The fire curled around Dredge as he was launched through the air, a flash of greys and blacks and reds in a pillow of thirsty flames that licked at his boots and curled round his hair. He plummetted to the soft dirt below and rolled haphazardly, his feathered cloak still flaring, tumbling dangerously close to some thorny foliage.

His silver-blue eyes stared emptily up to the night sky above, to the shattered moon, and for a moment he was still as the grave.

And then, with no sign given, he jumped to his feet using only sheer force to right him. He turned with frenzy in his heart and ran straight back for the portal, as the plume of smoke and fire collapsed in on itself and denied him entrance to his homeland.
Dredge cursed. Loudly. And with gusto.

Viggo cascaded down a hill once he hit the ground. Hitting tree after bush after rock he was not going to be to pleased with the world upon his arrival at wherever that might be. Wanting to be rid of this stupid fall he slammed his heels into the ground the second his tossing and turning brought his legs down beneath him. As he began to slow he then drove his hands into the ground next to him creating tear marks in the earth. As his decent ended he halted everything for a minute. He realized he was in unfamiliar lands as of this point. To quicken the result of his senses bringing back the surroundings to his blind eyes he made high pitched clicking noises to activate his sonar. All he could realize was that his home is now long gone and he needed to find other Vampires to figure out what had happened.

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Dredge crouched over the body of a dead witch, sniffing the air. Yes, this one was gone from this world. Well, he wondered, no harm in having a bite to eat. he was famished-

A high pitched clicking noise. He snapped his neck around, perhaps expecting to see a demon, but his gaze fell upon the form of a man who had just landed.

Dredge nodded in approval. The groves beneath this man's fingers denoted strength. He at least had survived the journey.

Dredge tossed the dead witch over his shoulder and meandered his way over to the other man.

He cricked his neck. "What manner of supernatural are you?" Dredge demanded.

Viggo whipped his head toward the question. As he stood he was using his dazed senses to analyze this stranger. Something is weighing him down on his shoulder which could be an advantage if this goes south he thought as he struggled to take in his surroundings. "I am a vampire," Viggo answered frankly ,"if this is going to be an issue I have no problem standing my ground." He hoped to sound convincing while his senses were all still coming back little by little.

With it's single dying moment, the portal sputtered and threw out a gleaming dagger which rotated fiercely before striking a tree about 7 feet up, embedding itself almost half the length of its blade.

It lit up with its inner fire and began leaking vast amounts of ash and embers. Not before long a billowing cloud had formed, which moved where it pleased and ignored the winds. It formed a humanoid and began swirling more and more intensely, before flashing up in a moment of flame revealing an armoured figure standing at attention holding his blade in front of him like a statue.

Not far off, he turned his head towards the two present in turn. Saying nothing.
Ash and embers kept swirling around the knight, the dagger went dark again.

Sniffing the air Viggo began to tense up. This world may seem desolate, however a new burning scent has enticed my senses he thought to himself after turning toward the general direction of the figure. Using sounds around him to get a better look at the figure he could manage to analyze a being in a full suit of armor. "Well stranger," Viggo whispered to the being questioning him earlier ,"We seem to have another to potentially deal with."

Dredge relaxed his tense stance slightly, tilting his head to the side like a curious wild beast. "No problem, kindred one." said Dredge as the man stated his race, "we are brothers, you and I."

A dagger whizzed past Dredge's head and his face distorted into a visage of rage as he smelt the fire, and ember, and death.

"We now have problem."

In a flurry of worn furs and glittering teeth Dredge was charging at the demon in an instant, eyes wild with bloodlust.

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As the frenzied vampire charged the now fully formed steel clad warrior, the holes in it's visor flared up with hellfire

-"I awaken." It manages to say with a strangely echoing voice before realising the imminent danger.
With a well timed movement of its right foot, it lets the initial strike of the bloodcrazed Dredge pass by him. A long telegraphed charge, easy to avoid. The question was if the maniacal beast of a man would be so obvious up close?

-"You cannot harm me." The deamon spoke once more, expecting some sort of answer. He hadn't even noticed Viggo.

Viggo ,witnessing the knight like figure side stepping his fellow Vampire, squared up in it's direction. That was a keen eye he must have to avoid the attack, this may not be any normal fighter he thought to himself as he raced with ideas. Viggo knew he couldn't let his kin fight alone but he was curious of the being's audacious claim of not being able to be harmed. As he ran up to the two he said to the creature ,"That is a bold statement claiming my kin here couldn't harm you." Viggo's nose perked up as he smelled the ash and flame that this stranger's body seemed to reek of. "You smell as though hell itself spit you out. What manner of creature are you?"

