Nathaniel, who had held his position at the entrance of the station, now took one step down the staircase the second he had heard the unmistakable sound of weapon fire from the platform below. This ring of ammo truly upset the night's normal rhymes and routine, but then held back, still the threat of further werewolves resting on his mind.
Nathaniel knew all too well that his fellow death dealers could hold themselves well, and that he had no overly need to worry.
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A few lucky bystanders, who were fleeing the alarming scenes that played out before them, were able to climb the stairs, now making their way past Nathaniel in their rush, taking several steps at a time, making it up safely to the streets above. Some were truly taken aback by what they saw, vampires and werewolves, to them it was as if all their horror movies had come true at once.
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Back on the platform, Rahzia pushed Selene away and once he stood tall yet again was able to raise his weapon, and with aim fired more flash lit ammo at the vampire. "Ah, this isn't a night you'll win, blood drinker!" snapped Rahzia.
Selene, however, wasn't going to be taken down on the back foot, and now goes for her own weapon, which had dropped from her grase in Rahzia's force, raising it level, her finger squeezed down on the trigger opening fire on the brute, Rahzia, once again. - Blam! - - Blam! - - Blam! -
A barrage of silver bullets came in the werewolf's direction, one was almost too close, Rahzia acting fast to get out of its trajectory.
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As before their weapon fired drowned out the terrified screams and shrieks, men and women were forced to crawl to keep from being hit.
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A few of the platform lights had been taken out in the werewolves glowing weapon fire, the werewolves were more about fast and rapid fire rather than slow and precise aim. On their explosion shards of shattered glass and sparks came raining down onto the station's concrete floor.
The remaining lights that were left had now started to flicker, casting somewhat strange and creepy shadows around the combat zone, which was once a mortal underground subway station.
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During this clash with the werewolves, Rigal gets hit, the bullet ripping into his skin. Feeling the pain of the werewolf's bullet the vampire creamed out in true pain. "Arrrghhh!"
The vampire's body seems to glow with a blue-silver light. Here he falls to the ground with the power of the bullet taking its effect, leaving the vampire in a pill of ash.
Selene looked on in shock, she truly couldn't believe her eyes, Rigal had outlived them all, had truly faced many battles, had gone up against many a few.
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Selene looks over Rigal's ash. "I'll have your hides for this!" she calls out to Rahzai. She instantly moved forward, her weapon aimed for Rahzai.
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As bullet's still fly, - Ratta! - - Ratta! - - Ratta! - a young lady, mad in her early twenties, gets shot in the vicious crossfire, a bullet cutting into her upper shoulder. The lady here dropped to the floor. She now lay sprawled out of the cold concrete; clearly in pain and fighting for her life. Blood now soaked her clothes.
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Selene caught sight of a human male moving now to offer help to the injured lady. She raised a tentative eyebrow, as she was actually impressed by the young man's bravery, putting aside his own safety and life. 'I've known vampires,' she thought. 'Who wouldn't be so brave amidst such a battle.'
"It's alright... It's alright!'" stated the man, as he came low to her side, in hopes to reassure her. The man had to raise his voice so that she could hear him over the continuing weapons fire.
This young man, who bravely helped caught Selene's eye for just the briefest of seconds. He was good looking, with a strong jawline, lightish russet hair that needed trimming, brownish green eyes, he was dressed very casually in a blue faded jumper, a black windbreaker coat, dark jeans and Chelsea cut boots. It was visible by the wetness of his clothes that he had not planned for this incoming torrential weather.
In need of help, the lady tried to speak, but the pain was too much, screaming out.
The man checked over her wound. "You're gonna be okay, miss, I'll call for an ambulance." It was here that the man could see, through the flickering light of the platform, that the lady was in a bad state, her chest was heaving sporadically, as well as the colour had quickly faded from her face. He went for his mobile and made the call for help, stating over the line that he was a meds student, and was supposed to be at work in the ER at the local hospital.
Once the call was finished he applied pressure down on the wound. "Stay with me!' he asked of her, urging her to stay awake. 'Hang in there…" His hands soon felt sticky as the lady's blood started to dry on his hands. The man was forced to shield the lady with his body, all the time trying to keep her awake, trying to keep her focused on him. Every flesh blast of ammunition made the man flinch though, in true fear of being hit or worse killed.
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The werewolf Tril comes in and goes right after the man from behind, a firm hand placed onto the man's shoulder, the werewolf ready to drag him away from him.
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The man had flinched the second he had felt the werewolf's hand take hold of his shoulder, the werewolf's fingernail like crawls in his skin.
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Nathaniel moved quickly in, for him it was time to strike, he had heard the cries of Rigal's end. His weapon aimed well, the vampire wanting to lend a much needed hand, wanting to take revenge.
His foot landed on the damp tilted floor of the platform.
Nathaniel's eyes widened slightly as he caught sight of the smaller werewolf taking hold of the man. Nathaniel merely put this down to bloodlust, overlooking any reason or thought the werewolf could have actually had. "Not on my watch, blast you!" he called out, now gaining the werewolf's attention. Actually not wanting this innocent man to be taken and butchered by the likes of this werewolf, Nathaniel now took aim and stood ready to fire.
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