[IC] A Mansion in the Woods (Supernatural Mansion RP)

[darkandstar]

The second the fire came out, so was Blink's blade. He didn't act else wise however, just having it ready for the rest of the conversation.

[MikkishtheLeprechaun]

Expecting to see exactly what he came for, Mikkish stormed out into the hall until he saw a tall, grinning butler with a twirling moustache.

Aside from that, however, he noticed the squirming of the butler's shadow, even while his body remained still.

"Alright, lets get this over with." Mikkish said, almost relieved to see this man who he hated.

"I had a feeling you would come for a fight despite the efforts of Marlene and Sam. Lets hope you do better this timd, Mikkish." Gabriel said, waiting for Mikkish to attack.

"This is the end, Schadenfreude." Mikkish said, as he speed dashed to Gabriel and threw fists and a few kicks with impossible force, but his attacks were met with blocks, counters, and strikes of equal strength and speed from Gabriel. It was like watching dbz, and from an average mans eye their movements were impossible to keep up with.

[darkandstar]

Blink watched, and then a thought came to his mind. He sheathed his blade, and then held his hand out in a fist, except his index, middle, and ring fingers were splayed enough that there were two spaces between the three. Simultaneously, his left hand reached into his jacket, and no sooner did it do so, did two throwing knives appear in the spaces, his fingers pinching them. He took a few steps back to give him more time if either retaliated, winding his arm to his chest, and then flicking it out again.

As he'd done before, the knives teleported to an instant away from striking their targets. He aimed for non-threatening yet disabling locations. The back of the butler's knee, the front of Mikkish's shoulder. Of course, there was no telling how far they'd move before the knives should have impacted, even with his ability to teleport them absurdly close to hitting.

[MikkishtheLeprechaun]

Cleanly, a knife stabbed into Schadenfreude's leg, right behind his knee. Yet he seemed completely unphazed. He continued his skirmish with Mikkish as if nothing had hit him. And he fought with a calm, amused expression, as if it were a grown man or older kid "fighting" an angry kid, but knowing full well they could easily destroy the kid.

Mikkish seemed mostly the same, but his boxer like fighting style involved constant movement, so the knife missed the meat of the shoulder but managed to stick into the skin behind his shoulder and out the other side, like a masochistic piercing. He cringed, but didn't let Schadenfreude an easy shot, continuing to block, weave, and punch.

Schadenfreude, however, quickly bored of the fight.

Mikkish suddenly began coughing, as a horrible sickness came to his stomach, worse than any hangover he had ever experienced. Schadenfreude too stopped attacking and stepped back, to allow his spell to run its course.

Then the nausea worsened, and vertigo set in. The room just wouldn't stop moving, until everything was a blur and Mikkish collapsed, passed out on the ground.

Schadenfreude grinned, and for all in the room to clearly see, his appearance completely changed. His body morphed to that of a shorter, slimmer man, but remained the appearance of athleticism. His hair changed color, strand by strand, seeming to go white but ending up simply very light blonde. He blinked once, and his eye turned green, and the moustache vanished.

"So..." He said to everyone else on scene, as a maid went on dusting as if nothing was happening "I am sure you all have a few questions."