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Post by event.bot on May 23, 2007 19:46:42 GMT
If anyone was about they would see three Fallen Angels fly over the land, heading to one place... Kew Gardens. Why? Was possibly unknown. Were they even true Fallen? This was another unknown.
"There's one in the area," one called to the other as they swooped lower down.
The other two barred their teeth snarling. Good, if they were lucky it was the hybrid. They were fed up of him holding what was possibly the best territory.
Admittedly it was rare for Fallen to gang together, but these three had sworn to hold the land as brothers. Wether that would stand or not though.... that was another story, should they last out the night.
They didn't care who saw them as they gave barking cries that echoed through the silent gardens.
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Walter C. Dornez
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on May 24, 2007 16:48:13 GMT
Reports came from every watch post. Three targets, apparently Fallen Angels have been spotted heading for Kew Gardens... It was incredibly rare that Fallen would act together, let alone have a seemingly decided purpose in their actions. They were not randomly attacking, but they were most likely tagetting something.
Walter grabbed the intercomm as usual and called for his own Fallen. "Dauru, we have a situation in Kew Gardens. You are to leave immediately. Your targets are three fallen angels, be careful, they are working as a team. Clean up squads, get ready and leave to Kew Gardens when ready!" These incedents were not good... they were a very big problem. Too many eye-witnesses...
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on May 24, 2007 16:53:33 GMT
Dauru gave a growl, choosing to go unarmed as ever to these combats, the only thing he carried his communication device, and that only so Walter could keep contact with him. He then left swiftly gaining a high enough altitude so he could go unseen as he flew before he headed straight to Kew Gardens a low happy growl emitting from his throat, that he quieted as he neared the target area.
He scented the air, analysing it and promptly dropping slightly to avoid one attack speeding his pace, leading the fallen more towards the center of Kew Gardens, he'd picked up no humans in that area. You had to admire his ability on the wing, often he was dodging attacks, but only enough to lure them on.
He would only fight them on his terms. AS he reached the center he pulled off a steep dive down swooping away last minute up from the ground and turning on the trailing one, wrestling, fighting with it, tooth and claw.
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Post by event.bot on May 24, 2007 17:34:51 GMT
The trailing one gave a scream of surprise turning sharply on wing tip to face Dauru his claws raking towards the others face, bringing himself in close, trying to tangle Dauru's wings up. It was doubtful any of them realised how strong Dauru was. All that they would know was he was a hybrid, what he was a hybrid with though was generally kept very hush.
"Vampire Hybrid!" THe one being attacked yelled as he finally saw the sharp teeth minutes before they sank deep into the attacking hand drawing blood.
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on May 24, 2007 17:38:53 GMT
Dauru pulled away the fallens blood he simply allowed to fall outta his mouth, as he swooped up higher to avoid his wings being tangled before he swooped back down into a dive bombing attack, grabbing the wings of the fallen he'd bitten and flying really high up before bringing his legs up and kicking it firmly in the back, enough force to wrench the wings clean off. His upper lip curled slightly, these were young then, weak, after land.
They shouldn't have ventured onto his territory. Even as the one who had lost his wings totally was freefalling down to the ground Dauru swooped down after him slicing straight through the throat before turning away neatly folding his wings back as the two remaining just rushed at him trying to destroy his wings.
Dauru just allowed himself to drop between them before once again swooping away giving a rather crazy growled laugh.
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Post by event.bot on May 24, 2007 17:48:02 GMT
The other two backed off slightly turning to fly, trying to escape. That was an even worst mistake then trying to fight him. The second one was soon dispatched and the first one realising the futility of escaping turned and faced Dauru head on, his wings straining as he fought for position trying to get some advantage over his opponent, growling as he did, his talon like claws slashing out widely
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on May 24, 2007 17:56:00 GMT
Dauru humoured the remaining one until he tired of the attempts to take him down and flashed a crazy grin before he backed off and then charged striaght into him knocking the wind outta his opponent before bringing the sharp talons up ripping straight through flesh and breaking bone, destroying the heart totally. He back winged slightly to watch the former threats freefall to the ground.
Only then did he feel the blood trickling from a few lucky strikes they'd managed to get in.
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Walter C. Dornez
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on May 24, 2007 19:50:27 GMT
The cleaning squad vans had already arrived, and started to remove the duly shredded remains of the Fallen. "Dauru, Dauru? Come in." Walter talked through the communicator. "Return back to headquarters. Mission accomplished, well done." It was jobs like this that made it worth it. When there are no civilian casualties, and the job gets done nicely.
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Post by Dauru Nemagosta on May 24, 2007 19:59:45 GMT
Dauru swooped up to the nessecary altitude to avoid easy detection before he headed back to headquarters not dropping down again until he was well within Hellsing grounds and knew he'd be hidden from easy viewing, easily landing before he walked into the mansion, heading to his own quarters, as he hadn't had any further orders. Once there he was careful to clean the blood off his hands - what? He was very fastidious about keeping himself clean
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