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Post by event.bot on May 23, 2007 19:54:48 GMT
Crazed by hunger, and anger the demon moved leaving behind a trail of death. Although it was a relatively low level, only 3000 years old, nothing really... to mortals it was deadly. Especially as it was now, crazed, in effect beserker. Blood was splattered across the scales and arms and limbs hung from the spikes on his shoulders, forearms, and a few human bodies were impaled on the curved horns.
The furious orange eyes gleamed in the darkness as his long powerful tail smashed into a nearby building, causing damage, severe damage.
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Integra Hellsing
New Member
If one's noble, then one can't go around sucking other people's blood.
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Post by Integra Hellsing on Jun 2, 2007 2:36:22 GMT
Integra gently set the phone back down from her seat, and took another breath from the cigar. This wasn’t going to be pretty; subtlety had already gone out the window. She just needed it to be done quick, before it killed anyone else. The person for the job came to mind almost instantly, and she took a good puff from her cigar just before picking up the phone again. “Send Miss Jones up here immediately, and that demon of hers if necessary.”
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Natasha Jones
Junior Member
I may be just a little girl, but I'm armed and dangerous
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Post by Natasha Jones on Jun 2, 2007 5:00:48 GMT
Nats recieved her orders, though right now Scarair was still dozing, she knew she could keep a half eye on him and so she headed up to Integras office knocking before entering. Yes there were no doubt some slight nerves but they were always there. If there was a chance she was going to be risking life then she knew no doubt she would get nervous, she just knew how to deal with those nerves, by simply focusing. She still wasn't sure how to address Integra, still being relatively new - though no doubts she would pick things up fast, something you learnt very quickly when demon hunting, pick up any scrap of information on how to behave in certain situations, how to address a fellow hunter or another human to either pass on information or to warn them to get some distance. She inclined her head slightly to show her respect, all that mental process passing through her mind in seconds.
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