Bloodlust

Orpheus gave an unamused glare at the insults directed at him. He commanded no respect from this man, but he didn't need it. All he needed was obedience.He would ensure he'd get it. Even if Sven hadn't stepped in, Orpheus was confident he could he dealt with the situation. Nevertheless, he walked over to Sven's side, looking down with disdain at the half-blood lying on the ground before him. "Thank you Sven. I will take it from here." With a flick of his wrist, at least a dozen undead walked over and picked him up, holding him back. Orpheus had seen how far the one he picked up was thrown, so he knew he was stronger than your average lustor. Much stronger. Thus he sent twelve instead of two. Another came from behind and ripped the back of his shirt up to his neck, leaving the entire back of his torso exposed. "Let this teach you a lesson. Sixty lashes." The air was deadly silent for only a moment, until the crack of a whip echoed through the air. The weapon left a bleeding gash on Gawain's back. Nothing overly deep and enough to actually kill him, but it would certainly be painful. Especially when accompanied by the other fifty nine.


Beuce easily shrugged off being punched by himself. "Hah! I hit like a girl! ...Wait no, Dammit!" He said, then realized what he just announced. He turned and glared at the girl. He had an exceedingly brilliant idea the second he did. "I got this guys, i'll handle miss S&M. Come here for a second." Since she probably wasn't going to do as he told her, he walked over to her and before she was really able to do much, he planted a kiss onto her lips. During this kiss, two thoughts crossed his mind. 'I am so glad myst thought of this power and let me swap....I am also so glad gabi loves putting her characters into situations they hate. Well, she won't be hating it for long. hehehehe." His hormone powers began kicking into effect. Cierra was about to be turned on like no other. Beuce was a walking aphrodisiac, and that inflated his ego more than usual. God help us.


Jedediah winced slightly as the knife pierced his leg. The pain quickly subsided and the knife wound closed as soon as the object left his body, leaving no pain. He never ceased to be amazed at her healing powers. He'd at one point thought that she may too be a servant of god, but was somewhat surprised when she told him she was a lustor. He looked over at Charlotte, proclaiming that none would harm a member of their group of justice seekers. He smiled at her enthusiasm, but she was trembling from soreness and exhaustion. She didn't have divine powers as he did. "Charlotte, perhaps it would be a good idea to let Emi heal you. I'm sure i don't need to tell you the potency of it." He said, placing a concerned hand on her shoulder.


The warden, as he walked, began to think of criminals who had eluded his capture. He always did. There were a few above others that he would capture and likely kill. One being prisoner 123. Cierra Escravo. The lustor girl that had managed to kill several of his guards in an escape. She was too dangerous to be left on the streets, with parents like those. More so than that though, she had escaped him. That was something he despised more than anything. Which brought him to his second target. Gawain Griffin. He'd had more than one encounter with this half-breed. Yet, his sheer overwhelming strength had let him escape each time. Yet still, he'd fall into the warden's grip just like any other. They always did. ​

 

Beuce nodded with a satisfied grin. Yeaaah. Ladies can't resist the pearly whites. He ran his hand along her cheek. "Yeah, i know exactly what you mean. Just like you." He said seductively, then grabbed the chain around her neck. That's when Gwen came up and said that she wasn't someone for them to screw with. What the hell was she talking about? That's exactly what she was for. "She likes it! See!" He said, grabbing her cheeks and making her make a kissy face at Gwen. "Come on white haired wife number 1. Lets go about our business." He said, guiding her into a nearby house like a dog on a leash. this was going to be interesting to say the least. Since everyone was out rioting, the house was deserted. Shortly before closing the door, he winked at Gwen as if to say "soon enough." Then the door was slammed shut. Mere moments afterward, loud moans and screams that would wake up the neighbors echoed from the house, and could probably be heard for quite a large radius. Well, looks like the B really is all it's cracked up to be (by the B, that is). ​

 

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It seemed the whole ordeal kinda went off tangent. Sasha expected some sort of a tense, even a fight between the two parties where it kinda ended in...a temporary halt? Beuce...whoever the hot person was seemed to influence the chained girl in some way. Possibly through physical contact. She would have to keep a note on that in case he got too close to her. On a side note, she would comment back on Mrs. Period Girl, but she gave her more of an 'annoyed' stare. It wasn't her job to explain herself to a person like her who's always pissed off at everything. Makes silencing those kinds of people much easier to do if given a reason.

