lostcarnival | ⇨ HELL

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⇨ HELL

Who: Vampire prisoners and rescue squad.
When: Evening Day 67 - Day 68
Where: Vampire Hell
What: The rescuers go to hell. Top levels are in approximate chronological order.
Warnings: Violence, torture, tryhard demons who aren't very creative.

RESCUE MISSION: HELL↴

The air smolders as you travel through the star-shaped portal the Ringmaster has opened - the gateway to the hell dimension that has taken so many if you. Ahead, you can see the grand entrance to Morningstar's fortress, a single point of civilization in the center of a barren, lava drenched hellscape. Of course, you won't be entering from the front. That would be stupid.

The Ringmaster's plan is simply in explanation but far more difficult in execution. Her instructions are that she will attack the fortress directly, and that the rescue team is to enter inconspicuously and rescue who they can while she engages Morningstar. She has provided you with silver weapons - daggers, swords, and some projectiles - which you may or may not choose to use. Shedding a trail of orange and green embers, the Ringmaster will sprout her dark, feathery wings and take to the air, leaving the rescuers to contemplate their instructions now that they've arrived.

The fortress is large, and as such there are many potential side entrances to find. It will take some doing, but the group will be able to accomplish it. Meanwhile, many of the vampires within will be distracted by the Ringmaster's now very audible arrival, and don't seem to be expecting a secondary attack. The initiative is yours, and the captives are there to be found... but will you succeed?

► GATEKEEPING: For those who don't trust their mettle enough to travel all the way to hell, there is an important job to be done back at the carnival. The Ringmaster's obsidian daggers have opened a portal there, but while the rescuers enter that portal must be protected - both to keep it from collapsing and stranding everyone there, and to prevent anything demonic from escaping onto the carnival grounds and causing havoc. If you need to take it easy but still want to help, this is a good place to be. It's also a good place for nervous hand-wringing about whether any of your friends will make it back alive.

► PLAYPEN: The cavernous pits where the neonate vampires are dumped, in order to engage in a survival of the fittest style battle royale where only the strongest and most cunning will emerge. Those that were turned during the masquerade were dropped down here a couple days ago, and so someone needs to go collect them. Try not to get eaten by the hordes of other starving neonate vampires down there while you're at it. Maybe you could even try to save some of them, if any seem worth redemption.

► CAPTIVES: While the supervisors were initially all caged together in large cell surrounded with a moat of lava, it seems that most of them have now been moved elsewhere. Where they have ended up is a puzzle you'll have to solve quickly - there are plenty of vampire sentries about to try to get in your way, and some of the prisoners may already be significantly worse for wear. If anyone has any powers that help them find people, this would be the time to use them.

► MINIBOSSES: Unfortunately, the enemies here aren't only capable of damaging the body, but the mind, too. In these particular cases, that corruption of the mind has been used pointedly to Morningstar's advantage - two of the carnival's most dangerous members have now been turned against it. If you want to get out of here alive, you'll have to go through them. If you're really lucky, you'll get them out alive, too.

► BOSS FIGHT: Before the rescuers and the rescued can escape, Lord Morningstar will arrive to corner them, with an entourage of elders. Let's hope that she gloats long enough for something to turn the tables.

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The layout of the fortress is becoming dizzying - every direction seems to lead to more stone corridors, more obsidian and lava. Maybe you only have willing fighters along with you, or maybe former captives are being dragged along as well, all in the hope of finding a way out. As you approach the gateway on the opposite end of another sprawling, cavernous hall, you may be surprised to have your path abruptly cut off by a vicious flare of bright blue energy.

The light sears the stones, just barely missing the group, and the source is all too obvious ones revealed - a giant, skeletal beast climbs down from the upper ledges of the architecture, its claws easily marring stone as they move. Over ten feet tall at the shoulder and its chest blazing with cyan fire, it lets out a roar in your direction, approaching swiftly.

It will move to engage those nearest to it without hesitation, it's movements violent and clumsy, as if it's driven by some kind of madness. Its paws hit the ground and crack the stone beneath it, as the bottom half of its jaw splits in two, to unleash another blast.

Though only those with keen eyes may see it, another figure lurks in the shadows behind the creature. For now, they only watch.

