The fist, sheathed in cold hard metal plowed into the mans gut. The man stumbled back againced the wall hunched over clutching his large gut. He lent back againced the wall wheazing as the owner of the fist flexed his fingers before balling them again. This time the blow came quicker. Whirling round in a circular motion. Catching the man full on in the side of his head as he lent over sucking for breath. The impact sent him realing, he colapsed on the filth covered cobble stones of the back ally. The attacker did not shed a tear, nor did he grin with malice. He simple calmy and cooly removed his cloak of rags and let them drop next to the man. The fat man did not move, he stayed stock still, on hands and knees. His eyes were screwed up, hoping upon home that his asailent had left. He was wrong. The attacker delt another blow to the back of the mans neck. His arms gave out from under him and he was sent into the muck and filth that lay on the cobble stones like the filth of humanity that lay on the land of arda. Now the man had taken his cloak of he had revealed a full set of armour. Its finely polished finish glinting in what little light the candles and torches that lined the streets gave off. He stepped over the man, his metal boots clinking on the stones. He sat down on the man and leaned over the mans head. He was stuck still in sheer terror like a rabbit caught in the open. The man reached around his preys head and grabbed the fatty neck. He drew the head back wtih a grip that was like a vice. The fat mans face turned red as the blood failed to escape his face. The eyes bulged. Finaly his attacker smiled grimly in the darkness. He rose up and let the mans head fall. The fat man coughed and spluttered but the ordeal was not over.

His attacker grabbed his clothes and hauled him off the ground, bodly. His legs trailing behind him he was pulled over to a gutter. Like most of these streets it ran with a thick sludge that smelled more than poisonus. The man was dropped, unceromoniusly into the filth. He pulled his head up out of the gutter trash. Trying to breath but a metal boot pressed down ontop of it, forcing it under. The foot forced the head under. After a while the pressure was released and his head let above the water line. It coughed up some mixture of his own blood and the filth of the gutter. It was not long before the head was ramed back into its inky void. This dance routine continued for several muinets untill the boot didnt realese the man from his watery prison. It waited untill the struggling stopped. It rose and fell once more but this time it stamped down. The mans neck gave in and his vertabrey cracked violently.

The mans crime? He had simple wandered out the back of the wilwarin inn, probably a chef or some such thing from inside. He had disturbed tilorn whilst he was feeding. Tilorn had no time for such pathetic men. Tilorn lend down and hauled the body out of the gutter. It hung limp now and though it was a dead weight he still carried it out to the main street. He dragged it to the front of the inn, there were few out on the streets at this time. They where all at home or drinking within. He pulled the body back and swang it forward. Untill the momentum was enough. realesing the body he watched it sail through the plate glass and lead windown. The man was fat enough for the weight to do most the work. Tilorn watching with malice in his eyes as it crashed onto a table with in. He spread his massive wings. He doubted anyone would be foolish enough to venture outside after that.

He moved to the door of the inn and pushed againced it. It had been barred from within, no wonder he thought. He took a step back and kicked it. The bar burst from its holdings and the door swung inward. He stepped through the gap and fraimed in the doorway with the black night behind him he began to laugh.

Patience was not one of Annihilate’s virtues. His resolve was thoroughly tested every time he attempted to simply sit and wait. It was not one of his favorite past times, but luckily it was not long until he heard the first cries of torment to fill the night. There could’ve been no other explanation than the Angel. A sinister grin grew upon his pale purple lips exposing his teeth, which were filled to deadly points. It seemed as though now it was time to act, and time to have fun. Perhaps even have a good meal.

Occupants of the inn, the custodial staff and the pub-goers became frantic as they heard the terrified screams. They slammed the bolts on all doors, and locked the cellar with a simple padlock. Oddly, but not unusually, Annihilate sate firmly in his seat watching them. He began laughing at their futile attempts, for he knew what monsters stalked this night. They looked at him shocked that he could sit there and laugh at their futility. Standing, he removed his cloak and revealed his weapon. “Cowards.” he said without hesitation, “You live your lives in complete agony, and yet you can sit there and hide away when the reaper comes.” he drew his blood-stained katana, “What is there to fear? You’re all going to die. Better sooner than later, I always say. Who knows, one or two of you might come back to haunt me one day.”