Since everyone seemed to go off on their own, she looked around. "I should go back to the base I was. I left my food there and they might try to use it. I can always ask for compensation should they decide to use it." Before she went back though, she was curious what Beuce and Cierra were doing in that house. Once those unpleasant sounds were coming from that house, she either assumed Cierra was being brutally tortured or...something else. Sasha wasn't very informed on the ways of the birds and bees. So she crouched next to a side of the house and ~~~Stared~~~ at the two inside. She watched more out of curiosity than anything else. Though this time, she was well hidden from sight from the two inside.​

 

Hunter's face was that of extreme shock. He was perverted to an extent and very bloodthirsty, but he had genuinely meant being paid money and not in sexual favours. However, explaining that to Gwen would be a step towards convincing her he wasn't a horrible psycopath, and he would have none of that. Masking his shock as quickly as it had come, a smirk crawled to the side of his mouth, shortly followed by the audible "Well, a guy can dream"

After Beuce led Cierra away from them, Hunter couldn't help chuckle a little to him. "Ha, he actually thinks he's got a sho-" Hunter began before he was cut off by what was quite possibly the loudest sound he had ever heard. The elder man was once again shocked, but he soon recovered and regained his cocky attitude. "I bet she's fakin' it. Pity goes a long way eh?" he said out loud, even though nobody could hear. He began walking after Gwen, knowing fully well he should be next to her in case of any traps but making sure to keep his distance behind, watching her butt as he walked. "The way that guy hits on every female he sees, and he's not even doing it right. Worst still, he's trying to steal my limelight. Somebody's gonna have to teach 'im a lesson" Hunter said, believing exactly what he said. "Ginger, I might be better than you at just about everything, but remind me to never go against ya in a competition to see who has the better ass. Speaking of which, walk a little straighter, you gotta get the angles right" he said, being distracted just enough that he wasn't realizing how dangerous the words he spoke were.


Sven watched as Gawain was being whipped. Only a few minutes ago he had been ready to defend the halfbreed, but now he had no desire to do so whatsoever. Gawain had stepped far out of line and insulted Orpheus directly. Insulting Feo he could understand and actually encouraged, but Orpheus was very highly ranked, aswell as being a friend of Sven's, and he wouldn't stand by and let his friends get mistreated. Stepping over to the undead that was lashing Gawain, he reached over and took the whip from the undead's hands. If the halfbreed was to be punished, he wanted to do it himself. He began cracking the whip with intense force on his victim, making every strike count, and hopefully send a message that he wasn't important enough to get any privileges.


Gawain simply lay there on the ground as he was being lashed. If he tried, perhaps he could get the undead away from him and with luck escape, maybe. Even if he could though, he chose not to even attempt it. If he managed to get the undead off him, he would have many more to get through before any chance of escape was possible. Not only that, but he would have to deal with Sven, General Orpheus, and the other lustors around. Chances of survival were practically nonexistant if he tried. His face twisted into that now-familiar grimace of pain as he felt yet another lashing hit him, this one much harder than the rest. Seconds later, another one came, followed by a third and fourth. Each hit getting progressively more painful. There must have been a new punisher, but that didn't matter, it didn't help his situation one bit. The fifth strike from this new torturer came harder than the rest, and it was at this point Gawain let out an audible cry of pain. This continued throughout the next forty lashes, the soldier taking each one without any attempt of escape, yet silently praying it came to an end quickly all the same.​

 

Unfortunately the target of his interest soon flew away from the area, taking with him all the arrows that had pierced his body. Shame, there was plenty more that he could learn from watching, but it seemed that he would have to actually go find him if it wanted to do so. Why must things always end up requiring him to put in some effort.

