Bullets over Broadway: 11:30 P.M. (Feat. Appolonia Franchetti, Sara
Pezzini, Jackie Estacado, Lara Croft, Ian Nottingham, and Tora No Shi)
Her head shook slightly with the thought of Paulie. Paulie, Paulie, Paulie, the stupid boy should've stayed back when he had the chance. A deep breath. She always liked Paulie- but now that didn't matter, he got in her way, and that was something no man could/should do. Eyes glared toward the family house, where he was no doubt sitting enjoying himself. Her body stopped as she looked to the sky. Soon it would be night- and she knew what that would mean. A sneer.. or maybe laughter crept upon her face as she turned to enter her house.
Sara had an extensive meeting with Danette Boucher, and was given a job for that evening. She was under the guise of a model and hoped that she might draw the attentions of New York's recent serial killer. If the din of her motorcycle (parked on the sidewalk adjacent the main doors) weren't enough to draw attention to her, Sara's attire was. She took her time removing her helmet and allowing her still semi wet locks to fall freely, with a confident stride she walked to the building. Pushing open the double doors with a dramatic flair, the Witchblade wielder stepped into the main floor of Bullets over Broadway, an exclusive nightclub where the shoot was to be. The occupants in the room glanced up from their seated positions in the modest lobby and Sara gave a toss of her still wet locks and leaned against the pedestal waiting for the club's host.
Jackie blazed down the streets... the sunset was approaching and things were about to get hectic but not so much as usual seeing as he was in a better mood than most days. The day was going so far so good but he had a feeling that something bad would soon happen... Every good thing must come to an end someday. Yellow flames of energy trailed from the corners of his eyes as the Darkness would soon pick up and consume his entire figure. The features of the Darkness would soon come to pass over his physical being. Jackie was on his motorcycle at the time so it seemed that a bright orange/red light going about 110 mph was heading through the clear streets that headed into the city. The blessed Suzuki GSR 1300 Hayabusa now had a new 'Darkness' look to it and seemed to go even faster (Is that street legal for a motorcycle?). And his 'crew' of Darklings drove closely behind him each their own motorcycle if not on Jackie's shoulder. Within the next five minutes he'd be inside the city, if not faster seeing as he was picking up more speeds with the passing seconds. Trees seemed to look like blurs only in the night. The devious giggles of the Darklings would be his background music as he approached. As he raced... he thought of what to do for the night. He wasn't sure where Lara was but he had some feeling that she may have been with her new best friend... Pezzini. So with that note, he'd have to go pay someone a visit... wherever she was, the darkness always let him know whenever she was near.
The black dress hugged her curves, the diamonds sparkled around her neck. What else could one woman want for a night on a town? A quick smile was given to the driver as she slipped in the back of the car. Taking a breath she settled into the seat and crossed her legs, the car moving moments later. She could feel it in her bones.. something interesting would happen tonight.
Tapping her nails against the mahogany surface Sara tried to fit into the part she was playing. As the host made his way to the lobby, she pretended to yawn. "Jeeze it's about time." she complained. "Can I help you miss." The sooty assuming asshole scanned her over and then picked up a clipboard pretending to be swamped with responsibility. Sara rolled her eyes, "The Name is Annabelle DuLoncray. And yeah you can help me. I'm late for a fucking photo shoot for Boucher Industries, so go and make yourself useful and get me a bottle of Evian." She pushed the shocked man aside and walked into the main room. Not even Sara was ready for what she saw there. This was a club that looked fondly upon the S&M and bondage scene. She tried to look comfortable, but in these clothes, it wasn't hard to blend in.
Jackie felt a deep shock within his armor, within the depths of his soul. His eyes blazed once more as this happened. The Witchblade was close by... very close. He parked the bike right next to Sara's not exactly having known it was hers yet. The Darklings kept going, some stopping with him. He reverted back to his original form. Not as dressy as usual but he was always sharp even in his regular clothes. The Darklings didn't follow him but always stayed on watch of him. His bodyguards if you wished to call them that... "I know she's close but this is.... No, maybe she's just hiding, doing spy work as she always does... but it wouldn't hurt me to go watch some models."... he slid his hands into his pockets, only poking it out to show his I.D.... and I.D. which allowed him to almost anywhere he wanted to go, sort of his own little key to the city. But anyways... he was now apart of the crowd.
She eyed the dark haired driver, eyes gleaming. A grin before her head jerked to the windows. Something was getting closer. A breath as she looked out the dark windows. Jackie. A sneer as she shifted, her eyes turning towards the driver as she shifted. "Stop." The driver did so, her body almost flying towards the back of his seat. A growl was emitted from her throat before she stepped out of the car. "Miss. Miss come back into the car please?" Eyes flashed towards him as she glared, staring at him before walking off to the dark alleys. " Ma'am!!" no answer "oh I am going to get fired for this.. I know it". He continued to mumble as she made her way through the streets. The silent calls bringing the women from above to appear around her body. "He nears." The women are silent as they nod. She merely stands in the darkness of the shadowy alley. Eyes flash a gold. Pure was the light before it disappeared. She grinned slightly as her eyes narrowed, her body appearing on the opposite side of the alley, the women stand in the shadows as they watch her near the Club, whispering to themselves.
The thumbing beats of Crystal Method met her ears and augmented the pulsing seething heat of raw bodies dressed in leather and PVC that littered the dance floor and bar. According to Danette's assistant, the shoot was to be in one of the back rooms so Sara worked her way though the crowd hoping not to get roped into a conversation. literally. As she walked though the crowd, Sara thought to her friend Lisa. The girl was an aspiring model and all but sixteen; did she really want to get involved in a lifestyle that supported activities like this? Pausing at the bar, Sara leaned to the tender. In a few minutes she was noticed, 'What can I get ya?' the nod implied. The undercover detective shouted over the music, and placed her order. "Yeah I'd like a vodka gimlet please!" She nodded and walked off to fix the drink of vodka and lime. Sara leaned against the counter watching the scene while she waited.
slowly folded his arms together as he stood there, at the back of the crowd. His eyes looked from place to place for where Sara Pezzini was, if she was even in an area plain to his sight. She had become a good hide-and- go-seek player as of late. He stayed away from plain sight personally himself as someone he might not have gotten along with may have been around. But he was good at blending in, without hiding around the place. He was easy to spot but only by those who anticipated his coming or had been following him into the place. Any unsuspecting person would've over looked him. With a smug look he observed the place some more... one or two rounds around the room would be enough for him to find her... Unless... She was backstage with the model or was modeling herself.
noted this to herself. Slipping through the doors as she was nodded in, a grin slipped upon her face as she entered the famed establishment. The scents of sweat, booze, and musty perfumes filled the air- as well as the all too familiar scent of leather. Grinning to herself she made her way down the steps and into the crowd of steamy individuals, keeping her eyes open and alert. She was all too alert when her eyes fell upon Jackie, the look of her face falling instantly as she let it sink in that it was him A chill crept up her spine before she slipped into the crowds, blending in- as well as one could.
