Dog fight over the Thames

[Dauru Nemagosta]

Dauru had sensed fallen angels, in a part of what he classed as his territory. Swiftly, without bothering with his weapons he left, telling no one where he was heading, taking off as soon as he reached outside, heading on his own set mission. He'd deal with the consequences later.

He gained height rapidly his dark clothing and wings blending him in with the surrounding night sky as he moved following his own inbuilt instincts, every so often giving a deep growl, altering his course slightly.

[Walter C. Dornez]

Walter was in the middle of preforming the routine check ups of the manor, when he was suddenly informed that Dauru had left toward London and that six unidentified flying targets had been spotted in the vicinity of the Tower Bridge.

It isn't hard to guess what these flying targets were and what Dauru was up to. Although the targets had to be dealt with... Dauru was known to be dangerous to his surroundings when enraged... And him leaving on his own could only mean that. Walter contacted Cleaning crews to be sent into the scene accompanied by some boats to scoop up the remains of any targets, or Dauru. He also orderd the Bridge to be closed off. Though these were small worries compared to the amount of press control he had to preform after the operation... But that was a later issue.

Lastly he tried if Dauru would at least have his communication device with him. If not, then things could get difficult...

[Dauru Nemagosta]

Dauru did have his communication device on him, though knowing he was in for an ear bending when he got back he'd been tempted to leave that behind. He soon spotted the targets, his upper lip curling up into a snarl as he noticed they'd not seen him. He moved rapidly from his more leisurely pace into a full out attack pace as he removed the leather gloves he normally wore, revealling his sharp talon like finger nails. HE gained more height before dive bombing down straight through the center of the group, which immediatly set off chase. He gave a grin to himself as he furled his wings totally back plummeting down towards the river thames before swooping back up again, flipping onto his back mid air and lashing out sharply his sharp talons ripping across a targets face, blinding him. He didn't waste any time finishing him off, taking a firm grip on the wings and simply hurling him into the bridge itself.

His blood boiled with the thrill of a fight as he turned on wing tip to face the next brutes that came at him, his eyes a pure blood red.

[Walter C. Dornez]

Chaos.

Walter new that Dauru had the potential to be VERY dangerous, but as this current fight was at a public place things had a chance to turn really ugly. He shouted orders to the other staff, roadblocks were currently being raised, and (for once) the cleaning crew had arrived on time, secured the target Dauru had already disposed of and had boats under the bridge itself ready to retrieve any fallen targets.

Walter took the comm-link that connected him to Dauru. Although He new full-well that Dauru was most likely too battle crazed to hear, or understand any of his orders. But all the same he ordered Dauru to try and take the fight higher up, so that they would be harder to see. "And please! Avoid civilian casualtis!"

[Dauru Nemagosta]

Whether by own design or he'd heard Walters orders to take the fight higher up Dauru swooped up sharply but not in his usual fly high style, he took the more dangerous route eg diving down first to lose them off his tail before sharply turning on wingtip and swooping up, the others following him. Swiftly Dauru turned back on them diving down ripping and slashing before once more swooping up giving another growl. This was him provoking them, winding them up aggrevaiting them. Once more he dived down among them attacking another one, ignoring the stinging pain as claws raked across his face, feeling a set of claws snagging into his wings and pulling off one of his favourite feints, furling his wings back and allowing himself to free fall.

Suddenly he flipped back onto his back swooping up and in the middle, now dealing death. He saw one try to flea and immediatly he flew after it pouncing on it mid air, his talons ripping through the wing muscles as he landed on its back before he ripped its throat out turning again. He was totally crazy, and would remain as such until the threat to his territory had been wiped out

[Walter C. Dornez]

What he could make out of the voices in his comm-link, Dauru was not giving any quarter to them and wasn't receiving any either. But there was nothing he could do to help him, as ordering snipers to shoot would risk him being hit.

He was receiving a report from the cleaning crew on the target that Dauru had slammed into the bridge. It didn't match any previously recorded type of fallen angel... This was unexpected, and Walter hastily informed Dauru that there might be more to these targets than your avarage fallen angel.

[Dauru Nemagosta]

Dauru shrugged slightly giving an almost amused sounding growl. They were still fallen angels and they were in his territory that was all that he cared about. Swiftly he backwinged giving a taunting grin at one of those who'd tried to attack him, backwinging once more at a second attack giving a growl that sounded like a laugh at the pitiful attempts. At the third attack Dauru just dived down and flipped onto his back bringing his clawed hand up and ripping his opponent open before moving above again, flipping onto his front and wrenching the wings right back revelling in the scream of pain.

[Walter C. Dornez]

The clean up boats in the river were reporting at least three more dead floating in the river. It seems Dauru wouldn't dissapoint. And the situation seemed to be getting into control.

But Dauru was still a problem... Even if he would kill all of the targets he might do unpredictable things. Walter shrugged the thought off from his mind. Dauru was loyal to them he wouldn't do anything to their own men. His last order for the cleaning crew was to searc the immediate area around the Bridgem and river and report anything suspicious.

[Dauru Nemagosta]

Dauru turned to the last two, as he'd finished another off as that tried to run, and gave a slow grin before he attacked them both at once, getting a few deep scratches, one dangerous close to his wing muscles but after checking his wings still worked he paid it as little heed as he did the rest of the scratches just attacking, pulling off a rapid dive, his wings fully folded back. The other two followed him and one couldn't level out fast enough splashing into the water, his wings rapidly dragging him down along with the weight of the clothing. Dauru led the other on a deadly course through the supports of tower bridge before swooping up high in the sky again hovering with a growl. The two moved and collided at the same instant, grappling with each other for dominance, biting, clawing and wrestling.

[Walter C. Dornez]

The situation was already almost over... Only one target remained according to the crew on the scene. It seemed that Dauru had lost his communication device or that it was broken... Clean up crews searching the perimiter had reported detaining three people who had been filming the scene. Walter ordered the film destroyed immediately and the people detained for questioning. He didn't want another media leakage, like that off the snuff videos.

[Dauru Nemagosta]

Dauru growled as the fight was ferocious. He could feel the strength of his opponent as they seperated for a few split seconds, circling once more before attacking, Dauru getting a lovely gash over one side of his face and ignoring it totally as he slashed out with his own claws.

The fight was brutal and bloody, and there would be only one victor. As his opponent, and the last target fell down towards the Thames Dauru lazily circled, watching its attempts to try and use wings that had been broken. Once he was sure it was dead he turned on wing tip, lazily flying away back to Hellsing hq, at a higher altitude to avoid being seen, that was after a slight hesitation to check the clean up squad were Hellsing, and not more intruders to his territory.

[Walter C. Dornez]

the cleaning up crew informed Walter about the death of all targets and the remains were being secured. Als o Dauru was said to be returning.

That boy had some explaining to do, Walter thought as he tried t5o contact dauru once more, but to no avail. losing Hellsing equipment won't do wither he sighed, relieved that the situation was under control now.

[Dauru Nemagosta]

Dauru didn't hurry back to the headquarters, he didn't feel the need to. It wasn't like there was an attack there or anything. He was content now that the threat to 'his' territory had been destroyed, even if he did have a lot of explaining to do. Apart from a few minor injuries he was in one peice