Gun of Horrors (Open)

[Patriot]

"Chin" Kono said as Chin nodded.

"Yeah I can feel it" Chin said, "it's Queen."

"What do we do?" Kono asked.

"We fight her...the Checkmate Four are enemies of humanity and as Patriot we fight them" Chin said as they both activated their suits and went to where Andrea was just as Smythe was about to fight her as they also fired on Andrea.

[Trenton Ricard]

Trenton, still prone on the roof, noticed the knight dude's sword shake like hell. He had a quick flashback, to when he was talking to him the first time. He said that if the sword shook, it meant that his opponent was strong. The flashback ended, and Trenton's HUD suddenly went wild.
"What the hell?" Trenton said, noticing a huge shape rise behind the model/vamp/really hot chick, a shape that his HUD was completely unable to identify in any aspect. It was just pure matte black. He also noticed his British knight friend open fire, and prepared to go Flash.

[Andrea Harkins]

((Smythe is just fighting a Neo-Fangire, not Andrea.))

The burst of black energy hits the Fangire, knocking her back slightly. She grins a wicked grin as the tell-tale marks of her kind appear on her face but not in the usual brightly coloured glass. Instead the marks looked like splattered ink only barely contained in straight lines. She regains her footing and steps back slightly vanishing in the fog.

For the moment Trenton and Smythe are alone.

***

The fangire hesitate slightly as they see Waylon transform into Dark Kiva. "That power belongs to the King."

One of them advances seeking to rend Waylong with his claws.

***

Andrea simply smirked at the lesser Fangire as she allows Kivala to bite her finger and form the Dark Kivarra suit.

"You would protect the cattle from the butcher. You children forget your place." She draws her sword and waits for the Fangire to make their way to her.

[Waylon Ciers]

"This power is mine now," Waylon said, "Because I will slay the King; this power needs a new home." He drew the Ixa Knuckle up as another weapon.

[Trenton Ricard]

"I really wish these monsters would stand and fight one of these days." Trenton remarks to himself. He removes the Raize Flash card from where he was about to swipe it through his Driver, but keeps it handy, just in case. He was still curios as to what that giant black... thing, was behind that Fangire.
"Trenton, that's not a Fangire." The Prof's voice suddenly assaults his ear.
"Keep it down. I'm hiding at the moment." Trenton said angrily, but quietly.
"Um, okay. Moving on, I've analyzed the signal that woman was giving off. It's similar to a Fangire, but it isn't a Fangire. It's more powerful than a normal Fangire, more... evil. I'm dubb-" The Professor's voice suddenly cut out.
"Professor? Professor?" Trenton said, having a bad feeling something terrible was about to happen to him.

[Andrea Harkins]

Trenton and Smythe

Both the hi-tech HUD sensors and magic indicate that the presence sensed around the woman is now within the street lamp. Before either warrior could make a move though it darts away to another street lamp further down the street.

***

Waylon

Not intimidated by the new weapon the closest fangire goes to strike with his claws. The other hangs back and launches his fangs, two blades of dark energy as opposed to the usual glass fling themselves towards Waylon's back.

[Waylon Ciers]

Waylon ran for the first one and slid, throwing a Knuckle powered punch, unaware at the moment of the attack from behind, but he would face it soon, if he turned in time.

[Andrea Harkins]

The sensation of the horror now comes from directly behind the Knight. At such a close range it's obvious that part of it is manifest as a chain aiming to reach around Smythe's neck.

***

The fangs continue to stab at Waylon's back but the powered fist connects with the Fangire's face. The flesh from the wounded fangire's face burns off but that doesn't seem to bother it all that much as it reaches out with one of it's hands and tries to grab Waylon's wrist.

[Trenton Ricard]

"He may be an asshole, but he doesn't deserve to die like that." Trenton said to himself, and initiated Raize Flash, zooming by behind the Black Knight to grab the chain and run back up another house, where he proceeds to sever the chain with swing from his spear.

[Waylon Ciers]

Waylon was grabbed. He angled the Knuckle and let a pulse fire off of it. He felt the fangs biting into him, but tried to put it out of mind for the moment. He had to deal with this one.

[Andrea Harkins]

The chains are severed, the creature now having discarded it's human form to more resemble a shambling mound of rusty chains wrapped around a giant moth's body stops to consider it's opponents. It twists it's wings around to form a shield around itself and waits for the Knight and Rider to take the imitative.

***

The fangire's grip is lessened quite a bit when it finds itself without a head after the blast. The other recalls it's fangs and backs away reconsidering the odds it has in this fight.

((I cannot recall does the IXA knuckle destroy fangire souls?))

[Waylon Ciers]

No.

Waylon turned, "Kivat," he said.

The bat flew from his belt and gripped his Knuckle. Darkness swirled around both as he lifted it up. When the swirl of darkness was gone, the Ixa Knuckle was covered in dark bat-like parts, with a blade emerging from the top, like a dagger. It was like a combination of the holy Ixa power, and the darkness of Dark Kiva.

"Come at me," he threatened, "Unlike the Knuckle...this will destroy your soul!"

[Trenton Ricard]

"Chains. Who'd have thunk it?" Trenton remarked sarcastically, and leaped off of the shoulder of the Black Knight, launching into a flying spear attack at the Horror.

[Andrea Harkins]

The disembodied soul of the fangire is different as well. It's not the vibrant ball of light that usually results from a dead fangire but instead it is a amorphous blob of blackness that slips along the ground away from the corpse faster than it should.

The other fangire laughs as he extends his arms. More of that blackness appear wrapped around his limbs allowing them to extend further well beyond the reach of the knuckle. With these lengthened limbs he tries to pin Waylon to a wall.

***

The wings shatter under the force of the blows. As it's shield breaks away it spins sending the now jagged shards of it's own armour at it's attackers.

[Waylon Ciers]

Waylon took the hit, going to the wall. He rammed the blade up one of the arms.