"I wanna start a fight!" The vampire DJ egged the entire bar scene on. She was immune to it all, but the battle drummer of old, filling the ears with the march of war. On and on the music droned, the beats and rhythm to the nodding of her head as her headset rocked the chorus around her ears. The lights and fog machine were dimmed at her controls, her fingertips playing the keyboard of the bar as clarity came to all participants. The mist lifted, letting Solider see their enemy, and their enemy see them. Dozens of vampires, against a mere squad of Four Solider members? Well given they were with a vampire that could easily overpower most at the bar right now, the numbers would not be in their favour. Plus there were the bystanding humans which would certainly support their vampire acquaintances, and must be fought too. Yet innocent blood would be shed tonight, and blood drank by the stone floors. Perhaps it was ironic then that this fight began quite literally with the first drunken shot.
Peace was shattered in an instant. The veil drawn by Rin's revelation of who they were. While at first the tensions at the bar was simply to dispose of these poorly disguised hunters, getting the name of Solider out and about was sure to spell death for all involved. And so it was, that a few vampires dropped dying, vampires laid together with their human supporters. Killed by Rin's gruesome possession and the cruel betrayal done to exorcise her control. The body count was increasing on the losing side, but certainly for every enemy the killed, more would rise up and take their place, it was after all their bar. How would Four solider members and a traitorous Vampire get out of this one alive? They should have just continued to drink their questionable mixed drinks and highballs to do their recon like normal people. Scope the place out for an operation later in the month. Return with keen intel on the tactical layout, the regulars, the patrons, and most of all the owner.
Yes, certainly surrounded now from all sides, even with the transforming werewolf and two more vampires from the outside joining this sudden frenzy of the four B's: bullets, blood and blades, and beer. What on earth possessed such outsiders to come in? Even the human Mafioso who decided to show up tonight of all nights. Caught in the crossfire between vampire and humans, to the point were he would find himself assaulted by two vampire punks, seriously punks by clothing and appearance, to grab him and take him as their prisoner or snack. That being said a man of his blackhand would keep themselves armed no? Which is to say the least of the vampires who were not allowed to bring weaponry into the bar. Well only one weapon was allowed to be carried by a vampire in Du Lac. And only one vampire possessed that weapon. The music faded away, just as the fight began to escalate. But worry not for a new tract played:
The cracking of the pool bottom signaled the loungers upstairs to the battle below. Those who had already seen the commotion had long since left the pool, taking on clothes to venture down to join the action or flee by the upper causeway outside into the balcony. It was a night to never forget, and certainly the bar would be destroyed by the end of the night. But alas, it was night. So the night calls upon him, or rather the panic button pressed underneath the bar, which alerted the chain of command to alert him. Arthur King of Britons was long gone, dead and gone, but his legacy was not lost. For his Lord Marshall now rules in his stead, waiting for a return to Camelot, and Avalon to ferry them to the utopia he sees. So the glass cracked at last, shattering into the pieces and shards upon the dance floor with its vast amount of water soaking everyone below with the cool refreshing waters and fizzling out the circuits above to kill the lights and the music which began to scratch itself repeating the lines of chorus over and over again. As the DJ franticly attempted to restore order.
Yet order would be restored by the darkness which emerged from the cascading water. A shadow, a form of a man, tall and stately, walking as one may take a stroll through a conflict zone. His shoes stepping over the glass bits and bleeding bodies beneath him, far beneath him as his umbrella tapped the floor twice as he passed by towards the bar. Dressed sharply in a black three-piece double-breasted suit, which, was still dry compared to everyone else in the bar with rightful lordly airs, approaching the bar with each show-stopping step taken. The bar gravitated towards his sudden appearance, his pallor skin, long ghostly hair and judgmental red eyes. The older vampires looked away, some trembled, while the youngers were stopped in shock and awe. This was him, the Lord of the Isles, Owner of the bar, and the Old Codger himself: Lord Bedivere. And he did not look amused at all as he struck down the barkeep with his closed black umbrella with a wicked blow to the temple.
"What a way to Welcome our guests to London." Plainly stated as the bar seemed to grow darker still, the lights dimming as darkness pooled around them, sourced from the umbrella which had smited the bartender dead where he stood. The Lord was displeased at the state of his bar, this ruinous slice of sanctum destroyed so easily and for what? Walking behind the counter now to pick up a bottle of something sealed well upon the top shelf and pouring himself a sniffer of the blood-brandywine as if ignoring the rest of the crowd which still waited for his next statement like children. Sure Solider could take this time to shoot, or the rest of the stragglers do something about it, but was it really wise to do so? Now in the ever growing darkness after all, the old blood was no fool to let his guard down even if it was to a bunch of humans and a wet dog. So they would wait, unless they wanted to die just like the bartender who summoned him here too late.
"Well, carry on then, you may continue killing each other and destroying this place, after all I have a very good insurance policy on it. However I would suggest to Solider and the rest of you that they lower their weapons and listen well." There it came at last, stern as a schoolteacher which had just reprimanded a bunch of rambunctious children at recess. Letting the message sink in, and perhaps the darkness grow even heavier as his dark suit began to meld into the shadows of the bar around him, Bedivere sipped at his incarnadine drink before continuing, "Consider our options here Sir Varomere," the Elder poured out another glass, and gestured to it for Mithias to take, and began to pour another for Rin. "Solider has sent five members into certainly start an international incident between the UK and this little group of vampire hunters and vampire-hunting vampires. Four Pawns and one Knight for this old Knight? Yet certainly I'd would be willing to wager that this little showdown here will not go without consequences, for you see, there are four natural options remaining here."
"The First, of course is that your Solider group here slays all witnesses before word gets out of an unprovoked, unsanctioned, and unlawful attack on human citizens of the UK. And of course I mean every witness. The mangy Mutt and humans included to keep your secret mission a secret from the Local Authorities." The first move explained, like a chessplayer feeding his opponent their moves and the fates that shall become of them as Bedivere calmly sipped his drink."
"The Second, would be to retreat and flee while you can, returning to Solider, and leaving us to report the attack, Solider becomes branded as a terrorist organization, and there is a high likelihood that Solider will deny such claims to preserve their false front as mere peacekeepers than hunters. Thus to cut their losses, they shall abandon you and your squad as rogue operatives, and leave you to the whims of being hunted by the rest of the world. For four pawns are expendable after all, in the grand scheme of the game."
"The third, and perhaps my personal choice, would be to join me, well at least you Sir Varomere, may join the proper side of this extraneous vampire and human conflict, and... Lady Omahasit is it? Forgive me, I only had time to briefly read over the dossier we had on file, you may also join, with or without your human meatsuit plaything. And perhaps we may continue to enjoy this fine bottle and discuss the future as old timers may, these younger vamps and their cohorts never impress me enough as company. Oh and I suppose your human companions may leave with their lives, as I am feeling rather generous tonight at the prospect of gaining two allies. I would gladly trade 3 pawns for a bishop and a knight. The dog can even join us for table scraps if he's house trained..."
"And of course the last option would be... Death. And the mongrel will make for a nice throw rug when I finish the redoing the bar." A smiled curled across his lips, devilish and wily, wit darkly glinting in those crimson merciless eyes. The darkness was ready devouring the bar to the point were it became difficult to make out the clear lines of where something began and ended, and certainly Bedivere has set his empty glass upon the counter as he began to draw his blade from his umbrella. He had finished tasting blood so far, now will Excalibur be the next to drink it?