Sara's brown hair was tousled and unkempt, giving her a raw appearance unlike her usual ponytail denoting authority while her full pouty lips were stained with deep red rouge. With her elbows propped on the surface the unbuttoned sleeves of her button-down oxford dangled over her hands sloppily. Sara felt a twinge from the Witchblade and her senses picked up a bit. The Darkness? Here?! NO! NO! NO! Swallowing her raw fear of unleashing Witchblade hell in here, Sara picked up her glass and said, "You might want to start a tab." Her eyes spotted the handsome Italian in the crowd and he seemed to be looking for someone, could he be looking for her? Sticking to her role, Sara walked a b-line to him, pivoting to avoid a PVC donned dominatrix. Her eyes played up Jackie's form, and her arm went about his neck as she whispered into his ear. "Just play along or we're both busted. Are you trying to break my cover here?"
A brow and just chuckled a little bit. WOW... that was the only thing he could think of... His eyes traced the very outlining of her body from head to toe... "Ooooweee, girl damn... If only you knew how long I've been waiting to see you like this. I knew I should have brought my camera."... he unfolded his arms and just kept all eyes on Sara... "I had a feeling you were in the neighborhood and thought, what the hell, why not visit Sara.... I was originally looking for Lara but seeing you like this? Dunno if I'll be needed her tonight."... He slid a hand into his pocket then just watched her in silence. He didn't know what else to say besides "yes" to her idea of him 'playing along'
Typical Jackie, a girl around his neck at all times. Although, rumor had it he finally learned to keep little Jackie in line. Perhaps she was sickened, maybe that was what gave her the headache. Rolling her eyes she turned towards the man next to her, smiled and shook his hand. "You are Ms. Franchetti, correct ma'am?" Grinning slightly she nodded as he kissed the top of her hand The headache worsened the more she thought about Jackie- and his arrogance. Smiling to her 'wooer' she took her leave to the ladies room. The headache continued to get worse- what was it today. Little did she know that the Angelus inside her was what was causing the headaches- the want to rid the world of the new Darkness.
Lara could not believe she was doing this. Sara was going to get it for sure when this was all said and done. The Brit eyed the assemble that Danette Boucher had chosen for the Tomb Raider to model for her. It was all black. Not that Lara did like the color or look good in it, it was well a strange choice for her to wear in this sort of situation. The outfit was two pieces. A sleeveless corset top, the lacings in the front and a long black skirt which was slit dangerously up either side and stopping just above the middle of Lara's thighs. The long auburn locks had been left loose and straighten even more then normal. The stylist having tossed the long tresses over to one side, causing strands to fall across Lara's hazel orbs. The shoes, well they made the woman feel overly tall. Nor was she used to having something wrap around her legs other then her combat boots. Full lips had been painted a soft glossy barely there pink. Luckily the make-up was kept to a minimum. A little blush, a little eye shadow and that was that. Idly her long slender hands kept wringing, nervous? Very oddly enough, this was after all something new. And suddenly Danette Boucher appeared on the stage," Ladies and Gentlemen I have a very special treat for you this evening. Might I present all the way from England Lady Lara Croft modeling a sample of my new collection." The Surrey Native took a deep breathe," Here goes nothing." The music began and Lara walked out the spot light hitting her instantly. Camera's began to flash as she moved along the runway rather to her surprise like a pro. Just get into it have fun, the British Bombshell kept repeating in her mind as the smile across her lips became not so forced. Suddenly hazel orbs spotted someone, two some ones familiar in the crowd. Sara, who was there under an assumed identity and Jackie...," Hmm." Lara wanted to play and so as she turned on the runway, a wink was shot at the Darkness wielder.
Her warm breath tickled in Jackie's ear as she assumed her role and tried to make what she was doing seem perfectly natural. For Annabelle DuLoncray the act of seduction and sadomasochism might have been a walk in the park, but for Detective Sara Pezzini, this proved a bit more difficult. Close proximity to Jackie was proving hard enough for her, let alone the scene surrounding them. ~'Protect!'~ the Witchblade hissed in her ear. 'NO NOT HERE!' Sara thought back as hard as she could to the symbiotic weapon that shared her mind. The organic metal remained in it's bracelet form, for now, but the effort Sara was expelling to keep it from attacking Estacado was intense. Her breath seemed heavier then usual and although she wanted to smack Jackie right in the face for the camera comment she restrained herself. "Careful. I might have to borrow someone's paddle and give you a proper spanking for comments like that" she said loud enough for most ears to hear. Her attention was suddenly drawn to the runway and the voice of Danette Boucher. "Shit! I am really late!" Sara downed the vodka gimlet and sticking to her persona as a model, she trailed her Witchbladed hand across Jackie's cheek, a tiny tendril of green alien metal lingering a bit too long on his skin. "We'll have to catch up later. and maybe we can find a use for you're camera after all." She teased. Sara tossed the glass over her shoulder and turned toward the side door/changing room. As she quickly jaunted toward her exit, she was already throwing off her button-down oxford shirt revealing her back and the small tattoo just above her ass.
coughed a moment and almost choked to death... Lara was here too?!? There was a new eye candy to hit the stage. And she was winking at him now... He just stood there, a brow raised up quite high and his hands tucked into both pockets. When Sara spoke though, he was quickly pulled from the altered reality he seemed to be visiting... A big grin playing on his facial features now. He removed a hand from his pocket and then kissed the hand that trailed along his face... "Hope you miss me... I know I'll miss this Sara that I'm meeting today."... after she left, his eyes focused back on the main attraction of the night. Oh boy... this was a show indeed. He quickly made his way up towards the front of the stage and set both hands up on the deck, neck turned upright and tilted a bit. She was a magnificent piece of.... ahem.... let's just say she's 'real pretty'. His gaze was undisturbed eyes seemingly glued into place. He was of course 'speechless'... And of course this would be the first time in how long since he hadn't anything to say. His brown eyes were opened wide and seemed quite absorbed on the images that they collected. He was of course very mad now that the camera wasn't undisturbed.
Shockingly, the Tomb Raider was having fun. It took everything she possessed to keep form laughing outright. The glitz, the glamour it was sheer fun indeed. However do not expect Lara Croft to take this up permanently. No, this was a once in a life time, never again deal. A few cat calls and whistles caused her to loose a bit of composure and allow a few laughs to slip passed her lips. Idly she thought to herself. Bet if I was wearing my guns with this, they wouldn't be so love struck. The Brit found this all highly amusing, indeed. Brownish-green orbs watched as Sara ran off, or should it be said Annabelle. Lara had almost scoffed at her friend's assumed name choice. Couldn't she have picked a better name? Oh well, at least Lara didn't have to assume anything. She was almost done now, and as a bonus Boucher had even allowed the Archaeologist to keep the outfit. Lovely, a third dress besides her red one and the old standby black one. It was obvious, unless she had to Lara Croft did not do dresses. She had the essentials she needed incase of a black tie affair that was that. Lara gulped as Jackie moved next to the stage. Sara had rushed back stage, which left Mr. Estacado to ogle at Lara, who happened to be in a very playful mood with this. As she moved to the rather seductive music, she paused basically in front of the Man and turned slowly her left hand coming up from her hip to her lips as she kissed them lightly and blew it at him. A few of the men around Jackie smiled wide, but Lara knew Jackie would know that was meant for him. If not, the Brit had a funny suspicion he would make it very clear indeed. Then the Lady took her sweet time sauntering back towards the curtains and safety so to speak," Excellent Lady croft have you ever thought about," Lara's slender hand came up," Sorry to be rude, but no Miss Boucher, I prefer Raiding Tombs." The woman clearly huffed as Lara moved towards the exit, unfortunately she had to stay in the get-up. However, she now grabbed her garter holster and strapped it too her leg and walked out of the exit and up to Jackie," What in the bloody hell are you doing here?" No Hello, no how are you. Just that as the Bombshell rested her hands on her hips.