By this point, Lambert's hardly unscathed -- and it would be strange for that to be the case, anyway. It is Hell, after all, and regardless of whether or not the Ringmaster is successful at engaging the worst of their foes, this is their territory, and they have the advantage of numbers. At least a few vampires have made the attempt to take a bite out of the witcher, only to get a mouthful of poison for the trouble. When he catches sight of what might conceivably be an exit, he waves towards it (with his sword, naturally, since he's already got it out -- slick with the blood of whatever he's cut down along the way) calling his companions' attention to it.

"Gate's ahead," he starts to say, only to be interrupted by the sudden blue light bisecting the path ahead of them, narrowly missing singeing his leg off as he rolls out of its way.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" he snarls, scrambling to find his feet. It doesn't occur to him yet that the light's a familiar one: the only thing that registers is that it's yet another opponent who's in their way.

"Yeah, but why isn't anyone guarding i—"

Shima should not have asked, he really should not have asked! Of course something is guarding it! Something is always guarding whatever it is a foray into a literal hellscape is aiming for! He's not quite as bad off as the witcher leading the way, a little too slippery himself for the neonates that plague this place to get their teeth into. A little singed, though, and a little bruised, sure, but going straight into this fray armed with Yamantaka already hidden within his staff has been useful so far.

Right up until now, anyhow, because black hellfire doesn't stop lasers. He's not really sure if anything stops lasers. All he knows is he's throwing himself the opposite way that Lambert does to avoid the giant laser blast and immediately looking up.

That... is...

"A giant skeleton dog?! It shoots lasers?! Are you kiddin' me, how is that even fair?!"

This is worse than vampires! At least vampires are vampire-sized (which is to say human-sized, but you get the picture)!

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This is way worse than vampires. Vampires had skin and blood and organs, and could be burned down to charred, ashen bones. How could something that's already a skeleton be skeletonized?!

Either way, the blue light is met with a blast of yet more blue, this time in the form of a wave of flame. It parts around the carnival crew, converging on the skeletal dog beast with a loud "FWOOSH". Rin is... in no form to modulate his flames enough not to burn his allies. His last vestiges of sense and forethought can only avoid his friends.

Because, indeed, Hell's effects on Gehenna's favored son have been growing steadily stronger the longer he's down here. Even as he charges at the dog, a sword in each hand, he's completely cloaked in blue flame and difficult to see. More like a vaguely humanoid blue comet than anything else.

"HRRRRRAAAAGHHHHH!!"

Without hesitation or regard for life and limb, Rin leaps into the air and unleashes a flurry of slashes with his blades, each one sending an arc of blue fire at the skeleton beast.

The first slash strikes the creature, causing it to recoil with a pained snarl, only for the entire thing to disappear a moment later, leaving the flames to slice into the ground instead. It's not entirely clear what happened, until a moment later when the bone wolf reappears behind the group, crashing back through them in a thunder of bones and blades and leaping to try to catch Rin in its jaws.

Apparently, along with being a giant bone wolf that shoots lazers, this creature can also teleport.

Papyrus probably intended to follow Lambert's lead through the realm, but Sans' dogs had other ideas, and one thing led to another, and now there were some extremely lasered neonates back along the path the skeletons took.

They rush along the tunnels, finally confident they've found a clear path in this maze... And skid to a stop, satisfied tails wagging, as they find a large chamber full of blasts of blue light. He takes in the sight of various friends taking combative actions, in a room with seemingly no one else.

Blue lasers, blue fire... and now blue bones. Gigantic blue bones, popping into existence between the bone wolf and Rin. Everybody knows what to do when they see blue attacks, right?

(It's stop and not kill each other.)

Because even if Sans hadn't been hiding in the giant wolf the last time he saw either of them, the wolf is a friend too, and friends killing friends in the heart of hell is incredible bullshit.

Though when one person can teleport and another can jump over large buildings, the third can light fires through the bones and the fourth can light fires and stab things... Maybe the simple visual guide isn't all that's needed.

"Hey!!! Sans, are you in there??"

Between the blue flame and the wolf crashing through them, Lambert's forced to roll away again, cursing.

"What do you mean Sans?" Lambert's voice is already raised to a pretty impressive volume to just be heard over the general sound of hell being Hell. Between the lasers, the hell deathcomet, and Papyrus trying to have a conversation with a giant beam-shooting wolf, it manages to reach impressive new heights.