Fortunately he was reminded of another method he could use to complete his goal and said method was currently in the process of whipping his assumed subordinate. Yes, if he played his cards right he just might be able to briefly tag along with Orpheus and his little group without the whole 'come out from hiding' thing that would most likely happened if he continued to use his chameleon power. Though it wouldn't have to come to that unless he was notice within the next couple of minutes or so. Since this power was better used against walls and other non moving targets. Something like a horse or a person may or may not work and even if it did, keeping it up would require him to move in perfect sync with the person he's blending with.

And since all that was effort that he didn't want to go through, he decided to go with plan b, which required to do something that he despised the most. With one deep sigh, he sucked in all of his doubts and walked away from the wall that he was leaning on. As he did, Kasen's body gradually began to appear. Not really caring if the whipping was done, he went ahead and spoke. "It's quite interesting that he managed to get away thought if it weren't for his clone, that most likely wouldn't have happened. If only there was a way to get past that little ability of his." The way he spoke was intended to sound like he knew something they didn't. All he would need is for them to take the bait.

 

Orpheus watched, unphased as Sven took the whip and began cracking it harder and harder. There was no expression on his face, not pity, nor anger or sadistic pleasure. He simply watched. What he was feeling, one couldn't tell. He didn't look over at the Chameleon lustor, as though he had known they were there the whole time. This wasn't the case, he merely wasn't surprised. Hmph. A way to get past that ability. Even if this man did possess information on it, he'd no doubt use his knowledge of it to have something to hold over their heads. "Indeed, if only there were a way." The general of the undead spoke to the lustor in a very similar tone to the one they had spoken in. Knowledge was power, and if you feigned knowledge, you appeared to have power over others. Perhaps he could learn the information from this lustor without actually ever giving him the edge.


Beuce looked at the girl he had just taken to bed. He was thinking. Thinking about the situation they were in. Maybe...She had been awfully quiet in bed. Especially for being with Beuce! The only way someone could resist making ridiculous amounts of kinky sounds in that situation would be if they couldn't. Like if they spent years locked away! Of course! She was the escaped prisoner! "I KNEW I WASN'T LOSING MY MAGIC TOUCH!" The man yelled, then realized he had said that out loud. Quickly throwing on his clothes, he grabbed Cierra by the chain on her neck before she could walk out the door. "Leaving so soon? Why don't i go with you?" He said, indicating she didn't really have much choice in the matter. By this point, his body had reduced back down to normal heat levels from when he began fighting Feo. Even still, a hot chain wouldn't really affect him. "Come on, lets go for a walk. I think i know some friends that would love to meet you." As he guided her by the chain, she really didn't have much choice but to accompany the man. He walked her to the front gate and out of the city. Seeing Cierra, the undead parted for her. It didn't take long to reach the encampment the lustor general was at. "Oi, zombie boy! I've got a present for you! One missing prisoner in mint condition! Well i mean i might have had sex with her a little bit...or, you know, a lot, but she's fine!"

Orpheus turned to the voice which had called him "zombie boy". The mere sound of the voice let him know he was going to absolutely hate this person. However, the mention of the escaped prisoner caught his attention. He turned his head quickly to see...Dear lord. "It seems god enjoys watching bloodshed, provoking it with such an event." Orpheus said calmly. However, this was an unsettling calm, as though the one before a storm. It was obvious that underneath his composure, he was absolutely furious. At Cierra, at the man who brought her, at the whole situation. ​

 

Hunter was still following Gwen as she made the remark about him being an idiot. He pretended he didn't hear the remark, not responding in any way whatsoever as he continued walking. Upon Gwen attempting to use reverse psychology, he realized it immediately that she was trying to trick him. Now that he knew that it irritated her to some degree, there was even more reason to do it. "I can kill people and keep watch, I'm very good at multitaski-" he started, before tripping over a small tile sticking up a little in the ground with a loud thump.

