Soundtrack: Bring It by Trapt
Bloody hell, what a night. Not that I have any real reason to complain - I'm still alive and mobile, which is more than four members of the Sabbat can say.
Things started off well enough, at least for Baltimore. I paid a visit to Salvatore's place before we both set out to the evening's gather, and we squared away our business. Turns out, I kinda like the big guy. Very professional and goal-oriented. I think we'll get on just fine now that I'm back in town. After our meeting, I went back to the mansion to see to the travel arrangements of Franka, Antonia, and Christina, my new ghoul/blood doll gift from Archon London. I had intended to make a bit of a mess this evening, so Franka and I decided that the "kids" should stay near her while I did what I do. Christina was to stay directly beside her the whole night, while Antonia was simply to find one of us if things got hairy.
And wow, did they get hairy fast.
One minute I'm asking questions of newly arrived kindred, being introduced by Franka to the new Toreador primogen, you know, the usual Sheriff type duties. Next thing I know, someone I can't even remember is running up to me telling me that Antonia was being attacked on the dance floor.
I snapped.
I don't frenzy often, and I think the reason I have the kind of control over my beast that I have is because most of the time, when it wants out, I let it out. This time was NOT the time to do that though, so I fought down that urge to rip apart anything between me and my childe and instead stomped my way over to the dance floor, eyes black as night and shadows answering my summons. I get there and find some newcomer ripping a bleeding hole into Antonia. I didn't even consciously react, I think. I just willed the shadows to rip that thing apart, and the next thing I was aware of was a pile of ash surrounded by wavering, obedient shadow. I had enough time to yell at Antonia to get the hell out of there before someone turned out the lights.
This made my night. No one plays in the shadows better than I do. Silly Sabbat goons.
Recognizing the inside of a Shroud of Night, I immediately dropped my own Shroud and then summoned up more Arms to defend myself. I could make out two separate attackers in the Shroud based on movement, sound, impressions against my skin..... it's hard to explain all the little details, but I've been fighting Lasombra for a long time, and I know what to "look" for, even if I can't see a damn thing. The Arms just feel different than the lick summoning them.
The first one came right at me, assisted by his Arms. This made him easy to predict and dodge - it's not hard to figure out what's coming next when I can hear you charging at me. Sidestep, keep arms up, stay low, wait for a chance to counter attack. I don't think they were expecting my first counter attack to be flaming buckshot that lit up the shroud and caught them both. I'll need to thank the Prince for that one. Between that and my own Arms, he went down fairly quickly. The second one was smarter though. He managed to catch me with one of his Arms while I was dealing with his friend.
I responded by calling up yet more shadows and, instead of attacking with them, wrapping them around my body. His attacks were absorbed by them, while I had the chance to figure out exactly where he was in the blackness and pick my shots. I didn't get much of a chance to play the silent waiting game though.
The words "Fight Sandwich!" filled the Shroud, and I was joined by a tiny red-eyed ball of pointy death named Ylva. It seems that someone had gotten word to my allies as to what was going on, because as soon as Ylva appeared on one side (well, as soon as her eyes appeared anyway), I heard Cyrus on my right and saw some sort of firey blast, followed by a scream. I lost a lot of the fight at that moment. Some people refer to that mental state as No Mind or Auto Pilot, I just call it instinct. I remember more dodging. I remember more punching and my Arms doing more damage, and at one point Cyrus and Ylva tearing into yet another target after the gangrel announced that the sandwich had become a pair. What specifically happened in there? I doubt I'll ever really know, short of someone dominating my brain and dragging the memories to the front of my consciousness.
What I can tell you is, at the end of the night we were short one Sabbat body. It seems that someone went upstairs, grabbed one of them, and then took off before I could get everyone back together after the brawl. Fortunately, a certain someone got me a description and some other good info on who the responsible party was. You can run, but you can't hide from me, scum.
Antonia's combat training starts tomorrow night. No one fucks with my childe. And now Christina is insisting that I listen to some band called Blood on the Dance Floor. Why do I suspect that I'm going to regret this?