"That thing is the Warden?!" Yeah, between the teleporting, the being a skeleton that looks suspiciously like a parent version to the dogs accompanying him, and being on fire -- oh no wait, that's Rin -- it should have been a dead giveaway, and yet... what the hell did they do to him?

Now's not really the time for a cross-universe lecture in comparative werewolf physiology, but in this case it might actually be relevant. If Sans is cursed, there should be a way to lift it, if they can figure out what they did to him in the first place. His silver medallion is humming, the iron in his hand seems to feel colder even under the silver and the general everything is on fire-mess of the place. At least for now it only seems to be the wolf, but with this much attention, his gaze is drawn sharply to their surroundings.

"Keep an eye out for vampires!" That order'll be directed at Shima. Scouts can still scout in the middle of battle, right?

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"Huh???" Papyrus shouts back, more stunned by that question than a severe injury would make him. What kind of question is that, carnival magic turns people into things for specific places, and has the longer-term changes that last as long as they're there... but the wolf's been around before he ever even heard hell was a real place that the carnival might visit. Those transformations don't just change back and forth all willy-nilly.

"No, he's... He was inside it! The vampires dusted the wolf, and... extracted him from its ribcage?!" Even as he says it, he's less and less sure.

Come to think of it, he really hadn't suspected Sans was in it at all, not until they pulled him out. There'd been no sign of a smaller skeleton in the ribcage. But... That would mean Sans is attacking, and that's just infeasible. Sans, for whom play-fighting is too much effort, and who can't even be turned into a vampire anyway.

And there goes Rin. Shima's already back on his feet at this point, one arm up to shield his eyes from all the fire and lasers blasting around. That is WAY too much blue, guys, too much! What he does see is that Rin is about to get chomped and, hey, he is not taking the blame for this if that happens! He isn't!

"Aw, shit, shit, Rin, move! Get out of the way!" Shima yells ineffectively. Blue fire trumps black, so he sure as hell isn't about to send Yamantaka out to his doom trying to help. He clenches his teeth, sifting through several ideas fast right up until Lambert snaps an order at him. He gives a jump, looking.

Oh, right. That guy's here. Also another skeleton? Okay, that's fine, that's cool.

"Yeah? Yeah, I can do that, I got enough eyes for it..." Chances are he started out this literal hell adventure with a hat to hide the third eye stuck in his forehead (thanks, fox monster mask), so, yes, more than two, not taking into account the demon watching his back from the black flame drifting up from K'rik, his staff. "But if that's the Warden, why is he tryin' to kill us?!"

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It isn't clear if the wolf sees the summoned bones in time to have tried to avoid them - but it's very obvious that it fails to stop. The skeleton wolf crashes into the giant bones, doing significant damage to their structure but not quite enough to get through. It's massive body tumbles to the ground, cracking stone, thrashing and growling furiously now that it's failed to tear Rin apart with its fangs.

It's long tail whips around - needing to be dodged, no doubt - but it seems to struggle to get up for a moment. Now that it's relatively still, some details become more clear: the spine of its neck is stained a sickly blue, as if by a burn or bruise. The same wounded markings colour its forearms and legs.

Its eyes center on the group as it lets out another moaning roar - a cross between discomfort and aggression. It begins clumsily picking itself up, its jaw splitting again as it prepares another laser blast.

Meanwhile, Sans's dogs will have hunkered down warily in a show of submission - whatever is going on, this is clearly the alpha dog.

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Oops. It vanished. The berserk half-demon lands on the ground after his flurry, and looks around for his prey. Where did it go?!

Behind. That’s where. Rin turns just in time to see the skeleton monster coming straight for him, jaws agape. He bares his fangs and gets ready to intercept when—

BAM. There is the unmistakable sound of bone on bone crashing together as the best gets clotheslined by some very large blue-colored, almost cartoonish bones that appeared out of thin air. Well, ok, that’s nice, but Rin’s simplified, animalistic mind is kind of over all this teleporting and appearing crap. And honestly, he doesn’t care that the thing is Sans. Who is Sans? The demon doesn’t recall; he only met him once and didn’t exactly leave a strong impression on Rin’s instincts.

He was just another obstacle, and would be treated as such.

