And so it begins! As the dark haired, horned individual made it closer to his pact mate, he too shifted form. No longer were the closely related in hair color or clothing, but almost opposites from one another. While Jaeger remained in a fine black suit, slick raven hair, and cyan eyes; Lestat was now a white haired, grey skinned being. His eyes radiated with pure red bloodlust, or so one could describe. However, that wouldn’t be the most shocking or drastic change. His partner now donned a very old fashion sense. No longer a suit but a fancy, aristocratic, victorian style garb, how un usual it was.
A hand from this monster extended out for a handshake, a proper greeting was in order for the two gentleman. So polite this one is, could even make the manliness of Jaeger swoon with excitement. The horned one grasped the gray figures hand and gave it a firm shake.
“Ras.”
It was time to begin the chaos, no time for other formalities unfortunately. Lestat took the first action, a weird aura of what he could only describe as blood swirled around the man before it rapidly expanded. It was seem the civilians of this port town were about to have it rough. Not only was his own cursed lineage was slowly infecting them all, this guy was causing them to vomit and panic. Disgusting, really. The smell alone would likely cause them all to throw the rest of their stomachs up. Jaeger would follow his partner out so he could get some fresh air. Some of the people outside had the same affliction, only the ones closest to the bar seemed to be affected.
“That was disgusting, ya know. That a fetish of yours?”
Yes, wither away. Now some of the side-effects of being the Sinful Horseman could be physically shown. As people were busy being nauseous and vomiting, their skin has start to shown signs of rotting away. Their skins was slowly gaining dark sores, their live essence, their living tissue, was withering into nonexistence. Then, they were starting to have hallucinations, seeing things that wasn’t there. Their panic would only get worse before they die.
Shortly after all the screams and hollers, units of the Rune Knights began to take formation around them. A grand total of 8 men and women have taken up arms against them, half are knights and other are mages, none of them look important enough to be their target.
“None of you are who we’re are looking for. Unimportant fodder shouldn’t get in the way.”
Ras said and drew his revolver, a wicked looking poison weapon. It was spiked around the barrel, giving the inner works a bit of cover. He took aim at 3 enemies that were in the middle, 2 knights and a mage. Just being this close almost guaranteed a hit by his curses and his shots. With a smirk, he took three shots. Green streak zipped out, firing towards the targets. One, Two, Three hits to their chests of Poisoned Soul shots. Soon enough, they fell over in pain as both the wither and poison weaved their way through the body. They writhed in pain as everything hit them at once, mentally, they were having a real trip while physically they are just being attacked at every turn. Unfortunately, at some point, the two will have to break off to find the Major, preferably by sneak attacking him as the Augurs said, while he’d gladly try and prove them wrong, however, he’d rather not take all day trying to kill one knight.
Enemy HealthKnight 1: 40/60HP [-20HP Lineage]
Knight 2: 40/60HP [-20HP Lineage]
Knight 3: 16/60HP [-20HP Lineage. -24 Revolver DMG.]
Knight 4: 16/60HP [-20HP Lineage. -24 Revolver DMG.]
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Mage 1: 16/60HP [-20HP Lineage. -24 Revolver DMG.]
Mage 2: 40/60HP [-20HP Lineage]
Mage 3: 40/60HP [-20HP Lineage]
Mage 4: 40/60HP [-20HP Lineage]
85%.
85%.
3/6 Shots Remaining.
200/200 HP.
1,475/3,750 Words.