kept the same stance... he could've stayed this way for a couple hours if he felt it was necessary. His wide eyes finally let up a bit as she came within a real close proximity to him. He was still taken by her outfit and the way she looked in it. As she leant over and blew the kiss to him, he lowered is brow then glanced to the guys around him gawking. With an uncanny strength he would extend both arms out to the sides and push the guys away from him... "Back up fellas, that one's mine... this is a grown folks affair so get outta here."... he lightened up just as quick as he got angry with the guys. He'd watch Lara till she was unable to be seen. But seemingly he wasn't too known around these parts since he didn't visit this place much. He slid both hands back into pockets then took some steps back, away from the people he pushed... trying to still keep a low profile around these parts, just in case. Until Lara decided to show herself once again. All he could do then was just gawk and grin... "Ummm Uhhh... Ahhh.... "... he caught himself for a moment with the shake of his head... "Yeahhh.... I just had a feeling that you were here and since I hadn't been around this place for a long time so I figured.... What the hell, why not drop by and see Pezzini. But I wasn't exactly sure you'd be here."
Meanwhile, in the bathroom: Appolonia stared at herself in the mirror, eyes heavy, hand to her temples. "Jesus Christ.. what is with this headache." She stared at the mirror before seeing it. Her eyes flashed the golden that was just too weird. Staring hard into the mirror, her eyes widened in horror. She had never seen it happen to her, but her eyes stared in awe. Then she heard it In a flash she turned and saw the women she normally had around her, but instead of looking like a normal person. they had wings. ~Angelus~ came the hiss in her head, the headache screaming. "Ahhh." She watched as one walked to the door and locked it. ~Angelus~ it rang in her head again. ^"Stop that!" She glanced to the mirror again. Her head! She saw it.. the horns- the golden horns. Hissing slightly she turned to them "What are you- ahhh" falling to her knees she eyed her hands as they slowly began to. transform. What was going on? Slowly she got up, eyeing her legs- which seemed to be bearing more now than they had before. What the- she eyed herself in the mirror. WINGS?!?! She turned to the women surrounding her "What."
The embodiment of perfection within his Trade. The deadly assassin.. feared and known as well as heavily respected by all. Flawless in his abilities and skill, versatile and infinite in his capabilities with the tools he uses the infamous "Tora No Shi" has thus taken to the night to once again.. hunt. The prey...was an unusual one.. yet one in which he holds a deep hatred for rooted to a time long before gifts were bestowed upon that individual.. to make him a task...not a target. Eyes keening.. muscles within the face causing the markings on his face similar to that of a tiger.. to move with them. Gleaming in the sun.. lustrous black surfaces reflecting the rays of the Still moon it was in this that he tossed aside the Red Jacket which housed his form. Leaving him with chest bare.. the and tempered form of "The Tiger of Death" to be viewed by all. His staff within his right hand.. the trademark weapon....and the ancient blade known as "The Masamune" held to his right.. the 7+ft long weapon gleaming in synchronization with his markings and indeed held an intimidating appearance indeed, sheath beside it.. his Sakabatou...the 3rd weapon of choice tonight with various other tools which may indeed prove effective. And in this.. he waits.
The night was cool. There was a breeze that lightly swished the leaves of the trees of the city, as the eerie moon hung over and above everyone's heads tat was residing in that city. A shadow had been perching, waiting on top of a building, watching down into a building, from the cover of a large steam vent. Clad in the colors of the night, the shadow remained, watching the people inside of the building from above. One person was truly what he was interested in tonight. Sara had gone off and of course, was doing something foolish like he had expected her to be doing. He then took it upon himself to watch her, making sure that no harm was going to be coming to her, especially knowing that the person that was behind of all this was involved. By his side, a pair of Katanas rest sheathed of the night. But there was something else, something.....that made him want to be on guard. His right hand went to the hilt of the top katana, slowly and silently pushing it out of the sheath with his thumb and forefinger. Looking to a water tower that was with him on the roof, he looked to it for a moment, then looked back into the windows, watching the people go about their business. Something definitely wasn't right about tonight. It was the kind of feeling that would make a normal person's hair stand up on the back of their neck. Ian, of course, remained emotionless on the matter, or at least he could find out what it was.
Pezzini was beyond rational thought at this point and as the white oxford button down shirt fluttered to the floor, the door behind her closed and the din of camera's shutters and the high pitched tone of flash after flash was her music now. Russet locks of tussled hair flowed out behind her as she briskly walked past the photographer and his assistants. "Hey hang on there sweetheart, I need your ass in front of this camera NOW!" He peeked his head up from behind the 35mm Nikon and glared at the detective. "Annabelle I said NOW!" Sara flipped her hair over her shoulder and returned the glare with one of her own. "Why don't you blow it out your ass. Something came up and I have to bail. Let Boucher know that Versace wants to pay me double!" Sara kicked open the fire door and walked out into the street, not caring right now that she was only wearing a bra and vinyl pants. Circling the building she walked toward her motorcycle.
watched as Lara was seemingly dragged backstage... somewhere that he most likely wouldn't have been welcome to go to. With a pouty face he cracked his knuckles then guided himself outside. He'd see Lara some other time cause it was getting dangerously late and everyone knows that the freaks come out at night. His serious _expression shown along his facial features as guided himself outside towards where he had come in at. The Darklings having been waiting forever revved their own bikes up awaiting their master. He felt something very familiar around his general area. His harem was close by and she'd come by quite soon. He released the power of the darkness within himself and gave life to the inner power of his chosen Harem. She'd find him no matter where he hid. No one around these parts knew him quite yet so he didn't mind changing forms in public despite the lack of people in his general area. He'd now head fully towards the door and into the general sight of the public array of people. His body was enveloped in full silver and golden armor. His eyes blazed a bright yellow color. His clawed hands set on the handle of the doors as he looked around at all the people... He most likely would be making a scene but with the Darkness disguise on... no one that he didn't know would ever get the idea that it was Jackie himself. The scene and the vibe of the area was soon to change to something that Boucher was sure to be mad about.
Seeing some commotion down below him in the room he was watching, he saw Sara and a photographer exchange retorts for a brief moment, as she then proceeded to move out of the building. She must have been undercover, because he had never seen Sara in just a bra and vinyl pants. Moving from his spot on the roof, he leaps from the steam vent, and then moves to the edge of the building, once landing. His feet were cautious , not wanting to make any sound at all on top of the building. Once reaching over the edge of the building, he looked down to see Sara's motorcycle, deciding to remain here for just a moment, seeing if she would come back out to it, since leaving the building.
He was atop a building facing the exit of the club...the main entrance rather. Unlike those of dishonorable clause...he faced his prey to eyes before the kill was issued. This would be a factor played to the flawless tee.. he was the best at what he does and with good reason..."The Tiger of Death" was a perfected warrior within the bounds of a Mortal...what a Human is at his peak, and thus now as he descended from the rooftops through Agile means...it would be from the bowels of the crowd would he step forward, and reveal his tall form. Standing Behind that of the woman whom waited for Jackie Estacado....The Darkness. No care of her being.. yet knowing whom she is simply by her appearance. She stood out like a Sunflower within a field of roses...a typical semi-gothic appearance suggest her relation to the one he searches for be close indeed. Knowing of this Target...women were drawn to him...they were a way to find him. Typical male...typical weakness.. one he is capable of exploiting very well as a chilling wind would move about the area in his arrival.. as if death came and settled it's archaic robes about this area of reality. He was aware of any movements she would take...and like her.. waited. But did she know whom he was? It didn't matter...all that was known.. was that when The target comes....he will be surprised to see whom is there to greet him.