The tail whips around, and Rin jumps over it, running to one side while Sans charges his laser attack. Running fully on instinct, it seems he has no problems using his new feet at all and indeed, is using the claws and pads and extra spring in his step to his advantage. He leaps again, this time intending to land on the skeleton’s naked vertebral column, holding on tightly with his long, reptilian toes. The bruise like markings do not escape his notice. Weak points, his instincts scream. And if he manages to stay atop the beast, he’ll be making his way to stab right between the bruised vertebrae.

"I dont know!" Shima's question is a good one. Lambert's initial encounter with the vampires had been sickly sweet poison, a sense of lassitude that seeped into the ones before you realized you were already dying. Papyrus, made of bone and no fluids to speak of, hadn't been turned.

Now what was it that the Warden himself had said?

"Shit! Are you sure it's him?" The question is of course directed at Papyrus, presumably the only one of the group who can authoritatively determine the wolf's identity through whatever secret skeleton bond connects them.

"He said vampires fuck with your head!" Not in those terms exactly, but close enough. Something's more obviously wrong with Rin too, who's clearly gone off the deep end, so Lambert does the sensible thing in response to lasers and fire everywhere: uses magic to summon up a shield to keep himself and anyone in near range from getting incinerated and give him a moment to scan the shadows for onlookers, instead of having to duck and roll all the damn time.

"I don't actually know..." Papyrus admits in a relatively subdued shouting. The idea that it might be Sans, instead of just carrying him or something, is too new, and strange, and baseless, to really entertain in the heat of this firey battle. Though the dogs are being strange, ducked down and shivering instead of leaping in with enthusiasm...

He shakes his head through his confusion, and presses on to the rest of Lambert's shouts. "They do fuck with heads! They blasted the wolf's head open, and it fell apart... and they pulled Sans out of it!"

Of course, in the midst of saying that, Rin becomes even more engulfed in fire, attacking the wolf's spine. Right above the rib cage! It's like Rin's not even paying attention to their important battlefield gossip.

Papyrus summons up more blue bones, taking a moment to design an unfamiliar design with them, and finishes yelling what he knows. "Either way, if we hurt its head, he should be... mostly fine!!" Fine enough to yell and be alive. That was more fine than the alternatives.

If Rin isn't listening... maybe he'll notice a bunch of blue arrows made of bones, pointing at the wolf's head?

"Uhhh—" Spotting the giant wolf skeleton firing up another laser? You better believe your butt Shima's moving again.

He isn't going to sidle over into Lambert's shield, though. He's going to make a line for higher ground instead, where he'll get a better view of the sprawling hallway. A few leaps, a few vaults off of walls, and he's making is way up onto the upper ledges that Sans had originally climbed down from. Besides, not only is the view better, if that thing is going to keep spitting laser beams at the two on the ground level, he'll be happier way, way up here.

"...keep an eye out for vampires while we're nearly getting fried? Really?" Shima mutters that to himself, thankfully inaudible under the din of everything else going on. Once he reaches one of those ledges, he will at least stop to first note where Rin and skelewolf are, then actually take a closer look around. "I don't even see... wait..."

Is there someone else in the hall? Or is he imaginging things in the shadows?

The sword slides between the bones of the beast's neck, stopping its attempt to blast the rest of the group in its tracks. Instead, it legs buckle as it howls in agony, the blast from its jaws destroying a nearby wall instead of the people in front of it.

The howl rises in pitch, turning into a sort of shriek as it whips its head around, catching Rin between its fangs. It tears him off of its back and smacks him down to the ground - it'll try to keep its jaws around him, but the grip was uncertain. The flames build between its jaws again as it attempts to point blank laser Rin in the face.

Meanwhile, the shadows seem to notice Shima's gaze. The image of a woman will briefly appear to him, and then fade away as she blends back into the darkness.

"That's not what I--" Lambert starts to snap, exasperated -- yes, destroying the head is generally a great way to deal with anything, but the last time he checked Sans wasn't tiny enough to fit even in this giant wolf's head, so what is the skeleton going on about?

That said, it's at this point Rin gets flung off, so maybe it's about time Lambert stops yakking and starts actively participating in a fight? With Rin like this, though, it practically feels like he's as much trying to fight two people at once. He hefts his sword, checks a moment to make sure the shield's still up -- it should be able to take at least one hit, if nothing else -- and lunges into the fray, attempting to grab Rin by the scruff and pull him into the shield with him.