The knight was properly made aware of the second one as it addressed it.

-"Deamon..." it proclaimed before being assaulted by Dredge in a violent flurry of attacks.
Its eyeless face focused on the fast beast it was locked in combat with.

"Daemon!" spat Dredge, "you're the reason why this all happened!" he crouched low and rammed towards the beast a second time, mouth frothing. "I'll be the judge of that!" he growled, clearly not believing in his arrogance this creature could not be hurt by the likes of Dredge.

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Viggo didn't want to stand in his new found vampire allies way. Normally he would put himself in front of an ally to take the blows but battle to him was about honor. The last thing he needed to do was insult another of his kin's honor. "Well Daemon, you better watch your step. If you don't it will be a swift end given to you from him. However, if he wavers in the slightest I will tear your head from your body."

-"... bound by blood..." It continued after Viggo's words and Dredges outburst.
Making a similar sidestep with its left leg, Dredge's ram was mostly avoided. But the knight had misinterpreted the ferocity and soon was in a struggle to dodge the numerous clawed swipes of his assailant.

-"...bound to serve..." With that the deamon had to hold his blade in only its right hand to keep his balance while leaning and dodging out of the repeated strikes and flails.

-"... no honour, no dignity..." Suddenly the knight stopped avoiding the attacks, and grabbed hold of Dredge's right wrist before it was to claw the knights helm. Dredge however snarled and spat just an inch from the 'face' of the knight, fangs dripping with saliva, with a swift motion he clawed the right shoulder of the knight.
The claws screeching across the deamonic steel, making an abhorrent sound of tortured souls, barely scratching the surface. It was here Dredge noticed the knight was as hot as an iron held in the fire and his wrist was singed by the heat.

-"...empty, like this suit of armour." With that the knight tossed Dredge in front of him, reassuming the classic statue pose with its sword downwards in front of it.

Dredge fell backwards, hand fizzing at the heat. He watched the gloopy flesh slowly reform, but the hunger grew in him as it did so.

He didn't realise how hungry he was today. At least, it seemed, he had snapped out of his bloodlust.

But the hate in his eyes was still there.

"Blasted creature. You and your kin have destroyed more worlds then there are stars in the sky." He stood, walking right up to the creature, their faces inches apart. "This world itself was deadened by your lot. You'll find no kindness in this realm or the next, beast."

He slinked away to Viggo. If he was embaressed by his loss, it didn't show on his face - but the brooding need for revenge was clear in his eyes. "What say you, brother? What do we do with this monster?"

Viggo glared at the knight and responded to Dredge, "We need to flee. You need to feast upon that corpse you found earlier." That is when some words the knight said started not making sense to him. Empty like this suit of armor? Thinking to himself it might be code for something deep he still wanted to ask. "Firstly, if you want to continue this fight you will have me to deal with." Viggo said sternly to the Daemon, "Secondly, I can't help but notice the strange statement you made Daemon. That your armor was empty? What sort of madness is that?"

-"Blind... but perceptive nevertheless..." It was impossible, but the general feeling the knight was giving off here was a smirk.

-"I could, but cannot fight you. I want to, but will not harm you." Was the answer to Viggo's question.

-"My true form was lost in the binding, now i am stuck in this small and pathetic... empty... form. I used to have wings, horns and a tail. Now i am stuck in this suit... which isn't even as imposing as the one i had in the nether realm." It looked at the palm of his left hand while saying this, finishing off with a slight shake of the head.

-"Where is the deamonologist?" The knight yelled out. It doubted any of these two was its summoner, one being a vampire and the other being blind.

He was struck back in awe. Some kind of binding magic had been performed on him? I do not have good will toward Daemons normally. However, to be bound to a form such as this must be worse then hell itself."We do not know this Deamonologist you speak of," Responding to this angered questioned, "We were thrown into the world just like you were. Without a clue as to what caused this? At least I don't understand it."
Viggo then looked to Dredge, "My kin as much love as either of us would attain by dispatching this Deamon I feel as though his original statement of us not being able to harm him might be true. In this form he is bound to have few weaknesses."

The knight actually took his right hand to his chin, puzzled by the lack of its summoner.
Then it became clear.

-"Hahahaha... HA HA HAA!" The deamon laughed a terrible laugh, it had figured out the situation. It was a laugh of irony.

Viggo twitched quick and threw one his legs back to give him better footing. "We are in a mysterious location of this land, we almost went blow for blow and you find time to make light of the situation? I admire your gumption but what gives you such confidence to laugh?" Asking the Daemon fully prepared for whatever this Daemon was going to throw at him. He may not hold a candle to it for this enemy is not like one he had faced before.