Bloody hell, what a night. Not that I have any real reason to complain - I'm still alive and mobile, which is more than four members of the Sabbat can say.
Things started off well enough, at least for Baltimore. I paid a visit to Salvatore's place before we both set out to the evening's gather, and we squared away our business. Turns out, I kinda like the big guy. Very professional and goal-oriented. I think we'll get on just fine now that I'm back in town. After our meeting, I went back to the mansion to see to the travel arrangements of Franka, Antonia, and Christina, my new ghoul/blood doll gift from Archon London. I had intended to make a bit of a mess this evening, so Franka and I decided that the "kids" should stay near her while I did what I do. Christina was to stay directly beside her the whole night, while Antonia was simply to find one of us if things got hairy.
And wow, did they get hairy fast.
One minute I'm asking questions of newly arrived kindred, being introduced by Franka to the new Toreador primogen, you know, the usual Sheriff type duties. Next thing I know, someone I can't even remember is running up to me telling me that Antonia was being attacked on the dance floor.
I snapped.
I don't frenzy often, and I think the reason I have the kind of control over my beast that I have is because most of the time, when it wants out, I let it out. This time was NOT the time to do that though, so I fought down that urge to rip apart anything between me and my childe and instead stomped my way over to the dance floor, eyes black as night and shadows answering my summons. I get there and find some newcomer ripping a bleeding hole into Antonia. I didn't even consciously react, I think. I just willed the shadows to rip that thing apart, and the next thing I was aware of was a pile of ash surrounded by wavering, obedient shadow. I had enough time to yell at Antonia to get the hell out of there before someone turned out the lights.
This made my night. No one plays in the shadows better than I do. Silly Sabbat goons.
Recognizing the inside of a Shroud of Night, I immediately dropped my own Shroud and then summoned up more Arms to defend myself. I could make out two separate attackers in the Shroud based on movement, sound, impressions against my skin..... it's hard to explain all the little details, but I've been fighting Lasombra for a long time, and I know what to "look" for, even if I can't see a damn thing. The Arms just feel different than the lick summoning them.
The first one came right at me, assisted by his Arms. This made him easy to predict and dodge - it's not hard to figure out what's coming next when I can hear you charging at me. Sidestep, keep arms up, stay low, wait for a chance to counter attack. I don't think they were expecting my first counter attack to be flaming buckshot that lit up the shroud and caught them both. I'll need to thank the Prince for that one. Between that and my own Arms, he went down fairly quickly. The second one was smarter though. He managed to catch me with one of his Arms while I was dealing with his friend.
I responded by calling up yet more shadows and, instead of attacking with them, wrapping them around my body. His attacks were absorbed by them, while I had the chance to figure out exactly where he was in the blackness and pick my shots. I didn't get much of a chance to play the silent waiting game though.
The words "Fight Sandwich!" filled the Shroud, and I was joined by a tiny red-eyed ball of pointy death named Ylva. It seems that someone had gotten word to my allies as to what was going on, because as soon as Ylva appeared on one side (well, as soon as her eyes appeared anyway), I heard Cyrus on my right and saw some sort of firey blast, followed by a scream. I lost a lot of the fight at that moment. Some people refer to that mental state as No Mind or Auto Pilot, I just call it instinct. I remember more dodging. I remember more punching and my Arms doing more damage, and at one point Cyrus and Ylva tearing into yet another target after the gangrel announced that the sandwich had become a pair. What specifically happened in there? I doubt I'll ever really know, short of someone dominating my brain and dragging the memories to the front of my consciousness.
What I can tell you is, at the end of the night we were short one Sabbat body. It seems that someone went upstairs, grabbed one of them, and then took off before I could get everyone back together after the brawl. Fortunately, a certain someone got me a description and some other good info on who the responsible party was. You can run, but you can't hide from me, scum.
Antonia's combat training starts tomorrow night. No one fucks with my childe. And now Christina is insisting that I listen to some band called Blood on the Dance Floor. Why do I suspect that I'm going to regret this?
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