Once the attack passes, he'll be just as quick to push himself to his feet, sword raised. Alright, fuck thinking about it, he's just going to do what he's been trained for.

A large, demented grin spreads across Rin's face as his quarry lets out a howl of pain. Apparently the force he applied wasn't good enough to sever whatever force was keeping Sans together, and he prepares to unleash a blast of flame. Then -- woops, grabbed. Not having any muscles or tendons sure did make a creature vastly more flexible. Stuck in the jaws of the skeletal wolf, Rin thrashes and snarls, tearing his shit and skin against Sans' fangs as he tries to slice, dice, and sear with his swords. Blue flames meet blue flames, and then--

Moving, again. This time, out of the jaws of the beast. His shirt, and a not-insignificant amount of flesh, are left behind. Bleeding and pulled into the shield, the demon growls and lashes his tail. Time to take a very short break to heal these wounds.

"Kill.... you...... Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaarrrgh...."

A downside to black hellfire, it doesn't do a whole lot for illumination. While Shima is certain he saw someone in the shadows over there, he can't do all that much that doesn't come down to potentially attacking the dark. Lasers and blue fire, on the other hand!

Well, maybe only lasers. Another glance back to check on where Rin is put the half-demon injured and behind a shield. That leaves the horrifying skeletal wolf monster as the nearest option (he is not thrilled by this). Where he's standing also leaves him unable to warn everyone else without revealing he may have spotted someone, so—

Shima goes for Awful Plan C. A would have been Rin, B would have been 'shout at everyone', where C is get the monster's attention. He snaps off a verse, quick and quietly, to call up enough black hellfire to fling at Sans's side. It's only a burst of it, enough to be painful... to the soul or whatever else might run this thing, anyway, as it won't burn physically.

"Hey! Over here, you big, ugly mutt! I mean, wow, no wonder they ditched you down here in hell, with a mug like that~!"

Let's add some overly cheerful taunting to add insult to possible injury, too, yeah?

It would be trying to get through that shield protecting Rin, eager to finish the job, if it weren't for the sudden attack from Shima. It hurts, badly, and while Shima's actual words don't do much to sway it one way or the other, the knowledge of the attack's origin does.

It howls in agony, stumbling to the side, its roars even shifting into something that sounds like whimper and whine of fearful pain. But it's not done. It can't stop fighting yet. It has something to protect.

The wolf staggers back to its feet and lunges at the spot of higher ground that Shima's moved to, digging its claws into the stone and trying to pull itself up. It's taking a bit for it to get a grip, but its side means its approach is rapid. Whatever that attack was, it wants to make it stop.

With the giant wolf (who might be Sans' biggest pet, might be his living armor, and might somehow be Sans himself (???)) climbing the wall, there's plenty of space for a skeleton to run out and take stock.

Lambert has Rin, Rin has the fire, and the guy in the rafters shouting insults has the other fire. Good, that means nobody's in the middle of rushing the wolf with attacks, and Papyrus can do this properly.

He prepares a non-bone attack, complaining "one-on-one fights are so much easier." With a gesture, a blaster appears over his shoulder, one of longer fangs and orange light than the dogs he'd followed here. But this isn't like last time, he doesn't want to start attacking the whining wolf. It sure doesn't look ready to spare anybody, but... it sounds like it doesn't want to be here.

"HEY!!! Do you recognize this???" Papyrus shouts up at the wolf, and fires a warning shot at the ceiling. "Stop fighting us!!!"

Lambert has a handful of homicidal snarling demon child in one hand, a sword in the other. He'll drop the first on the ground once the wolf's attention is distracted (somehow, he really isn't worried about the demon's mortality right now) and turn his attention to where Shima's yelling and making a general target of himself, frowning.

What the hell is that joker trying to pull?

Still, while Lambert is pretty nimble, he's not interested in scrambling over rock to get that high. He can guess the effort to attract attention means something up there is of interest, but unless it comes down he won't be much use. He wishes he hadn't run out of Cat earlier, but with all the lights around the darkvision might do more harm than good.

Speaking of jokers: Papyrus is right about one thing. The beast is acting strange.