His eyes sharpened into deadly slits, cat-like pupils twisting the bloodshot crimson of his eyes. He spun his naked sword, but he was not the first to attack. A young man wielding a small, curved dagger was the first to strike. Annihilate parried the thrust away, it was an unwieldy and uncontrolled, and it exposed his rib cage quite affectively. Taking the opportunity to instill a bit of macabre-esque fear in the eyes of the beholders he pivoted on his heel, putting one of his feet behind the other, and slashed upward to cleave through the boy’s spine. Blood exploded from his back, for there were several large arteries and veins that ran the length of the back, and he’d severed virtually every one of them.

Suddenly, without proper warning, he was assaulted from behind. The force of a wooden chair exploded on his back, but Annihilate was barely phased. He dropped to one knee and spun intent on causing harm, his sword held about shoulder height. In the process the weapon sliced through the abdomen of an older man. Both halves hit the ground, and he howled in excitement. Turning, he assaulted another male, and then another, turning the area around him into a whirl of steel, blood and furniture. Chairs, tables and stools were sliced in half, splintered as people were thrown through them and were utterly tainted as blood and other bodily fluids cascaded across their surface. None of them would ever be the same again. By the time the second younger gentleman hit the ground, this being the fifth man his katana had sliced through, he noted the people were scattered. No longer did anyone else remain in the pub.

When Tilorn kicked in the door, Annihilate stood there bare-chested, save for the lines of blood that ran across his pale skin. He watched as the Angelic Vampire laughed, and a broad grin appeared upon his own face. “Most are upstairs,” he called, before returning his weapon to its sheath, “Did you plan on making me wait all night?” he was referring to the delay between when Tilorn had left the pub, and when the screams began.

(sorry bout the wait)

Tilorn's wings folded back onto themselfs. The scrape of leather on leather. He had to stoop to get into the tavern, his wings were much to tall to fit into the human made door. Damnible human blight upon this world. He looked about the tavern. Everyone had fled. Like rats into a sewer. The only ones left behind were those to slow or drunk to make it up the stairs. Pathetic was what it was. "and you expect me to care?" He flashed Him a gore stained smile. Two of his teeth where like needles but that was now what he used for drinking blood. Normaly he severed a main artery with what ever he could use, mouth, fingers or a blade and just clamp his mouth on the gaping wound.

He looked about, there may be more upstairs but the fools had trapped themselfs like dogs. No he would finish down here first. None would survive. "Well Annihilate.... lets paint the town red" He had already picked his target. the man was cowering beneith a table huddled into a corner. He did not know what was more frightening, that this monster had tourtured that fat man so badly or that the other monster had been drinking in this very in all along. Tilorn grabbed the table and threw it out of the way. The man flinched in fear. Tilorn reached down and grabbed the man by the throat. He lifted the man bodly from the floor and stood him on his feet. The man was paralised with fear. Tilorn calmly tighten his grip with his iron gauntlets untill blood seeped between his fingers. His eyes bulged in his head and his mouth gapped wide. Just what tilorn was after. He grabbed the top of the mans head and realased his gripp on the throat. He slid his metal fingered gauntlet into the open mouth and forced down on the jaw. The ligaments held before giving way compleatly. Yeilding to the force. Tilorn grabbed and tore the mans jaw bone clean from his head. Admits the fury of flesh and blood the man screamed. Tilorn dropped him and cast the jaw aside. If the man did not bleed to death he would lead a tortured existance.... All the better.

He looked at the only other person in the room. Part of the kitchen staff. She held a knife in her trembling hands. Evidently she had more guts that the man or any of the others did but it would not save her. He raised a hand, "Desacrate" She looked questioningly at him before the spell took effect. She dropped to her knees clutching her gut. Blood began to trickle from her mouth. He grinned. "Well that finishes up here. Shall we move on?" He turned on his heel and headed past Annihilate. He looked up the stairs. An arrow sped passed his head. Narrowly missing anything vital but it when straight through his wing. He turned to look at the hole... it was oozing a dark strange blood blood. He looked back up at the archer. A man, not fully dressed awoken by all the comotion holding a bow in his hands. He was trying to sting another how but he was far from sucseading. He was panicking after having missed the first shot.

