The Hunted

[Nytem4re]

Peter watched as the crews kept cutting more and more trees down. He sighed. It was most likely going to be another boring day then. The URAF unit he was attached to made no contact with any hostiles so far. So they babysat the engineers as they cut down more and more of the forest. Peter had already cleaned his rifle several times out of boredom. He could do nothing however, and he took another bite out of his rations as the crews cut down trees at a rapid rate.

[Daxam]

Vincent smiles, watching as Novalee and Kara slowly begin to get the hang of the maneuver. Soon, he sees Kara hold up a hand, seeming to be in pain. He slices his arm through the air and the clones dissolve into black clouds. He stepped forward, ready to help her if she needed it, but stopped, watching as she stands, offers to get some drinks, then walks off. "Take your time," he says, "we don't want you to wind up on bed rest."

Vincent walks over to the tree and sits down, starting to feel a throbbing feeling emanate from his head. You went too hard on them, Isaac says, not only slightly angry. I should've known this would happen!

Vincent smiles and says out loud, "You worry too much. Her wound won't heal if she doesn't exercise it."

If he could have, Isaac would have slapped his hand against his face. What kind of logic is that?

Vincent almost replies when he remembers that he and Isaac aren't alone. And you've been talking to me outside of your head... Isaac says, dread filling his voice.

Whoops, Vincent thinks, too late. Even he understands what could happen if his and Isaac's secret gets out. The two of them would be run out, or worse, if the Overseer finds out that Isaac has a borderline homicidal maniac inside of his head. Vincent looks over at Novalee, hoping she wasn't paying attention to the seemingly one-sided conversation, and asks, "Do you wanna wait for her to get back or do you wanna keep going?"

[EnderOfLegends]

Avacyn knelt down and pulled out her test tube. She dipped it in pool of blood and collected her sample. The dead vampires head was no more then a few feet away. Detached from it's body, it's eyes stared at her. No remorse or resentment ever flickered in her soul. She learned from years of riggerous training that emotions will get you killed, and that the feeling of pity will make you question your motives, and the URAF does not tolerate disobedience. She stood up and did a mental examination of herself. Right arm: Damaged. Left hand: Broken. Right Leg: Gash above the knee. Overall injures: MINOR. She felt satisfied, for she had killed her toughest un-human yet. With his blood, I'll be unstoppable. A sharp grin lit up her face. She heard a call coming through and she put to fingers to her ear ad pressed a small button. "Ava, whats your status?" A gruff voice said in her ear. "Mission completed Commander, I have the blood sample." "Excellent Ava. Our spy was correct about the un-human. I've sent a team to extract you. Commander out." Avacyn gathered the remains of the dead vampire and placed them on the black smear in the center if the room. She struck a match against her blade and let the remains on fire. The last of the Thorne legacy has come to an end. She thought. Before leaving, she picked up the black blade the vampire used in their fight. Elegant and beautiful, she took instant intrest and slung it on her back. Leaving the place ablaze, she reached the top of the castle where she was picked up by a helicopter crew.

(OOC: Note to the new people, I killed my main Character Acaelus and replaced him with this villan. His death is on page 18. Enjoy )

[Absolute Grace]