Rin only takes the time he needs to heal. His wounds cauterize themselves, then new skin grows over in record time. And as soon as he's back to 100% (and no longer being held by his shirt scraps by Lambert), he tears out of the shield with his tongue lolling out to one side.

Wait... was his tongue always long and forked like that?

Huh.

Well, weird tongues or not, Rin is going right for Sans as he climbs up toward Shima. He stabs Kurikara deep into the beast's sacroiliac joint, then unleashes a huge burst of blue light, almost like a pillar, almost like a blast -- Rin's patented Satan Campfire, but without him being with it enough to call out it's ridiculous name. The light from the blaze is blinding, and for a moment -- maybe half a minute at most -- there's not a single shadow to be had in a thirty foot radius.

Aaand here he comes. Just what is that Joker trying to pull off? A good question, but he's definitely trying to keep the wolf's attention. That is a little difficult to do, though, but right now he's going to focus on getting out of the way. When Sans is nearly up to his ledge, Shima will move, clambering and leaping up to another ledge just a little ways up, one that juts out and runs along the wall as decoration.

He's going to use that as a makeshift walkway, booking it away a ways before turning to snap off yet another verse — same as before, actually — and flinging more black hellfire the skeleton's way. He has no idea if he'll be able to keep attention on him, but, hey, here's trying.

Fire flung, he'll go ahead and shout out, "Here, puppy! Where's your master, huh? Playing in the shadows and not with you? Guess they hate ya or sometin'!"

There's too much going on for the beast to keep track of. It wants to take down Shima, but then there is another blast being shot... at the ceiling? The wolf turns just long enough to see the blast, and the bits of rubble falling downward, but something about the sight makes him feel even more confused. Worse yet, is the sound of that voice shouting at it.

The skeleton voice, that is. Not the human one from up ahead. It's attention seems split for a moment, its glowing eyes flashing towards the catster blaster as if it's drawn its full attention, its expression hurting and bothered - but then Shima starts yelling again, and another blast of black hellfire whips it in the face.

It gets knocked back, its claws scraping on the stone for purchase, pained whines coming from it again as the fire burns at its soul. It's practically blinded by that attack, meaning it's all to easy for Rin to leap on top of it and plunge his sword into its skeletal ass. The pillar of fire that follows is merciless, and the two of them are still swathed in blue light as the wolf loses its grip and falls off of the risen architecture.

It hits the stones heavily, and at first it's hard to see what the result is. The flames begin to clear, and the skeletal creature is piled on the ground below, writhing in its attempts to get up but in too much pain to do it very quickly. It howls, like it's calling to someone, the pain far overwhelming its ability to fight.

Sans's dogs whimper in return, cautiously moving closer. The wolf doesn't resist their approach, and the three smaller bone wolves set their stance around the big one, turning their attention towards the others instead. Their stance makes it pretty obvious what their intent is - get any closer and there will be trouble.

When the flash of light bathed the room, for a moment the silhouette of a woman in a gown could be seen where the shadows had fallen at the far side of the hall. Her eyes flash red - as you see her, she sees you. All of those in the room with a bestial nature will feel her pull, demanding that you stop, demanding that you submit. The urge will be nearly overwhelming.

The large wolf whimpers again, pitiful and desperate, and starts trying to drag itself in the direction that the vampire was seen, its pelvis hanging cracked and his leg broken. It flickers out of sight for a moment, reappearing ten feet ahead, and then flickering again to twenty feet further, placing itself bodily between the fighters and its keeper.

So the bone dogs are on the wolf's side now? Thanks a lot for bringing enemy reinforcements to this fight, Papyrus. But this isn't the time to shift around blame or try to point fingers – not when the real enemy, or at least the enemy that can really give them a bad day, is finally right in front of them.

For all his cat eyes and the golden horns jutting out from his skull, Lambert's no beast. He feels the influence try to take hold, a mental pressure to yield that he shoves off, straightening. Neonate, higher vampire, it makes no difference: a monster is a monster, and monsters can be killed.

"Not one of your dogs, bitch!" However, he won't be charging forward here: instead, he reaches for his belt, yanks off one of his last bombs, and chucks it over the bone wolf's head, aiming for it to fall behind it. Whether it's intercepted or not, when it impacts it detonates as another flash of light that's all flash and no bang, aiming to stun and daze long enough to let him close the gap between them.

WEREWOLF SANS

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