"Nice try. Lets see how you fire with a broken leg" At his final words the mans leg shattered beneith him. The bone snapped clean in two. He called out and fell forward, right down the stairs. Tilorn watched him hit step after step before ariving at his feet. "How conveinient" He raised a metal shod boot and braught it down sharply on the mans skull. He turned to Annihilate and gestured up the stairs. "Your up"

Though his new partner seemed rather stoic in his response Anni sensed, and saw when he flashed a smile, that he was rather amused by their current predicament. He said nothing more, only nodded when Tilorn asked if he was ready. When he ripped the larger man’s face off Anni began to laugh, and after laughing sadistically to himself as he watched the woman and the archer smashed by Tilorn’s spell he fell into a deep rhythmic breathing pattern. His eyes closed slightly, which became glossy, and a strange dark energy began to swirl inside of him. Annihilate’s thoughts became shrouded, but the darkness that engrossed his mind shattered. The picture one of the rooms upstairs showed clearly in his mind, and as it did his eyes flashed open, the red pigment streaked with green as his body disappeared into a flash of shadow. “Teleport.” he said out loud as the energy he had summoned exploded from within him, shrouded his body in a hazy red nimbus and causing him to disappear.

There would be silence for a few moments as Anni went to work, but suddenly a scream would breach the calm, there would be a rumbling sound, a loud crash and suddenly a man’s body would roll down the steps loudly. Upstairs, Anni had appeared in a room he’d been in earlier that day. The remains of a young couple still littered the floor from his meal, staining the wood, but he didn’t care about them. He slipped outside and ducked into another room, found a man relaxing in a warm bath, but he’d missed the man with his blade. Backed into a corner, Anni had sent him smashing through the thatched wall with a heavy kick, which had smashed his sternum inwards collapsing his lungs, and had sent him over the railing and down the steps to Tilorn.

Annihilate would’ve stepped through the hole in the wall, looked down the steps to see if the man was still moving. His body would convulse there on the landing as it suffocated, which would cause his body to spastically arc and eventually snap his own neck. It was a beautiful thing to watch, and he just stared down at the horrendous moment in awe. That was, until a large force slammed into his left shoulder and sent him tumbling over the railing. He smashed into the steps with full force and landed on the deceased man. Looking up Annihilate found a large brutish man with a broad axe in his hand, which was coated in blood. His own left shoulder, he found, was bloodied, and a large laceration cut down his shoulder blade. Anni’s arm was immobilized, but that didn’t stop him.

He closed his eyes as the man rounded the bend and came down the steps, and inside of him a different magic surged. Suddenly his eyes burst open, the bright green had faded long ago and replaced his natural red, but now the red was suddenly streaked with bright yellow as an inky fluid consumed his wound. A moment passed and the man stood there in awe, but he didn’t realize what was happening. Annihilate’s wounded shoulder mended, and the inky material slowly sank back into his flesh leaving a fresh, pulsating black scar. The man marveled as Anni regained his composure, and was barely able to save himself as he pounced. Annihilate struck like a cobra. He slammed into the man and attempted to bite into his throat, but was stopped as his jaws clamped onto the axe’s handle. It wasn’t enough, however, Anni’s hands grasped the man’s throat, black nail’s cutting into flesh, as the ranger did what he could to push the half-demon back, but Anni’s teeth, which were filed into dangerous points, bit through the wood. His blackened finger-nails gouged the man’s throat, and as he screamed for mercy Anni’s powerful jaws struck out and clamped onto his throat, cutting through his windpipe. The man was dead before Annihilate began to lick up the fallen blood.

Eventually, he rose to his feet and moved off of the steps, allowing Tilorn the chance to join him. Blood trickled down his chin, chest and hands, and he just grinned like the beast he was. Slowly, he was getting hungrier and hungrier.