He sat up quickly and looked at Gwen. "VERY GOOD AT MULTITASKING" he called out, insisting he was still good at it despite his fall proving otherwise. "That wasn't me being bad at it, it was your fat ass blocking my view of the ground, it made me trip! I take back what I said, you need to lose some weight!" he insulted, attempting to avoid all harm to his ego. After a few moments of protesting, he came to a realization. "Hey Ginger, I found the tile!" he exclaimed.


Finished the whipping, Sven dropped the whip on the ground. He turned around and began walking back towards Orpheus. He had barely taken a step, when he suddenly saw a chain appear in Orpheus' hand. The chains were glowing as though they were very hot, as though somebody had heated them. Spinning on his heel, sure enough he saw Cierra there being led by Beuce. At this sight alone, his fury within began bubbling, but it wasn't until Beuce spoke that the anger really surfaced.

He took a step towards Beuce. "Drop the chains, that's no prisoner you're holding there, that's my friend" he commanded. Taking a few more steps towards Beuce, he was now striding towards him at a reasonably quick pace. "Either you're a pitiful scumlike lustor, or you're one of them. Which is it?" he questioned, although the tone he spoke in indicated that regardless, the answer didn't matter to him. No matter what the answer was, Sven already knew what his next move was.​

 

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Sasha continued watching the pair until they made their way to leave the house. "Fascinating...Cierra was her name right? With all of that force, even a Lustor would have trouble recovering all of that in such a short time span. Either that or maybe all that sound just made the scene more...intense." Whatever the case, Sasha casually followed the two, occasionally using her "stealthy" motions whether it be holding a box in front of her or standing behind a bush half her height. As much as her skills sucked, they didn't seem to notice.