The homicide detective neared her Buell Lightning X1 and as she touched the helmet resting on her seat she felt dread wash over her. '~Protect now!~' The Witchblade warned her. She turned as if in slow motion and her orbs of green and yellow turn to the corners as she slowly turned toward the alley. Reaching behind her back Sara grabbed at the .357 she had tucked in the waistband of her pants. Without pausing for the host that shared her mind, Sara turned with her senses alert. While she ran, the Witchblade on her wrist began to unfurl up her arm enveloping her in a sparse green armor, that tore away anything standing in it's path. She was pissed now, what the hell Jackie was thinking unleashing the darkness in a place like this Sara had no idea, but it must have been bad. so many people.
looked to his Harem then seemingly turned his attention away from the bright lighting she made but when he did look back, she was gone... though he knew that she'd turn up once more at a later time. His Darklings escorted him out of the building and walked ahead of him and behind... basically all around him even on his shoulders. His eyes did catch something which blew his mind, it was..... Tora No Shi... his image was as plain day. With all those facial tattoos he had... he'd stand out like a 8 foot shark in a 6 foot pool. His eyes narrowed and the blaze of yellow flames smoked along the corners. A fingertip extended to the position of the man. All around him stopped and looked to what he was pointing to... "Tora... Have you had anyone to read you your last rights yet? I'd hope so cause you wont be hearing them anytime later if you stand in my way."
This individual...Jackie Estacado...was not a target so potent that the usage of his traditional weapon would be necessary. Thus now.. he would use other means...other weapons in which he was still.. masterfully versed in. Tora was indeed the epitome of the perfect killer as shown when he drew the Kodachi.. or.. "The Short Sword". Only 3ft in length yet holding a light, thin and heavily tempered and sharpened Steel alloy blade.. it was like all Kodachi's.. designed for speed and accuracy in deadly and incredibly quick strikes. He progressed forwards.. each step like the breath of Death itself as the temperature seemed to dim about his own respective area...telling the tale of a soon to come battle in which only 1 individual will walk away...and it will be him indeed. Thus now as he stopped Roughly 4ft from both the Darklings.. and Jackie. The Darklings...like Jackie...were not a problem...but their dishonor of his own being in not allowing a fair fight between the two of them alone...calls for the death...immediately at that. Hence in execution of the "Kage Kaiten Kenpo" (Shadow Revolving Slash) one would notice odd movements off Tora. Variations of his speed in utilization of both slow and fast movements in combination with strategic possess and timed arrivals each in systematic...and at times sporadic timing with the other in a circled form. It would appear as if Tora was rapidly fading in and out of appearance, while it was only an effort of speed and utilizations of Dark and light spots cast within this environment. The appearance of transparent images and solid images Appearing one at a time...no.. two at a time...wait...3 at a time? This was the limit of the Shadow Kaiten Kenpo for now...as in successive appearances counting up to 3...Tora would appear 3 times. Issuing a horizontal slash to the necks of 3 Darklings....then another three...and then the Gut of Jackie. Each appearance of the three individuals.. or Tora...being no more then a millisecond apart from one another pushing the envelope on natural perception...and displaying masterful techniques of this being which if successful.. would result in the death of his Darklings (Supposed as decapitation is the goal) and the attempted Gutting of Jackie...he readied himself for any possible counter...yet with a move of such proportion.. one cannot say he/she expected it.
"NYPD Freeze!" Sara shouted as she ran toward the two men. In her left hand she held a weapon of conventional making, her snub nose .357. In the other she wielded the Witchblade, and its organic metal had worked up her shoulder and sparingly across her breasts. The metal flickered in the air and tore down her legs slicing apart the vinyl pants that she wore. Sara leveled the gun with both of them and at the sight of Tora no Shi, her eyes widened. This was the individual described to her as the person that had killed half of her department while Sara was on a leave of absence. Screaming in horror at what she just saw transpire, Sara pulled back on the trigger as quickly as time would allow, sending four slugs toward the assassin.
Jackie kept a keen eye out on Tora. Each of the Darklings kept themselves as ready as Jackie did. He was respected as the best to ever hit the business along the Italian Mafia Ties and this was before the age of the Darkness. He transformed his hands into Jagged edged Katanas. His hands then reformed as he transferred the blades into the palms of each taloned hand. Half of the Darklings held .50 Caliber Desert Eagles while the other half wielded a weapon similar to Jackie's own. He closed his eyes with the flashy disappearances of Tora No Shi. He could hear the sounds of the movements made. Senses keen due to the enhancement of The Darkness. He could hear each individual step and if he was armed he most likely could've shot at the man while he was away from him. But with the timing allowed he'd hear the slashing of two Darklings and by the time the third was connected with. All the Darklings with Guns aimed. He quickly pounded down towards his midsection. A loud clanging sound as he connected with the weapon meant to gut him. The tip of the blade scratched against his stomach just barely. His eyes would reopen now. With the silence of the area he was able to hear the moment that the swinging of the arm was made and thus react with a speed nearly matching. After he caught the weapon with the hilt of each Katana and the Darklings behind him started their array of bullets at him. About 10 shots let off total by the 4 left darkling. each bullet aimed somewhere on Tora.
To many bullets...threatening by mild degree as if he indeed stopped his movements totally.. he would have suffered the barrage fully. Funny how after slicing 6 of 7 Darklings....4 are still left. It almost threw him off but maintained focus shall keep him alive as the same move that started this...shall get him out. Maintaining the fluidity of the "Shadow Kaiten kenpo" which was triggered even earlier not by the movements of Jackie...but Sara. Her bullets firing first would cause the trained reaction Of such as his form would thus become that of a blur once more. Varied speeds not in a circle.. but in a traveling path backwards away from both individuals and the Darklings. His early movements at fluctuation speeds, increasing distance, and changing aiming angles would cause bullets to loose accuracy percentage over the duration of the barrage. Hence By now.. Jackie and the Darklings firing was useless...while Sara's first bullet.. was more successful. He stood behind a wall...looking to his arm and waist...both suffering not from punctures.. but lacerations. Unexpected indeed....and he was at a disadvantage somewhat. Two individuals.. augmented...in greater numbers. Both were dishonorable in his eyes. Thus he waited now.. for the right opportunity
Sara didn't lessen her pace toward the fighting couple, and the threat the tiny Darklings posed. As her pounding footfalls marked her path toward the men, Sara felt a bullet from one of the Darklings ping off her armor and the Detective's intensity for bloodlust heightened. With her hair as wild as her Witchblade Sara looked feral. Eyes narrowing into slits, she commanded again. "You don't want to make me hurt you, now I suggest you surrender the weapons and come nice and slow." Auburn locks of hair flowed forward as she skidded to a halt. "Where the hell did he go?" She barked at Jackie. Her green eyes scanned over Jackie in his current state and smiled. "Talk about a photo op. I dunno you me. a bottle of chardonnay?" Sara reloaded her weapon as she spoke to Jackie. "Sorry if I stepped on your toes here. But under the circumstances this guy killed half my department and we both have secrets to keep. Care to call it a cease fire for now?"
