Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-26567397-20161120191253/@comment-24852191-20161202185534


 * The man opens his eyes and looks Anabel. He opens his mouth, all of his teeth are sharp as fangs with the exception of two larger fangs where the first molars of a human would be. He grabs Anabel's shoulders and bites into her neck. Blood spews forth everywhere. I look at Kit.

Me: Get in the house! Get him from behind!


 * I eject the magazine in "Kilishnikov" and feed a new one of HE rounds into it. I shuck the slide and aim the 63 magnum and the man in red. Both him and Anabel are covered in blood. I fire into what I assume is his left shoulder. The HE blast throws Anabel away from him into an old car, leaving a piece of her shoulder in his mouth. He spits the bloody flesh out of his mouth and looks at me and grins, he starts running at me. I fire the last five 63 magnum HE rounds in the magazine at him. He takes two in the chest, blowing him backwards. Two more blow into his lower abdomin, further lessoning his progress. He falls into a bloody piles of eviscerated meat at my feet. He looks up at me with a devilish grin as he opens his mouth and displays his teeth. I ttake my right foot and kick him in the face. As he slumps over, I run into a nearby house and reload "Kilishnikov". I press the communication button on the side of my helmet.

Me: Strider to Hansgraf, we need an emergency evac, now!


 * The man's blood moves back to him as he gets up and laughs. I look at him, he looks as though nothing has happened. He looks aat me and sneers.

Man: You are suprisingly hard to kill, for mere human. Tell me, are you at least part vampire.


 * I aim "Kilishnikov" at him and send a HE slug at him. It nlows him through the window of another house. I turn and run back to Kit.

Me: How the hell do we defeat this guy?


 * He walks through the wall of the house I shot him into. Phasing through itt as though it weren't even there. I look around inside my helmet.

Me: Meridian! Analysis!


 * Meridian, shipboard AI of the UNSC Hansgraf, speaks though the interior speakers of my helmet.

Meridian: I don't know what to make of it, milord. He seems to be impervious to all forms of convetional weaponry.


 * The man puts his large red fedora and picks up the 454 Casull, feeds a new magazine into it, and shucks the slide with his long fangs. He aims the gun at us and I push Kit through a wall into another building as a hellfire of .454 caliberr rounds explode around us. One glances off my armor and explodes against another wall.354863-bigthumbnail.jpg