Eventually, it led her to the front gate of the city. Though she did not expect to see Orpheus there with Sven. Not only did she never met him before, but also it was not the best of times for the two to approach Orpheus and Sven. It was not going to be a peaceful confrontation seeing how Sven reacted to Beuce's words. Also on a personal level, she didn't want to be involved in a conflict if she wasn't involved personally. For now though, she would kinda be off to the side, examining the situation.

~~~Stare~~~​

 

Well, this was awkward. This must be that "Master Sven" she had mentioned. He knew she was a sex slave, but he didn't realize that she was a sex slave to a high ranking lustor. "Jeez man, i mean i know she's a good lay and all but is blockading the entire human district just to get back your sex slave really necessary?" Beuce said, scratching the back of his head. He honestly didn't realize she still wasn't the escaped prisoner. Although he was indeed smart enough to realize that a fight was about to break out. He subtly began heating up his body to combat levels. Not yet enough to emit any visible signs of the change, yet still he was ready for the confrontation, and that's when tall, dark, and scary showed up.


The figure dressed in black broke from the horizon. His reputation alone had made more than one of his targets surrender without even putting up a fight. And it wasn't exaggerated. His shadowed eyes glared down at the encampment. The first thing he saw was General Orpheus, but next to him was someone he did not expect here. The one he had been looking for all this time...Prisoner 123. He knew she wasn't dead. However, that might change shortly. Slowly he walked over, down to the encampment. One didn't even have to look over to know he was there. His sheer presence was overpowering. The massive club he carried looked like it could easily kill you with a single hit. His steel plated boots hit the ground one step after another. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Perhaps the most intimidating thing of all was the shrill scrape of the chains he carried. So the story goes that once he has you in his chains, you're a dead man waiting to happen. It seemed to somewhat surprise the general that he had simply walked past him and began heading in the direction of Cierra. She was first, after her would be Gawain. The Warden had his eyes set on a target, and this time, not a force on earth could save her from his grip.


Orpheus saw that the famed Warden had indeed answered his call and come to find and apprehend Kai. However, something happened the general had not anticipated. The man's attention was drawn to something else. The girl who had just returned to them. The hulking figure simply walked over to the woman behind him. He could tell that aside from the undead, the moral of nearly every one of his troops had just dropped out of fear of this man. He couldn't blame them. The stories about this man were the stuff of nightmares. An unstoppable jailor thought to be a demon who shrugs off nearly any blow like its nothing, carrying a club that can strike with the force of a god and chains inescapable. The psychological warfare this man held at his disposal was something to behold. Although why someone like that would be after Cierra was a mystery.​

 

Hunter sat still for a minute. He had not only just had his ego insulted, but his manhood and to some extent, his reputation. With a short sigh, he unsheathed his blade and entered the tunnel simultaneously. With long strides, he found himself nearby her. He didn't mind Gwen usually, but their somewhat friendly rivalry would only get her so far. He brought the blade in front of Gwen and held it up to her neck. "Listen 'ere Ginger. You may think you're runnin' this place, leadin' and all, but don't you think fer a second that that's 'cause i'm your friend. You might be good with that bow of yours, but it ain't gonna save ya when we're close like this, and I ain't gonna hesitate to cut your throat and let ya bleed out like one of them lustor pricks, aight?" Hunter said, his voice lowering in tone and sounding somewhat serious. He then removed the blade from in front of Gwen's neck, keeping it at his side but being aware of Gwen's movements all the same. He would not allow himself to get caught off guard by the girl. With that being done he allowed himself to fall back into line behind the archer and continued following her.


Sven took another step towards Beuce. He tried his best to look perfectly calm, almost as though it didn't bother him at all, which was the exact opposite from the truth. "Sex slave? I would never do such a thing, maybe we can come to some agreement and sort this out before it comes to any sort of bloodshed. I mean, we're all friends here aren't we?" he asked, attempting to distract Beuce as he took a few steps towards him. "Although, now that I think about it, we should probably get one thing out of the way. One thing before everything is water under the bridge, no?" he said, still wandering towards Beuce. With a swift movement, he lunged forward and landed a punch to the jaw, turning Beuce's head slightly with the force of the impact but not knocking him onto the ground.

His hand began burning the second he made contact, almost as though it were on fire. Was this the lustor's power? He took a step back and glared at Beuce. "Cierra. Is not. A slave of any kind" he stated. He would have continued, but his attention was dragged away to another person. This person was a behemoth, towering over everybody else around, and he had a club to match. One thing that also stood out was the fact he had chains around him. As though he were some kind of jailor. It could only be one person.

"The Warden.."


Gawain practically felt the presence of the Warden as he arrived. He heard movement cease around him, heard the breathing rates slow a little bit, almost like people were trying to hide their own presence. He knew the feeling, and he had an idea what had caused it. Standing up, his back stinging from where the whips had made their mark, and turned around. Sure enough, he saw The Warden. He wasn't in the best condition to fight, but he had escaped The Warden many times and he intended on doing so again. The stories he heard about what happened to his prisoners were truly terrifying, almost to the point he would much prefer death over being captured. "Well, if isn't mr big and scary himself. Back for round six are you?" he taunted, confident as usual and also trying to draw his attention away from any soldier who may have a burst of bravery and try to stop him.​

 

