The Vampyre's pale features carved a smirk whilst taking a step forward to examine him closely "And who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?" demanded Thyra smoking away happily and content with herself she dropped down the cinnamon cigarette to his feet exhaling. "Mh, besides everyone has their own poison" she briefly added.

Vincent: *he nodded and took note of her ruby eyes, raising his left hand he removed a stray strand of hair from about his face* Like to smoke or just like to fit in, doll? *he took out a small glass bottle, its sides green in color, popping off the top he brings the rim to his lips and downs the contents, grunting slightly as a burning slowly moved donw his chest and his body heat gradualy rose* This, is way better than that smoke stick you got there. And its been around a hell of a lot longer too.

Thyra deeply inhaled as the cigarette ember burnt smoothly and ash scattered "I can watch my own back. Done well so far haven't I?" smokey exhale trailed off as she gestured to the surroundings. Ruby eyes crept around as the Vampyre faced him.

Vincent: Depends on who's askin'. A doll like yourself doesn't look like the type to pick a fight. You should watch yourself. *he released himself from the wall, only his fingertips and the soles of his ankels held him in place on the wall before he dropped down landing with a silent thud, he stepped forth to her, his firece eyes watching her for any hostile movement, as his 6th sesne told him she was more than she seemed*

The city of Cimmerian had calmed slightly its aestheticy restored, still harvested havoc within shadowy streets its essence rather appealing to the dark kind. Caught between a web of thoughts the curious Vampyre couldn't help but to notice a solitary stranger on her track. Thyra took a hesitant hault, cigarette still perched between cold lips she peered over her shoulder hoping to catch a quick glimpse. "Looking for trouble?" she asked quite frankly.

Vincent: *in a sudden flash of white hot light, Vincent had all but sliced the golems into metal salami slices, levaing there remains to be melted down once the athorities came. As he retracted his claws back into his forearm he left the ally, the woman nowhere in sight but his high sense of smell told him that she didn't stick around once he came to her aid. He also smelled the faint scent of cinnimon and a particular female nearby. An intreseting combo perhaps, wasting no time he leaped up onto a nearby rooftop and made his way to the sorce of the scent, perching on a wall just behind the female as he took in her appearence*

Amidst the moonlit chaos Thyra withdrew her shadowy minions grimly they flowed along pavements vanishing into their dark paradise. Ebony hair swept over as she took a cigarette from behind her ear "Play time is over" so the Vampyre thought, sparking up a cinnamon cigarette its spice burnt with an alluring smell was she casually walked by.

Vincent: *in a nearby alley a golem stalks a helpless woman and child, forcing the lady to drag her child deeper into the ally, which luckily for her has an exit, as she reaches it and runs out onto the sidewalk a male standing 5ft suddenly blocks the path of the golems to the woman, jumping down from above he wore a black bikers jacket and tight yet loose fitting jeans, his blood red hair hung loosely about his face which held a handsome yet fierce eyes of matching color to his hair. Raising his left hand and curling his fingers into a fist he makes his stand against the rampaging golems, 3 foot long metal claws suddenly jut from between his knuckles, void of blood and glistening in light of the moon, the man spoke finally in a deep hardened tone* End of the line.

most of the formed golems have escaped from their grasp in destroying them. one after the other, the golems began to weaken their strengths by dividing themselves into smaller, but swifter forms. now in groups of three vending machine-sized golems, they attacked the rest of the city.

"...Hell is that..?" Geddon raised a confused right brow as he watched the large stone beings take form. He'd read about these things. Beings of magic, of which mana was clearlly present, blatantly fueling them.

Geddon dashed to his right, watching as a large stone fist struck uselessly against the area that he was previously standing. So slow. Quickly, as he saw, the golem attempted to strike out at the shadow being that came to aid him. Distractions, good, good.

Geddon began to focus, his eyes half closing and his brow creased pensively. "All your mana... Your magical energy... Is at my beck and call... Submit!" Geddon roared fiercely, the edge of power evident in his voice, almost embodying such. At his call, the golem fell, the mana extracted from the stone. Magic was indeed at his command. Unfortunately, not being his own mana, the energy began to move back towards the stone, attempting to carry out their charge. Having to control so much mana at once, crafted with such skill, Geddon was helpless to finish off the vulnerable, manaless giants.