Her head shook slightly with the thought of Paulie. Paulie, Paulie, Paulie, the stupid boy should've stayed back when he had the chance. A deep breath. She always liked Paulie- but now that didn't matter, he got in her way, and that was something no man could/should do. Eyes glared toward the family house, where he was no doubt sitting enjoying himself. Her body stopped as she looked to the sky. Soon it would be night- and she knew what that would mean. A sneer.. or maybe laughter crept upon her face as she turned to enter her house.
Sara had an extensive meeting with Danette Boucher, and was given a job for that evening. She was under the guise of a model and hoped that she might draw the attentions of New York's recent serial killer. If the din of her motorcycle (parked on the sidewalk adjacent the main doors) weren't enough to draw attention to her, Sara's attire was. She took her time removing her helmet and allowing her still semi wet locks to fall freely, with a confident stride she walked to the building. Pushing open the double doors with a dramatic flair, the Witchblade wielder stepped into the main floor of Bullets over Broadway, an exclusive nightclub where the shoot was to be. The occupants in the room glanced up from their seated positions in the modest lobby and Sara gave a toss of her still wet locks and leaned against the pedestal waiting for the club's host.
Jackie blazed down the streets... the sunset was approaching and things were about to get hectic but not so much as usual seeing as he was in a better mood than most days. The day was going so far so good but he had a feeling that something bad would soon happen... Every good thing must come to an end someday. Yellow flames of energy trailed from the corners of his eyes as the Darkness would soon pick up and consume his entire figure. The features of the Darkness would soon come to pass over his physical being. Jackie was on his motorcycle at the time so it seemed that a bright orange/red light going about 110 mph was heading through the clear streets that headed into the city. The blessed Suzuki GSR 1300 Hayabusa now had a new 'Darkness' look to it and seemed to go even faster (Is that street legal for a motorcycle?). And his 'crew' of Darklings drove closely behind him each their own motorcycle if not on Jackie's shoulder. Within the next five minutes he'd be inside the city, if not faster seeing as he was picking up more speeds with the passing seconds. Trees seemed to look like blurs only in the night. The devious giggles of the Darklings would be his background music as he approached. As he raced... he thought of what to do for the night. He wasn't sure where Lara was but he had some feeling that she may have been with her new best friend... Pezzini. So with that note, he'd have to go pay someone a visit... wherever she was, the darkness always let him know whenever she was near.
The black dress hugged her curves, the diamonds sparkled around her neck. What else could one woman want for a night on a town? A quick smile was given to the driver as she slipped in the back of the car. Taking a breath she settled into the seat and crossed her legs, the car moving moments later. She could feel it in her bones.. something interesting would happen tonight.
Tapping her nails against the mahogany surface Sara tried to fit into the part she was playing. As the host made his way to the lobby, she pretended to yawn. "Jeeze it's about time." she complained. "Can I help you miss." The sooty assuming asshole scanned her over and then picked up a clipboard pretending to be swamped with responsibility. Sara rolled her eyes, "The Name is Annabelle DuLoncray. And yeah you can help me. I'm late for a fucking photo shoot for Boucher Industries, so go and make yourself useful and get me a bottle of Evian." She pushed the shocked man aside and walked into the main room. Not even Sara was ready for what she saw there. This was a club that looked fondly upon the S&M and bondage scene. She tried to look comfortable, but in these clothes, it wasn't hard to blend in.
Jackie felt a deep shock within his armor, within the depths of his soul. His eyes blazed once more as this happened. The Witchblade was close by... very close. He parked the bike right next to Sara's not exactly having known it was hers yet. The Darklings kept going, some stopping with him. He reverted back to his original form. Not as dressy as usual but he was always sharp even in his regular clothes. The Darklings didn't follow him but always stayed on watch of him. His bodyguards if you wished to call them that... "I know she's close but this is.... No, maybe she's just hiding, doing spy work as she always does... but it wouldn't hurt me to go watch some models."... he slid his hands into his pockets, only poking it out to show his I.D.... and I.D. which allowed him to almost anywhere he wanted to go, sort of his own little key to the city. But anyways... he was now apart of the crowd.
She eyed the dark haired driver, eyes gleaming. A grin before her head jerked to the windows. Something was getting closer. A breath as she looked out the dark windows. Jackie. A sneer as she shifted, her eyes turning towards the driver as she shifted. "Stop." The driver did so, her body almost flying towards the back of his seat. A growl was emitted from her throat before she stepped out of the car. "Miss. Miss come back into the car please?" Eyes flashed towards him as she glared, staring at him before walking off to the dark alleys. " Ma'am!!" no answer "oh I am going to get fired for this.. I know it". He continued to mumble as she made her way through the streets. The silent calls bringing the women from above to appear around her body. "He nears." The women are silent as they nod. She merely stands in the darkness of the shadowy alley. Eyes flash a gold. Pure was the light before it disappeared. She grinned slightly as her eyes narrowed, her body appearing on the opposite side of the alley, the women stand in the shadows as they watch her near the Club, whispering to themselves.
The thumbing beats of Crystal Method met her ears and augmented the pulsing seething heat of raw bodies dressed in leather and PVC that littered the dance floor and bar. According to Danette's assistant, the shoot was to be in one of the back rooms so Sara worked her way though the crowd hoping not to get roped into a conversation. literally. As she walked though the crowd, Sara thought to her friend Lisa. The girl was an aspiring model and all but sixteen; did she really want to get involved in a lifestyle that supported activities like this? Pausing at the bar, Sara leaned to the tender. In a few minutes she was noticed, 'What can I get ya?' the nod implied. The undercover detective shouted over the music, and placed her order. "Yeah I'd like a vodka gimlet please!" She nodded and walked off to fix the drink of vodka and lime. Sara leaned against the counter watching the scene while she waited.
slowly folded his arms together as he stood there, at the back of the crowd. His eyes looked from place to place for where Sara Pezzini was, if she was even in an area plain to his sight. She had become a good hide-and- go-seek player as of late. He stayed away from plain sight personally himself as someone he might not have gotten along with may have been around. But he was good at blending in, without hiding around the place. He was easy to spot but only by those who anticipated his coming or had been following him into the place. Any unsuspecting person would've over looked him. With a smug look he observed the place some more... one or two rounds around the room would be enough for him to find her... Unless... She was backstage with the model or was modeling herself.
noted this to herself. Slipping through the doors as she was nodded in, a grin slipped upon her face as she entered the famed establishment. The scents of sweat, booze, and musty perfumes filled the air- as well as the all too familiar scent of leather. Grinning to herself she made her way down the steps and into the crowd of steamy individuals, keeping her eyes open and alert. She was all too alert when her eyes fell upon Jackie, the look of her face falling instantly as she let it sink in that it was him A chill crept up her spine before she slipped into the crowds, blending in- as well as one could.
Sara's brown hair was tousled and unkempt, giving her a raw appearance unlike her usual ponytail denoting authority while her full pouty lips were stained with deep red rouge. With her elbows propped on the surface the unbuttoned sleeves of her button-down oxford dangled over her hands sloppily. Sara felt a twinge from the Witchblade and her senses picked up a bit. The Darkness? Here?! NO! NO! NO! Swallowing her raw fear of unleashing Witchblade hell in here, Sara picked up her glass and said, "You might want to start a tab." Her eyes spotted the handsome Italian in the crowd and he seemed to be looking for someone, could he be looking for her? Sticking to her role, Sara walked a b-line to him, pivoting to avoid a PVC donned dominatrix. Her eyes played up Jackie's form, and her arm went about his neck as she whispered into his ear. "Just play along or we're both busted. Are you trying to break my cover here?"
