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The Soil of a Man's Heart (Edrik Pedrone Vs. Shashous-Throth)

@Doc Doctor Let the games begin!

The Soil of a Man's Heart (Edrik Pedrone Vs. Shashous-Throth)

Closer and closer Edrik came to where the sound emanated from. He steeled himself, taking the final step around a corner raising his gun, his eyes falling on the indistinct shape of some hunched creature. Edrik didn’t need light to know what was going on, it was feeding, gorging itself on the remains of something. The smell assaulted his nostrils and they flared in distaste, yet, the Wizard did not recoil from the horrendous sight.

Was this some sort of Ghoul or deformed Black Court Vampire? He couldn’t say for sure. What he did know was that it wasn’t natural, and to him it was an evil that needed to be destroyed and if killed perhaps studied. Clenching his teeth together he focused his will, determination evident in the stiffness of his jaw and set of his eyebrows. He would not run from this fight despite the horror the creature represented.

Six shots. That’s what the revolver in his right hand had. It was hard to tell in the dark but Edrik guessed he was somewhere between twenty and twenty five feet away from the creature. It wasn’t the best lighting for shooting, but Edrik figured it was close enough to risk. With his hand already raised he squeezed the trigger twice in rapid succession, both bullets’ were aimed for center mass, dead center of the form. The second shoot would be slightly higher and to the left of the first, though that wasn’t intentional, Edrik simply wasn’t an expert marksmen.

The flash of the gun briefly lit the area as the weapon barked, the sound deafening and surprising Edrik slightly. It had been a little while since he had fired the weapon and he forget how powerful its kick was.

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The clattering of weapons drew D’Angelo from his thoughts, dark eyes watched as an Oldman laden with a plethora of weapons on his person on a map in his hands navigated the dying streets of the city.
When the Oldman rounded the corner and addressed D’Angelo concern briefly touched his features. He knew the magic of his cloak and stillness with which he stood in the depths of the shadows should have made him difficult to detect. Yet, the old man stood purposefully before him.

Looking down the length of his nose at Ross, D’Angelo gave a grunt and smiled faintly. “You look a little old to be the Brighton boy.” He remarked as he continued to study the old man. D’Angelo’s own cloak was around him, concealing his arms and hands, which rested on the belt pouch he wore at his waist. This could always be a set-up he told himself.

“Move along old timer. This is not your fight.” He said simply, leaning off the wall as if ready to go..

The Soil of a Man's Heart (Edrik Pedrone Vs. Shashous-Throth)

Something was off, a wrongness saturated the grave-yard. Edrik was no stranger to things that went bump in the night and had a fair share of run-ins with supernatural creatures. He had faced what his people called Black Court Vampires dozens of times, he knew they favored places like this. Could one be out there right now?

The only answer to his question and demand was the strange crunching and smacking sound, like something wet on gravel. One didn’t make it long as a Wizard without taking certain precautions and so Edrik reached into his coat pocket with his left hand and withdrew out his .38. There was a chance that whatever was out there wasn’t an animal, but it could also be a thrall and he wouldn’t attack with his magic until he knew for sure.

Slowly Edrik walked toward the direction of the sound, though he stepped sideways to his right in an arch. The last thing he needed to do was suddenly round a corner and get shot or worse.

The Soil of a Man's Heart (Edrik Pedrone Vs. Shashous-Throth)

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The silence had been absolute, the sort of silence one might expect where the dead rest. It was in this silence, with his head bowed in respect that Edrik heard something. It was a foreign sound, displaced from a grave-yard. Edrik’s head snapped up and in the direction of the sound, to a crypt on the right.

Those green eyes narrowed as he focused his attention solely in that area. It could be anything he told himself, and he was hesitant to call forth magic simply because he had been caught unaware by something. Taking his cane in his right hand he pulled back the sleeve jacket on his left hand so that a leather bracer was visible, though barely in this darkness.

“Hello?” He called out in a casual conversational voice. There was no need to let anyone know he had been startled and caught unaware. “Show yourself.” He demanded, eyes scanning the darkness for any signs of movement. It was likely a raccoon or some other animal he thought, scavenging around. Yet…

The hairs on the back of his neck rose as he took a step closer to the crypt, something didn’t feel right.

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@LeeRoy Interesting character.

I'll give it a go.

The Soil of a Man's Heart (Edrik Pedrone Vs. Shashous-Throth)

I never look at it from a point of winning or losing. It's simply how much fun can I have before I think the RP's dragged on.

The Soil of a Man's Heart (Edrik Pedrone Vs. Shashous-Throth)

@Doc Doctor Posted. Let me know what you think.

Don't know how long this fight will go, but I'll be sure to pull off some creative stuff before Edrik gets eaten...