Selene: very serious, stern expressionThe war had all but ground to a halt in the blink of an eye. Lucian, the most feared and ruthless leader ever to rule the Lycan clan, had finally been killed. The Lycan hoard scattered to the wind in a single evening of flame and retribution. Victory, it seemed, was in our grasp. The very birthright of the vampyres. Nearly 6 centuries had passed since that night, yet the ancient bloodfeud proved unwilling to follow Lucian to the grave. Though Lycans were fewer in number, the war itself had become more perilous, for the moon no longer held her sway. Older, more powerful Lycans, were now able to change at will. Weapons had evolved, but our orders remained the same; hunt them down and kill them off, one by one. A most successful campaign... perhaps too successful. For those like me, a Death Dealer, this signaled the end of an era. Like the weapons of the previous century, we too would become obsolete. Pity, because I lived for it.
SELENE looks at RIGEL, who nods slightly, before jumping off the 5th floor balcony they are perched on. She lands and looks around for RIGEL...
Rigel: (hanging from someone's TV aerial) Um...help?
SELENE rolls her eyes and leaves him there.
Rigel: Bitch!
A STERN OLD WOMAN next door pokes her head out the window and sees RIGEL hanging there. The STERN OLD WOMAN bashes him with her walking stick.
Stern Old Woman: crotchety voice How DARE you insult the poor young lady like that?! Foul-mouthed little rat!
The LYCAN ASS KICKERS down below have now noticed the commotion. The FIRST LAK falls to the pavement and starts rolling around cackling as the SECOND LAK pulls out a camera and takes a picture.
1st LAK: Hahahahaha! If that's the best they've got, it's no wonder they're losing!
Stern Old Woman: And YOU! Unruly curs! Put that camera away NOW!
SELENE walks up to the LAKs...and beats the crap put of them. The STERN OLD LADY laughs so hard that she falls out of the window.
Rigel: Good riddance! Now will you PLEASE get me off this aerial?!