A brow and just chuckled a little bit. WOW... that was the only thing he could think of... His eyes traced the very outlining of her body from head to toe... "Ooooweee, girl damn... If only you knew how long I've been waiting to see you like this. I knew I should have brought my camera."... he unfolded his arms and just kept all eyes on Sara... "I had a feeling you were in the neighborhood and thought, what the hell, why not visit Sara.... I was originally looking for Lara but seeing you like this? Dunno if I'll be needed her tonight."... He slid a hand into his pocket then just watched her in silence. He didn't know what else to say besides "yes" to her idea of him 'playing along'
Typical Jackie, a girl around his neck at all times. Although, rumor had it he finally learned to keep little Jackie in line. Perhaps she was sickened, maybe that was what gave her the headache. Rolling her eyes she turned towards the man next to her, smiled and shook his hand. "You are Ms. Franchetti, correct ma'am?" Grinning slightly she nodded as he kissed the top of her hand The headache worsened the more she thought about Jackie- and his arrogance. Smiling to her 'wooer' she took her leave to the ladies room. The headache continued to get worse- what was it today. Little did she know that the Angelus inside her was what was causing the headaches- the want to rid the world of the new Darkness.
Lara could not believe she was doing this. Sara was going to get it for sure when this was all said and done. The Brit eyed the assemble that Danette Boucher had chosen for the Tomb Raider to model for her. It was all black. Not that Lara did like the color or look good in it, it was well a strange choice for her to wear in this sort of situation. The outfit was two pieces. A sleeveless corset top, the lacings in the front and a long black skirt which was slit dangerously up either side and stopping just above the middle of Lara's thighs. The long auburn locks had been left loose and straighten even more then normal. The stylist having tossed the long tresses over to one side, causing strands to fall across Lara's hazel orbs. The shoes, well they made the woman feel overly tall. Nor was she used to having something wrap around her legs other then her combat boots. Full lips had been painted a soft glossy barely there pink. Luckily the make-up was kept to a minimum. A little blush, a little eye shadow and that was that. Idly her long slender hands kept wringing, nervous? Very oddly enough, this was after all something new. And suddenly Danette Boucher appeared on the stage," Ladies and Gentlemen I have a very special treat for you this evening. Might I present all the way from England Lady Lara Croft modeling a sample of my new collection." The Surrey Native took a deep breathe," Here goes nothing." The music began and Lara walked out the spot light hitting her instantly. Camera's began to flash as she moved along the runway rather to her surprise like a pro. Just get into it have fun, the British Bombshell kept repeating in her mind as the smile across her lips became not so forced. Suddenly hazel orbs spotted someone, two some ones familiar in the crowd. Sara, who was there under an assumed identity and Jackie...," Hmm." Lara wanted to play and so as she turned on the runway, a wink was shot at the Darkness wielder.
Her warm breath tickled in Jackie's ear as she assumed her role and tried to make what she was doing seem perfectly natural. For Annabelle DuLoncray the act of seduction and sadomasochism might have been a walk in the park, but for Detective Sara Pezzini, this proved a bit more difficult. Close proximity to Jackie was proving hard enough for her, let alone the scene surrounding them. ~'Protect!'~ the Witchblade hissed in her ear. 'NO NOT HERE!' Sara thought back as hard as she could to the symbiotic weapon that shared her mind. The organic metal remained in it's bracelet form, for now, but the effort Sara was expelling to keep it from attacking Estacado was intense. Her breath seemed heavier then usual and although she wanted to smack Jackie right in the face for the camera comment she restrained herself. "Careful. I might have to borrow someone's paddle and give you a proper spanking for comments like that" she said loud enough for most ears to hear. Her attention was suddenly drawn to the runway and the voice of Danette Boucher. "Shit! I am really late!" Sara downed the vodka gimlet and sticking to her persona as a model, she trailed her Witchbladed hand across Jackie's cheek, a tiny tendril of green alien metal lingering a bit too long on his skin. "We'll have to catch up later. and maybe we can find a use for you're camera after all." She teased. Sara tossed the glass over her shoulder and turned toward the side door/changing room. As she quickly jaunted toward her exit, she was already throwing off her button-down oxford shirt revealing her back and the small tattoo just above her ass.
coughed a moment and almost choked to death... Lara was here too?!? There was a new eye candy to hit the stage. And she was winking at him now... He just stood there, a brow raised up quite high and his hands tucked into both pockets. When Sara spoke though, he was quickly pulled from the altered reality he seemed to be visiting... A big grin playing on his facial features now. He removed a hand from his pocket and then kissed the hand that trailed along his face... "Hope you miss me... I know I'll miss this Sara that I'm meeting today."... after she left, his eyes focused back on the main attraction of the night. Oh boy... this was a show indeed. He quickly made his way up towards the front of the stage and set both hands up on the deck, neck turned upright and tilted a bit. She was a magnificent piece of.... ahem.... let's just say she's 'real pretty'. His gaze was undisturbed eyes seemingly glued into place. He was of course 'speechless'... And of course this would be the first time in how long since he hadn't anything to say. His brown eyes were opened wide and seemed quite absorbed on the images that they collected. He was of course very mad now that the camera wasn't undisturbed.
Shockingly, the Tomb Raider was having fun. It took everything she possessed to keep form laughing outright. The glitz, the glamour it was sheer fun indeed. However do not expect Lara Croft to take this up permanently. No, this was a once in a life time, never again deal. A few cat calls and whistles caused her to loose a bit of composure and allow a few laughs to slip passed her lips. Idly she thought to herself. Bet if I was wearing my guns with this, they wouldn't be so love struck. The Brit found this all highly amusing, indeed. Brownish-green orbs watched as Sara ran off, or should it be said Annabelle. Lara had almost scoffed at her friend's assumed name choice. Couldn't she have picked a better name? Oh well, at least Lara didn't have to assume anything. She was almost done now, and as a bonus Boucher had even allowed the Archaeologist to keep the outfit. Lovely, a third dress besides her red one and the old standby black one. It was obvious, unless she had to Lara Croft did not do dresses. She had the essentials she needed incase of a black tie affair that was that. Lara gulped as Jackie moved next to the stage. Sara had rushed back stage, which left Mr. Estacado to ogle at Lara, who happened to be in a very playful mood with this. As she moved to the rather seductive music, she paused basically in front of the Man and turned slowly her left hand coming up from her hip to her lips as she kissed them lightly and blew it at him. A few of the men around Jackie smiled wide, but Lara knew Jackie would know that was meant for him. If not, the Brit had a funny suspicion he would make it very clear indeed. Then the Lady took her sweet time sauntering back towards the curtains and safety so to speak," Excellent Lady croft have you ever thought about," Lara's slender hand came up," Sorry to be rude, but no Miss Boucher, I prefer Raiding Tombs." The woman clearly huffed as Lara moved towards the exit, unfortunately she had to stay in the get-up. However, she now grabbed her garter holster and strapped it too her leg and walked out of the exit and up to Jackie," What in the bloody hell are you doing here?" No Hello, no how are you. Just that as the Bombshell rested her hands on her hips.