"Catch You later" Thyra grumbled as she watched Cass take his leave. Crimson eyes then focused on the destruction around her, right foot followed first as she dashed forward pushing innocent people afar from the golems fury. Halting before two golems their shadows began to conjure, arising from the voids a blackened sea of shadows and shapes crushed down with brutal force, crumbling away and vanished. The Vampyre's arms weakened slightly from the intense meditation, more shadowy figures formed protecting people from the golems outrage she remained oblivious within the scattering crowd. A single warrior such as herself could not out take the majority and save the citizens.

The Angel smelled the crow from afar knowing that the one he truly seeks has arrived. Cassiel looked at thyra and smiles removing his hat. "I have no intention of fighting you thyra..." a ball of fire fused with rock was summoned on his hand as Cassiel gazed at the crow with an vengful expression on his face. with a loud voice, the angel speaks to the crow. "I SEEK VENGANCE!!! AWAKEN MY GOLEMS!!! TAKE MY VENGENCE AND BRING THIS CITY TO THEIR GRAVES!!!" Cassiel throws the fireball at the crow to destroy it as a sign of leaving a message. golems were animated by the power of the angels Sword "The White Claymore" the swords power and Cassiel earth element gave life to the cars of the streets, forming into robotic humanoid creatures with the same size as the mighty Cyclops. block after block the golems were awakened by the blades true power as they began to bring havoc into the city. the golem smashed the homes and crushed innocent victims one after the other. The angel laughed with the destruction caused by his hand as he gazed at thyra one last look before escaping with a blink of an eye. (ooc: Autokill the golems... they will spread if only one warrior is trying to destroy them all.)

*overhead of the qaurreling two a winged creature passes by, its appearence was that of an ordinary crow, however it gave off a dark energy that slowly causes cannibalistic hunger to rise within those beneth its wings, a bearly visible purple mist fell from the bird as it swooped over head, the mist would cause the hunger to grow stronger until it could not be satisfied. After circling above the two, the crow began to move on and continue its rounds*

The male known as Geddon Monemultinous wandered the streets slowly, casually, steel-toed footfalls echoing casually upon the earth. "Now then, where was I..." The footfalls slowed, becoming nonexistant as he halted his pace. Geddon's eyes were affixed upon one thing: A map. This particulare map allowed him to navigate the area, bought from an old man in a small shop, on the way to the area he now found himself in.

"Ah, right, I..." Geddon began to move again, slowly and quietly, his nose buried into the map. Several times, Geddon found, he almost tripped over a bench, or walked into a tree. If not for his inherant abilities, it would have become a bit of a setback. Geddon pressed forward, looking up every so often to collect his bearings. Geddon sniffed, intently, picking up the smell of food. Given the quality of foods he had to eat in his long journey, Geddon figured he needed to raise the bar a bit.

Moving forward, the map now tucked away, Geddon came upon the site from which the smell of food came from...as well as the spot of which a fight was obviously going to break out. Perfect. Just perfect. It seemed that this just may have just been a conflict between lovers, at first glance, but this seemed to not be the case. Given Geddon's ideals towards such, he decided to simply not get involved, walking forward in order to head for the source of such a delicious smell.

The unsettling silence quickly abandoned away it flowed with echoing screeches from the creatures of the night scuttling backwards. Thyra's hand tightly grasp her sheathed sword beside her, eyes burnt with a different flame "Who said Vampyres don't drink blood? The blood of innocents may not tickles my fancy, but my foes... Oh how I love to feast after battle. Tell me Cass are you friend or foe?" she questioned him as fangs retracted and lips curled into a grin. Through out time the Vampyre had been misunderstood it was never certain of her good or evil intentions, appearance can be deceiving.

