sergeants blood being spilt, Feingo's rage shot into a deep cavern of his mind which had only been unleashed one other time before. For a moment, all he could do was stand perfectly still, staring down at the sergeant as his blood stained the ground, almost unaware of the newest ally to join the fight.

Then came the sound, blood curdleing and fear striking as a deep, load and deadly blooodlust roar erupted from Feingos mouth, followed by a dead black stare on the enemy accompanied by animalistic snarling. As soon as he had a clear shot of the enemy from the allied attacker, he lunged through the air, tackling the wolf to the ground by the waiste. Once again, the fists flew. Only this time, Feingo heald nothing back, and became more beast than anything. Blow after blow was delivered at full strength to the dingo's face. The dingo fought back, delivering harsh blows to Feingo's face and chest, and even to the bullet wounds which continued to pour blood down on him. But Feingo paid no notice, and somehow managed to keep up the assault.

"Get off me fool! You don't stand a chance!" The dingo yelled, reaching his legs up under Feingo and kicking him away. But Feingo got right back to his feet and tackled the dingo again before he had a chance to rise to his feet. Feingo didn't speek, only snarled and growled violently as the bloody assault continued. His fists were becomming raw, and he was loosing more and more blood by the second. But the adrenaline of his state wouldn't alow him to notice these things. All that mattered was that this Dahomean died!

[TheBlackCat]

Vince yet still standing there just laughing insanely...Hmmm o yes this will do quite nicely he held up hs right hand witch now was a shadow claw...well sorry but i must take m leave now theres only two das left till i can clae my true power now if you would all be so kind as to move our battle out of my way..

[saphron]

*out of the mist, a swift flying cane hits vincent square at the base of his skull, a knock out point. saphron soon following, gazing down at vincents now unconsious body. looking around, he takes note of the battle being ragedaround him. sapjron growls.* 'i've had enough, this is going too far......'

"i said enough!" *throwing his hands out towards the party, the mist suddenly wafts away, and everyone is temporarily imobilized. his necklace flashing, he walks over to the two wraiths, who had just had the crtap beat out of them* "leave now...that is an order...."

"and just who do you think you are, ordering us around as such!" *the dingo looked defiant and raged. growling, saphron leaned down face to face to the dingo.*

"who am i? i'll show you" *suddenly saphrons eyes flash silver again, and they shine into the dingos eyes. when he throws the dingo back to the ground, the dingo has a horroified look in his eyes, and he seems to shrink. looking over to his companion, he sees the wolf just as terrified.

"what do you say we take a tactical retreat then?" *all the wolf did was nod. then they were both taken by the mist and dissapeared. turning to every one else saphron then walks over to feingo, and touches him on the soulder. he speaks in a soft voice.* "commander, he's gone, you got him."



((holy hell, i think the story got to me))

[Feingo Ferinton]

Feingo grabbed the hand that suddenly touched him and turned to face its owner face to face, snarling and growling like a wild animal. But as he turned, the face he found was one he recognized. The snarl slowly faded, the growl dimmed, and his nerves began to loosen as he began to come out of his illusion. "S...S-Saphron?..." His voice was shakey, almost groggy as his eyes slowly returned to their normal amber hue. He had no idea of what had just happened. The fight, the bloodshed, none of it. All he knew was,....for some reason.... he..was... very light.. headed.

His eyes shot around, realizing where he was, and that they were no longer in any danger. He looked around until his eyes came to Crimson, limp and near lifeless on the ground, blood surrounding him. "CRIMS..." He tried to take a step towards his badly injured friend, only to realize now, the adrenaline gone, just how wounded he was. The sudden movement had made it all come to him at once, and everything... started to... fade......his body... full of pain... but.... the fealing was.... leaving..... him.

Until everything went completely black, and the wounded officer fell to the ground next to his injured comrad. A pool of his own crimson life force begining to form beneath him.

[saphron]

*saphron gently guides feingos body to the ground. looking around he lets free of the imobilization spell on everyone.* "at the moment the most important thing we can do is help these men to live, i can do only so much, but i will need your help." *bending down to crimson who seemed to be the worst of the two, he examines the wound.* 'hmmmm......unfortunatly the sword didn't pirce him all the way through, that would have made it easier to heal him.'

"miss scorpia if you would be so kind as to release that sword and assist me?"

[Miss Scorpia]

The vixen throws the sword into the high grass and walks up to the wounded men. Her naked body is covered in blood, but none of it is her own blood.
She kneels down next to Crimson. She is exchasted from the fight, but her friends need her and she can't let them down.
"What do you want me to do?"

[Crimson]

Crimson stirred, barely opening his eyes. He saw what appeared to be his little sister kneeling next to him. "I'm sorry Nicole, I tried but failed you. Can you ever forgive me?" Crimson spoke placing his had on his sister's cheek. Tears welling in his eyes. "Some brother I turned out to be." He said shedding tears as he starred into his sister's eyes.

[Miss Scorpia]

Scorpia knew that Crimson had to be hallucinating. She wanted to comfort him and played along. "Don't say that. You are the best brother ever and there is nothing to forgive. Don't you dare leave me now! You hear!?" The tears ran down her face.

[Drofgod969]

Dain just stood there, in his trance. After a couple of minuets Dain came back into reality. "Glad to know that is over." Dain said as he fell flat on his back from exoschen. What was the deal with his weapons? Dain pondered, oblivious to what is going on around him. They hurt so bad i have hardly no energy left. Ok, no time for pondering. Time for a rest... Dain went into a mild sleep, and was replaying what just happened.

[Feingo Ferinton]

Feingo barely stirred as he lay there unconcious. His mind was caught between memory and reality, shooting back and forth from this battle to battles of his past. From torture to brawl. From machete blades to bullets. From Crimson and the others, to.......

"Boy hell Commander. They got you good, didn't they?" That voice! Where was it comming from? "Thurrell? Thurrell... I failed the men...." "Rest easy now Feingo Ol' boy. It will all be over soon."...... The pain..... it hurt even to breathe..... so then... why.... should... he....?

"Thurrell...." One last word, before slowly, weakly, the rythem of Feingos breathing faltered... until....... it stopped.