She noticed him glancing at the active haven inhabitants and answered the unspoken question.
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“Well if you are wondering why everyone is so active, it’s because eventually the mouse will stand up for itself no longer willing to be subjugated by the cat.” She said cryptically and then pointed at the eating area’s door. “I should get back to what I was doing, see you later Derek.” Waving she entered through the door, but poked her out back out quickly. “That is your name right?” She asked a bit distressed and then this time actually went in, the door closing softly behind her. She gathered three cups and filled each with cold water, then headed back out, holding the three cups in a triangle formation with both hands. Once she reached her destination she handed them out.
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“One for Novalee. One for Isaac and one for me.” She smiled as each took a cup and sat next to Isaac.
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“You didn’t have to wait for me, but thanks anyway.” They allowed themselves a few minutes rest and then got back to training, figuring that the infamous trainer wasn’t going to show up.
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~~TIME SKIP~~ Again? Why? … Because I can ~THREE DAYS LATER. Just after breakfast (9ish)~
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The overseer stood in the middle of the training grounds, while all Haven inhabitants stood just on the boarders surrounding it.
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“Today I would like to see everyone showcasing their ability for battle weather it is attack, defence or both. After everyone goes teams will be made up accordingly. We will begin with you.” He pointed at the person standing at the upper right corner and beckoned them forward and then signalled the person who was standing to the person’s right to also step forward.
((you can either verse a random haven individual or ask one of your fellow The Hunted rpers to verse your character. Obviously do not kill or mortally wound any one))
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~AT THE SAME TIME:~
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Kara’s wound had recovered and she was located outside of the Haven on a scouting mission. She was inside one of the trees, farthest away from the team of URAF wood cutters so it would still be another three until they would reach that tree with their current working pace.
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Kara had left the haven earlier that morning at a time when most were still asleep. The ones that saw her knew that she was leaving to scout, but what they didn’t know was that she had a second order. Try to scare most if not all of them off. She linked into the connection of the various tree spirits and could now see what they could see.
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A campsite at the edge of the woods with plumes of thick black smoke billowing up from furnaces. Autumn, the season was turning into the next and temperatures were dropping. The burning trees were supplying the camp with power and warmth. Further into the forest a group of tree cutters were busy at work, cutting down trees by any means possible machines, tractors and saws. In that instant a shout of ‘timber!’ Echoed around the site as another tree fell. This tree’s spirit was old and stubborn and had refused to disconnect with its base to connect with the transportation tree. The connection that Kara was joined with became colder by a fraction and a feeling of something small breaking, ached in her chest. Her second order was just about to begin.
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As the URAF tree cutters were beginning on yet another tree, ethereal voices began to echo around the clearing, building in number and volume.
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Murderers.
Stop now!
Destroyers.
Cease!
Killers.
Leave…
Slaughterers.
Leave…
Leave!
LEAVE!!
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The last shout was joined with a strong and freezing gust of wind. Being strong enough to kick up the leaves, flip helmets from heads and push over workers who had unstable footing. The workers had frozen and after a moment a few tried to flee, only to be reprimanded by their superiors, but the workers were too spooked for today and were ordered back to camp.

[Nem]

Mariko had woken up early that morning, seeing...Kara was it? Walk out of The Haven. Mariko figured she was on a scouting mission, and watched her go, not saying anything to her. Mariko then had breakfast early, as well. He had his swords on his back like they always were. His swords never left him, at least, he tried to make sure of that. Mariko then had a somewhat dull morning, sharpening his swords for a few hours or so. At what he figured was around nine, judging by the sun, he was called to the training grounds. He hoped it was going to be something good and worth his time, although, it wasn't exactly like he was doing much. Mariko walked to the training grounds at his normal, brisk walk, the morning sun breaking through the trees, spraying light all over The Haven. Mariko then found himself at the training grounds, and heard the overseer say this,“Today I would like to see everyone showcasing their ability for battle weather it is attack, defence or both. After everyone goes teams will be made up accordingly. We will begin with you.” Mariko then realized, after one or two seconds, that the overseer was poiting at him. Mariko nods, and asks the person standing next to him to fight him. He agrees, and they both withdraw their weapons after stepping a good distance from the crowd onto the field.
The other man attacks first, jumping into the air with his one-handed sword that he used as a two-handed weapon, and brought it down over Mariko's head, expecting the blade to hit. Mariko saw him launch into the air, and pull up his sword to block the attack. He then uses his other blade to sweep the man's blade off his head. (Let's give the stranger a name, then. I'll name him..Erm.. Gimmo.) Mariko knows he could've stabbed Gimmo there and then, and if he was in the battlefield he would have, but instead, he let him "live" in their spar. Mariko then lunges with one sword towards Gimmo's body, which is in the air from his previous counter. Gimmo is quick-witted, and blocks the attack, having seen it coming. Gimmo then blocks another slash from Mariko, jumping back one step. Gimmo then rushes forwards, bringing his sword up in a vertical slash towards Mariko's chin. Mariko jumps back, then uses one blade to hit Gimmo's blade higher into the air, Mariko then runs towards Gimmo, who was quickly bringing his sword down, and kicked him in the chest, while using his left-handed blade to knock Gimmo's away. Mariko then puts his sword to Gimmo's neck, then sheaths both of his blades, feeling as he had successfully won. Mariko holds out a hand to Gimmo. Gimmo happily takes his hand, and Mariko pulls him to his feet. Mariko shakes Gimmo's hand, then walks back into the crowd of Haven denizens.