kept the same stance... he could've stayed this way for a couple hours if he felt it was necessary. His wide eyes finally let up a bit as she came within a real close proximity to him. He was still taken by her outfit and the way she looked in it. As she leant over and blew the kiss to him, he lowered is brow then glanced to the guys around him gawking. With an uncanny strength he would extend both arms out to the sides and push the guys away from him... "Back up fellas, that one's mine... this is a grown folks affair so get outta here."... he lightened up just as quick as he got angry with the guys. He'd watch Lara till she was unable to be seen. But seemingly he wasn't too known around these parts since he didn't visit this place much. He slid both hands back into pockets then took some steps back, away from the people he pushed... trying to still keep a low profile around these parts, just in case. Until Lara decided to show herself once again. All he could do then was just gawk and grin... "Ummm Uhhh... Ahhh.... "... he caught himself for a moment with the shake of his head... "Yeahhh.... I just had a feeling that you were here and since I hadn't been around this place for a long time so I figured.... What the hell, why not drop by and see Pezzini. But I wasn't exactly sure you'd be here."
Meanwhile, in the bathroom: Appolonia stared at herself in the mirror, eyes heavy, hand to her temples. "Jesus Christ.. what is with this headache." She stared at the mirror before seeing it. Her eyes flashed the golden that was just too weird. Staring hard into the mirror, her eyes widened in horror. She had never seen it happen to her, but her eyes stared in awe. Then she heard it In a flash she turned and saw the women she normally had around her, but instead of looking like a normal person. they had wings. ~Angelus~ came the hiss in her head, the headache screaming. "Ahhh." She watched as one walked to the door and locked it. ~Angelus~ it rang in her head again. ^"Stop that!" She glanced to the mirror again. Her head! She saw it.. the horns- the golden horns. Hissing slightly she turned to them "What are you- ahhh" falling to her knees she eyed her hands as they slowly began to. transform. What was going on? Slowly she got up, eyeing her legs- which seemed to be bearing more now than they had before. What the- she eyed herself in the mirror. WINGS?!?! She turned to the women surrounding her "What."
The embodiment of perfection within his Trade. The deadly assassin.. feared and known as well as heavily respected by all. Flawless in his abilities and skill, versatile and infinite in his capabilities with the tools he uses the infamous "Tora No Shi" has thus taken to the night to once again.. hunt. The prey...was an unusual one.. yet one in which he holds a deep hatred for rooted to a time long before gifts were bestowed upon that individual.. to make him a task...not a target. Eyes keening.. muscles within the face causing the markings on his face similar to that of a tiger.. to move with them. Gleaming in the sun.. lustrous black surfaces reflecting the rays of the Still moon it was in this that he tossed aside the Red Jacket which housed his form. Leaving him with chest bare.. the and tempered form of "The Tiger of Death" to be viewed by all. His staff within his right hand.. the trademark weapon....and the ancient blade known as "The Masamune" held to his right.. the 7+ft long weapon gleaming in synchronization with his markings and indeed held an intimidating appearance indeed, sheath beside it.. his Sakabatou...the 3rd weapon of choice tonight with various other tools which may indeed prove effective. And in this.. he waits.
The night was cool. There was a breeze that lightly swished the leaves of the trees of the city, as the eerie moon hung over and above everyone's heads tat was residing in that city. A shadow had been perching, waiting on top of a building, watching down into a building, from the cover of a large steam vent. Clad in the colors of the night, the shadow remained, watching the people inside of the building from above. One person was truly what he was interested in tonight. Sara had gone off and of course, was doing something foolish like he had expected her to be doing. He then took it upon himself to watch her, making sure that no harm was going to be coming to her, especially knowing that the person that was behind of all this was involved. By his side, a pair of Katanas rest sheathed of the night. But there was something else, something.....that made him want to be on guard. His right hand went to the hilt of the top katana, slowly and silently pushing it out of the sheath with his thumb and forefinger. Looking to a water tower that was with him on the roof, he looked to it for a moment, then looked back into the windows, watching the people go about their business. Something definitely wasn't right about tonight. It was the kind of feeling that would make a normal person's hair stand up on the back of their neck. Ian, of course, remained emotionless on the matter, or at least he could find out what it was.
Pezzini was beyond rational thought at this point and as the white oxford button down shirt fluttered to the floor, the door behind her closed and the din of camera's shutters and the high pitched tone of flash after flash was her music now. Russet locks of tussled hair flowed out behind her as she briskly walked past the photographer and his assistants. "Hey hang on there sweetheart, I need your ass in front of this camera NOW!" He peeked his head up from behind the 35mm Nikon and glared at the detective. "Annabelle I said NOW!" Sara flipped her hair over her shoulder and returned the glare with one of her own. "Why don't you blow it out your ass. Something came up and I have to bail. Let Boucher know that Versace wants to pay me double!" Sara kicked open the fire door and walked out into the street, not caring right now that she was only wearing a bra and vinyl pants. Circling the building she walked toward her motorcycle.
watched as Lara was seemingly dragged backstage... somewhere that he most likely wouldn't have been welcome to go to. With a pouty face he cracked his knuckles then guided himself outside. He'd see Lara some other time cause it was getting dangerously late and everyone knows that the freaks come out at night. His serious _expression shown along his facial features as guided himself outside towards where he had come in at. The Darklings having been waiting forever revved their own bikes up awaiting their master. He felt something very familiar around his general area. His harem was close by and she'd come by quite soon. He released the power of the darkness within himself and gave life to the inner power of his chosen Harem. She'd find him no matter where he hid. No one around these parts knew him quite yet so he didn't mind changing forms in public despite the lack of people in his general area. He'd now head fully towards the door and into the general sight of the public array of people. His body was enveloped in full silver and golden armor. His eyes blazed a bright yellow color. His clawed hands set on the handle of the doors as he looked around at all the people... He most likely would be making a scene but with the Darkness disguise on... no one that he didn't know would ever get the idea that it was Jackie himself. The scene and the vibe of the area was soon to change to something that Boucher was sure to be mad about.
Seeing some commotion down below him in the room he was watching, he saw Sara and a photographer exchange retorts for a brief moment, as she then proceeded to move out of the building. She must have been undercover, because he had never seen Sara in just a bra and vinyl pants. Moving from his spot on the roof, he leaps from the steam vent, and then moves to the edge of the building, once landing. His feet were cautious , not wanting to make any sound at all on top of the building. Once reaching over the edge of the building, he looked down to see Sara's motorcycle, deciding to remain here for just a moment, seeing if she would come back out to it, since leaving the building.
He was atop a building facing the exit of the club...the main entrance rather. Unlike those of dishonorable clause...he faced his prey to eyes before the kill was issued. This would be a factor played to the flawless tee.. he was the best at what he does and with good reason..."The Tiger of Death" was a perfected warrior within the bounds of a Mortal...what a Human is at his peak, and thus now as he descended from the rooftops through Agile means...it would be from the bowels of the crowd would he step forward, and reveal his tall form. Standing Behind that of the woman whom waited for Jackie Estacado....The Darkness. No care of her being.. yet knowing whom she is simply by her appearance. She stood out like a Sunflower within a field of roses...a typical semi-gothic appearance suggest her relation to the one he searches for be close indeed. Knowing of this Target...women were drawn to him...they were a way to find him. Typical male...typical weakness.. one he is capable of exploiting very well as a chilling wind would move about the area in his arrival.. as if death came and settled it's archaic robes about this area of reality. He was aware of any movements she would take...and like her.. waited. But did she know whom he was? It didn't matter...all that was known.. was that when The target comes....he will be surprised to see whom is there to greet him.
