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[[OOC:  Like...honestly, the only "main bad guy" that I could think of for the enemies that we have would be Lucifer...but that seems kinda impossible, seeing as how we are just a bunch of crazy demon hunters and he is f*ckin Lucifer.  Not sure.  And yes Septim, I know you like to point out things like that...but when was the last time you actually attempted an RP.  A REAL RP...Prominence is a game more than anything tbh...I know you should be writing Cidellus for school though <.<  Mr. Waituntilthelastminute.  I play video games, and those games give me ideas :p  Like playing Dragon Age: Origins, gives me ideas and Borderlands as well.]]

[[OOC: I could say there is a "head vampire" or "head werewolf" or something like that...but then there are just even more higher and powerful enemies that sent them.  It all goes back to there being one boss in charge and I unfortunately made that someone on the level of being a God...idk, school is being a real b*tch right now.]]

Alexander Rookridge had Robur sheathed, and was holding a revolver in each hand.
"Steel your hearts with bravery, men!" yelled Rookridge.
He fired off a shot, hitting a vampire with a holy silver bullet, and the creature to fall in pain as the bullet burnt her flesh away. Rookridge finished her off with another shot to her heart.
"Remember, a holy silver shot or stake to the heart will kill them!" reminded Rookridge.

Horatio had gone to one knee, aiming carefully.
The first crack of his rifle could be heard throughout the town, with the loud action of his bolt.
"Blessed be the Lord my Rock,"
The second crack tore through the square.
"Who teaches my hands to war,"
A third bullet struck a vampires hip.
"And my fingers to fight."
Four blessed bullets had sped into the vampires.
"My High Tower and my Deliverer,"
The fifth struck a vampire in the heart, it fell.
"My Loving-kindness and my Fortress."
The clip clattered on the cobblestone. A second was loaded.
"My shield..."
Another bullet.
"And the one in whom I take refuge."
More gunfire.
"Lord, what is a man that you take knowledge of him?"
An eighth bullet tore through a vampires shoulder.
"Or the son of man that you are mindful of him?"
A ninth bullet ricocheted off of a metal lamppost.
"He is but a breath,"
The tenth struck a running vampire, causing it to stumble.
Horatio loaded his last clip.

"His days are like a passing shadow."

Nate stood, almost helpless, long range fighting not being his specialty at the least. He said a quick prayer to the lord.

"Oh lord, if I make it out of this one alive, I promise to at least start carrying around a pistol, and it will have your name on it, for good luck."

This being done, Nate pulled out one of his swords, and placed it on the ground in front of him. He then got down on one knee, and placed all of his throwing knives around him, picked one up,and started following one vampire. It was tricky, but this one seemed to move in a pattern. Just as he was about to throw his knife, a shot was fired, and the vampire fell, shot in the heart.

"Dammit Horatio," whispered Nate under his breath. "I was gonna kill that one." He had to admit that his friend was doing an above average amount of the work. Now it was time for him to start pulling his own weight as well.

Nate picked another vampire, and started following her closely, keeping track of where she had been, where she was going, always guessing, and always being right. One more circle, and...

The dagger pierced her shoulder, and the vampire lurched slightly, almost stopping and tripping. It wasn't a kill shot, and the vampire would soon begin to circle again.

"BANG"

Horatio shot her, right through the heart. She fell soundlessly, a bullet and a knife having been used to bring her down.

"Good shot Horatio. Jolly good show I say."