[HasunoHime]

Novalee watched Mariko's match, she was uncertain of being able to do something like that. Fearing she would be no match for her opponent. Next the Overseer called her, she felt something running down her spine after hearing her name "(No...why me?)" Thought as she walked to the field.
Her opponent took a combat stance, it seemed she was good with martial arts, Novalee took another combat stance. The girl attacks Nova with a kick which with difficult she could dodge, the girl kept attacking her by combining kicks and punches, although some of them were dodged or blocked, the rest were almost impossible for her to block.
A few minutes later the girl tries to punch her again, but then Novalee blocks it and grabs her under the forearm and knocks her on the ground. And with that her match was done. The girls bowed at each other and walked back to the crowd. "(I did it...)" Novalee thought as she healed her wounds.

[Talonkid13]

Drake watched both of the fights before him with interest. He hadn't paid much mind to everyone elses training and abilities but it was impressive watching the others. Knowing everyone else was on a good level of ability was comforting to say the least. Since nobody else stepped forward to fight next Drake to the initiative to step up and begin. His opponent stepped out of the crowd as well. He was a naga named Wenlo. Luckily enough for Drake Nagas were immune to fire so he could fire full blast and be just fine.

With a gesture from the Overseer Drake began. Pulling a bow and a short-sword from the weapons rack Drake jumped to fighting position. He materialized an arrow from fire and released. Sending the flaming missile toward Wenlo. Wenlo had picked a shield and twin daggers and simply slammed the arrow with his shield. He was taken off gaurd however from the small explosion set off from it's destruction. As soon as the opening was apparent Drake fired again and blasted the shield from Wenlo's grasp. Wenlo quickly pulled his knives in defense and Drake froze. Naga's could minorly freeze their opponents with a stare. It wouldn't last long enough to stop Drake completely but Wenlo advanced diving and knocking Drake to the ground shoving his knife within inches of Drakes face. But Drake flashed the broadsword from it's scabbard and drove the butt end of it into Wenlo's abdomen. Wenlo coughed and rolled off Drake who pointed the blade to his neck. To reinforce the gesture Drake lit the sword ablaze and let it a little closer to his skin.

Wenlo conceded feeling the heat near his face like the infernos of the sun. Drake sheathed the sword and reached a hand to help Wenlo up and walked off back into the crowd to watch the remaining people fight.

(OC: This took way to long for me to write.)

[Daxam]

Isaac watched the fight from the edge of the crowd, smiling as he saw Novalee successfully use the move he and Vincent taught her. Nice to know we managed to teach someone something useful, isn't it? he asks Vincent.

Yeah, I guess, Vincent replies ruefully.

Isaac sighs. Look, I'm sorry I asked to be pulled from the fight. I just can't trust you not to lose sight of who's friend and foe.

Vincent falls silent, as if finding sense in Isaac's words. He's just about to comment on this when he suddenly feels pain lance through his head. Sweat starts beading on his brow as he clutches his head. Then, just as quickly as it happened, it ends. The look of pain on Isaac's face is replaced by an arrogant grin and his eyes are alight with a glint of madness, subdued just enough so as not to be noticed by others. He pushes his way to the front of the crowd after Drake's fight and stands in the open area. Word that he wouldn't be fighting has no doubt spread throughout the group, eliciting whispered murmurs from the crowd gathered. Turning to the Overseer, he says, "I've changed my mind. I wanna fight."

Turning to the crowd, Vincent throws his arms to the sides and says, "Alright, so who wants to fight me? Don't worry, I'll go easy on ya!"

Some people exchange looks with one another until someone steps forward, a fairly large werewolf. "I don't like that attitude of yours," he says, his fur already appearing and beginning to bristle. "You're no better than the rest of us."

Vincent crosses his arms and says, "You don't think so?" He drops his arms to his sides and leans forward, tapping his cheek. "I'll let you have the first blow, then. Come on, right here, hard as you can!"

The werewolf suddenly looks hesitant, but doesn't back down. He charges forward and slams his fist into Vincent's cheek, sending him skidding backward in a cloud of dust. Chuckling as a trail of blood starts leaking out of the corner of his mouth, he looks up, his insanity beginning to leak through. Spitting out some blood, he says, "Is that it?"

Iron tendrils rise out of the ground around Vincent's feet, writhing like snakes. The werewolf, frightened by Vincent's clear insanity and the writhing iron, turns tail and starts running. Just as he's about to send the iron after him, Vincent suddenly freezes as Isaac fights for control. Slowly, the iron melts back into the ground as he straightens up. "Not worth my time, anyway," he mutters, walking back to his place.