The homicide detective neared her Buell Lightning X1 and as she touched the helmet resting on her seat she felt dread wash over her. '~Protect now!~' The Witchblade warned her. She turned as if in slow motion and her orbs of green and yellow turn to the corners as she slowly turned toward the alley. Reaching behind her back Sara grabbed at the .357 she had tucked in the waistband of her pants. Without pausing for the host that shared her mind, Sara turned with her senses alert. While she ran, the Witchblade on her wrist began to unfurl up her arm enveloping her in a sparse green armor, that tore away anything standing in it's path. She was pissed now, what the hell Jackie was thinking unleashing the darkness in a place like this Sara had no idea, but it must have been bad. so many people.
looked to his Harem then seemingly turned his attention away from the bright lighting she made but when he did look back, she was gone... though he knew that she'd turn up once more at a later time. His Darklings escorted him out of the building and walked ahead of him and behind... basically all around him even on his shoulders. His eyes did catch something which blew his mind, it was..... Tora No Shi... his image was as plain day. With all those facial tattoos he had... he'd stand out like a 8 foot shark in a 6 foot pool. His eyes narrowed and the blaze of yellow flames smoked along the corners. A fingertip extended to the position of the man. All around him stopped and looked to what he was pointing to... "Tora... Have you had anyone to read you your last rights yet? I'd hope so cause you wont be hearing them anytime later if you stand in my way."
This individual...Jackie Estacado...was not a target so potent that the usage of his traditional weapon would be necessary. Thus now.. he would use other means...other weapons in which he was still.. masterfully versed in. Tora was indeed the epitome of the perfect killer as shown when he drew the Kodachi.. or.. "The Short Sword". Only 3ft in length yet holding a light, thin and heavily tempered and sharpened Steel alloy blade.. it was like all Kodachi's.. designed for speed and accuracy in deadly and incredibly quick strikes. He progressed forwards.. each step like the breath of Death itself as the temperature seemed to dim about his own respective area...telling the tale of a soon to come battle in which only 1 individual will walk away...and it will be him indeed. Thus now as he stopped Roughly 4ft from both the Darklings.. and Jackie. The Darklings...like Jackie...were not a problem...but their dishonor of his own being in not allowing a fair fight between the two of them alone...calls for the death...immediately at that. Hence in execution of the "Kage Kaiten Kenpo" (Shadow Revolving Slash) one would notice odd movements off Tora. Variations of his speed in utilization of both slow and fast movements in combination with strategic possess and timed arrivals each in systematic...and at times sporadic timing with the other in a circled form. It would appear as if Tora was rapidly fading in and out of appearance, while it was only an effort of speed and utilizations of Dark and light spots cast within this environment. The appearance of transparent images and solid images Appearing one at a time...no.. two at a time...wait...3 at a time? This was the limit of the Shadow Kaiten Kenpo for now...as in successive appearances counting up to 3...Tora would appear 3 times. Issuing a horizontal slash to the necks of 3 Darklings....then another three...and then the Gut of Jackie. Each appearance of the three individuals.. or Tora...being no more then a millisecond apart from one another pushing the envelope on natural perception...and displaying masterful techniques of this being which if successful.. would result in the death of his Darklings (Supposed as decapitation is the goal) and the attempted Gutting of Jackie...he readied himself for any possible counter...yet with a move of such proportion.. one cannot say he/she expected it.
"NYPD Freeze!" Sara shouted as she ran toward the two men. In her left hand she held a weapon of conventional making, her snub nose .357. In the other she wielded the Witchblade, and its organic metal had worked up her shoulder and sparingly across her breasts. The metal flickered in the air and tore down her legs slicing apart the vinyl pants that she wore. Sara leveled the gun with both of them and at the sight of Tora no Shi, her eyes widened. This was the individual described to her as the person that had killed half of her department while Sara was on a leave of absence. Screaming in horror at what she just saw transpire, Sara pulled back on the trigger as quickly as time would allow, sending four slugs toward the assassin.
Jackie kept a keen eye out on Tora. Each of the Darklings kept themselves as ready as Jackie did. He was respected as the best to ever hit the business along the Italian Mafia Ties and this was before the age of the Darkness. He transformed his hands into Jagged edged Katanas. His hands then reformed as he transferred the blades into the palms of each taloned hand. Half of the Darklings held .50 Caliber Desert Eagles while the other half wielded a weapon similar to Jackie's own. He closed his eyes with the flashy disappearances of Tora No Shi. He could hear the sounds of the movements made. Senses keen due to the enhancement of The Darkness. He could hear each individual step and if he was armed he most likely could've shot at the man while he was away from him. But with the timing allowed he'd hear the slashing of two Darklings and by the time the third was connected with. All the Darklings with Guns aimed. He quickly pounded down towards his midsection. A loud clanging sound as he connected with the weapon meant to gut him. The tip of the blade scratched against his stomach just barely. His eyes would reopen now. With the silence of the area he was able to hear the moment that the swinging of the arm was made and thus react with a speed nearly matching. After he caught the weapon with the hilt of each Katana and the Darklings behind him started their array of bullets at him. About 10 shots let off total by the 4 left darkling. each bullet aimed somewhere on Tora.
To many bullets...threatening by mild degree as if he indeed stopped his movements totally.. he would have suffered the barrage fully. Funny how after slicing 6 of 7 Darklings....4 are still left. It almost threw him off but maintained focus shall keep him alive as the same move that started this...shall get him out. Maintaining the fluidity of the "Shadow Kaiten kenpo" which was triggered even earlier not by the movements of Jackie...but Sara. Her bullets firing first would cause the trained reaction Of such as his form would thus become that of a blur once more. Varied speeds not in a circle.. but in a traveling path backwards away from both individuals and the Darklings. His early movements at fluctuation speeds, increasing distance, and changing aiming angles would cause bullets to loose accuracy percentage over the duration of the barrage. Hence By now.. Jackie and the Darklings firing was useless...while Sara's first bullet.. was more successful. He stood behind a wall...looking to his arm and waist...both suffering not from punctures.. but lacerations. Unexpected indeed....and he was at a disadvantage somewhat. Two individuals.. augmented...in greater numbers. Both were dishonorable in his eyes. Thus he waited now.. for the right opportunity
Sara didn't lessen her pace toward the fighting couple, and the threat the tiny Darklings posed. As her pounding footfalls marked her path toward the men, Sara felt a bullet from one of the Darklings ping off her armor and the Detective's intensity for bloodlust heightened. With her hair as wild as her Witchblade Sara looked feral. Eyes narrowing into slits, she commanded again. "You don't want to make me hurt you, now I suggest you surrender the weapons and come nice and slow." Auburn locks of hair flowed forward as she skidded to a halt. "Where the hell did he go?" She barked at Jackie. Her green eyes scanned over Jackie in his current state and smiled. "Talk about a photo op. I dunno you me. a bottle of chardonnay?" Sara reloaded her weapon as she spoke to Jackie. "Sorry if I stepped on your toes here. But under the circumstances this guy killed half my department and we both have secrets to keep. Care to call it a cease fire for now?"