"Since the beginning of this worlds creation.. I have gazed it conceal into the shadows... it disgusts me to see these petty beast roam freely..... and yet again I see one before me.." The angel Grinned evily at the vampyre as his eyes forced her to gaze them. full of rage, vengence, and amusement for killing, the angels expression was surpressed with an angelic smile. the shadow below him revealed his feathered wings. "How can I kill you thyra? its a shame that you didnt drink blood... your death could have been swift and painful..." Cassiel said to mock her desires for blood. The Angels stance appeared different as if he was already prepared to defend himself and attack with fury.

As the aura reached the Vampyre it rendeds her to freeze in her footsteps, something didn't feel quite right yet overwealming. It felt as if her breath was literally taken away, her shadow grimly crept left as if it was alive. "Uh.. I beg you pardon?!" she demanded a quick explanation.

The Angel thought for a moment, and with a grinning smile he responded. "definitely... my hunts are all enjoyable..... I love how the creatures look when they die.... I can see their fear..." the angel revealed his eyes to thyra, as his smile became more angelic releasing his aura to choke the dark energies surrounding him. "as long as I live.... the creatures of the night shall perish before I can even step foot to say hello..."

As church bells rang angelically the Vampyre paused to listen to its enchanting sound capturing its moment and energies. "Ah... The Order is indeed important to me. I am been hunted as we speak but one cannot simply hide away forever." her pale features carved a grin as she glanced past the crowd looking for a accommodation for the night "Once you've had the taste of blood, you just more..." sarcastically she joked. "What about you Mr. Zantos, do you enjoy hunting as work or pleasure?" Thyra enjoyed talking about legends and battles, how it captured her imagination and reality.

"I'm a hunter.. I hunt animals for game and earn some money from their pelts.." he said feeling her grief. "was the order important to you?" the angel asked curiously. he put away his flask as the cold air blew across the two individuals.more humans and vampires began to roam the streets for it is midnight hour. Church bells began to sound as the sounds of rabbling of the people began to increase in numbers.

"I wouldn't really call myself a marksman, more of an black sheep" Thyra's voice expressed some grief, she struggled to find an reason which was simply not there, maybe she wanted to forget. The Vampyres crimson eyes casted a gaze to Cass as he drank from his flask "You look like hunter, what do you hunt?" she asked ever so curiously. The stench of vampire and human blood soaked within his presence.

"Where I came from is.... very much destroyed at the moment... im all that is left.." Cassiel said looking down at the ground. "I had to survive the wilderness for a long period of time.... I could have sworn I have seen you in Arelith... I didnt spend much there... I had no purpose to become an assasin.. are you a marksmen?" he said revealing most of his animal hunting gear for game as he pulled out a flask made of pure silver designed in enochian drawing, as he drank wine from the lusterous container.

"Perhaps I could escort you until we find a suitable accommodation. The streets are more dangerous than ever... I wonder" Thyra spoke humbly taking a step forward into a slow walking pace. The darkened cobble roads illuminated a silky silver, guardian moon watched them both and all whom charmed by its mystique searching for a wolf to claim. "You may have seem me in The Order of Shadows though I do travel alot... where do you hail from?" she diverted not wanting to give too much information away, not yet.

"well at least you can accompany me? im looking for a place to stay... I came here by foot and was attacked by a band of theives..." The angel said explaining his acts of being cold. his body reeked both human and vampire blood from the last bsttle with the raiders. cassiel looked at her strangly again, he wondered to himself why this women became a somewhat slight of interest.to him. "I dont know how.. but I could have known to have seen you from somewhere..." he said wondering what she is. he felt her cold body from afar, signifying that shes no ordinary women. again he maintained cover from revealing himself.

Passers by seemed oblivious about the two, predators hunted and sangurine flowed with the cold frosty air. Thyra looked closely at the man presented before her studying his body language, and attire, she wasn't too sure about him, curious perhaps. The Vampyre arised "Cass... Hmmm... Nice name" cold rosey lips curled into hollow laughter from his last request, stepping back shaking off tense muscles in sway "Ha-ha... I'm afraid you have the wrong person. I too am a stranger to these parts..." an eye brow raised waiting for an answer, was she telling the truth? It did not matter...