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Maye hummed on the rooftop next to the main gates, taking a drink out of an expensive looking glass bottle in her hands. "Mhmm so romantic to look at the sunset while taking a drink. Shame I don't have anyone to share a moment like this..." She smirked and looked down below, watching the confrontation happening all below her. "I knew they were gonna bump into each other one of these days, but I wouldn't have expected ALL of the big ones all converge...my oh my...this will be fascinating. However..." She narrowed her eyes. "This is happening all too soon. Much more sooner than I have anticipated. It's like this was all planned from the start...So ingenious. Wouldn't mind a fair lady wandering by would they?"

She giggled and hopped on down to street level, approaching the group. "My my...what do we have here on this fine afternoon? My dear Warden...you found her so much sooner than I anticipated! I expected no less!" She smiled and took another drink. "Oh dear, the man himself~ Sir Orpheus...it's such a coincidence that brings all of us here isn't it? Like fate..." She held the bottle into the sky, "Had plans for us to meet all under this beautiful sunset. Now now why do we all look like we all wanna kill each other? That's not very gentleman like...err except the fair miss there."

 

The warden didn't so much as look at Gawain. All that happened was a massive fist being swung in his direction. The warden's punch was like headbutting a moving freight train. "I'll deal with you next, Griffin. You're not the top priority on my list right now. She is." The black clad man said in almost a growl to Gawain. He continued walking toward Cierra. Between him and her stood only Sven, whom he was about to deal with when Maye showed herself. "Stay out of this Maye. This girl is my target. You of all people should know better than to have anything to do with me and my target." He warned. He was here to catch the girl. If she tried to stop him, or perhaps even help him, he wouldn't take kindly to it. When he was on a job, he did it himself. No interferences. He took a single chain and tossed it to hook into Cierra's arm.


From seemingly nowhere, a skeletal hand reached out and intercepted the hook which flew for Cierra. "Mr. Break, it seems you've forgotten the reason you came here. It was to secure the criminal in the human city, not this girl. She is my property, and i will not have you take her." Orpheus said, glaring at the giant. He showed no signs of fear. Instead, he stood against the warden as an equal. Something few men had ever been able to do. "I give one one more warning. Should you refuse to coopoerate, you'll be branded an enemy. Trust me warden, i'm one man you don't want to make an enemy out of."

"I could say the same to you." The warden growled at Orpheus. They locked eyes. The tension in the air was nearly palatable. A conflict was unavoidable at this point. The undead around were the only ones prepared to attack. The majority of the lustors were to terrified of the man to be able to do much. It was a fuse ready to blow, the second combat broke out, all hell would be unleashed onto the battlefield.


But enough about those losers. Lets get some screen time on the guy people really want to see. The fiery white haired lustor walked over to the new arrival. Yeah i know he was just punched but the power of boobs is a force to be reckoned with. "Hey there. You've got the pleasure of addressing Beuce. People cared who i was even before i put on the mask." He said in a tone that wouldn't at all have been out of place if he had been staring into a hand miror while he said it. Beuce was the type who would look deeply into your eyes so he could stare at his own reflection. "The joker huh? Well, you seem like a girl who likes things to get batsy. Want me to show you a magic trick where i make a pencil disappear?" He said to Maye. When he said pencil, he most certainly did not mean a writing utensil.

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Kasen could tell from the tone that Orpheus had used to reply to him that it wasn't going to be easy to lure him into his trap, not that expected nor wanted it to be easy. It just meant that he would have to play his cards ever more carefully to entice his interest. "Well, I might by able to help you out, for a small fee of course." That being the last thing he said before the situation took another interesting turn.

Not too long after he'd finished speaking, a white haired man had appeared with a girl in tow. Normally he would've call her a bitch and not given it a second thought, but seeing as how this was the same girl who'd been here prior to running ahead via horseback, simply calling her that wouldn't answer any question. It would raise some new ones though.

Now as to sum up the following events, Orpheus and his ally were clearly not all that fond of the white hair man showing up with their friend, whose name was apparently Cierra, and one of them dealt with the situation. Next some giant, freaky, hatted man appeared and again took an interest in the girl who was just confused for a sex slave. Finally there was the arrival of one more person as the various situations took place, which he took a small mental note of both their names as per habit.

During all this Kasen just sat back and watched. He had no reason to intervene in any of this, not that he knew enough about half the people that had appeared to do so. So he was left with what he always did, observe and take note. Though this time he didn't use his chamelon cloak to hide himself, figuring that if he didn't do anything stupid, he wouldn't get dragged into this.

 

Hunter had to suppress a cocky smirk as he listened to Gwen's threat. He didn't think she'd carry it out, and so what if she did? She wasn't enough of a threat to actually hurt him. Nobody was. Although, on the other hand he probably didn't want to piss her off too badly. If he did, she'd just end up walking off and then he wouldn't be able to poke fun at her, and then what would he do? He could murder everything in sight, but murder's not as fun if there's nobody fun to gloat to later, or at least that was his train of thought.

"Fine, I promise I won't talk about your fat ass, your junk in the trunk, your whale blubber body, all the lard that is commonly called your left leg, or your pile of fat known as your head" he promised. He gave a short shrug seconds later. "Had to get it out of my system" he added. In truth he didn't think Gwen was fat in the slightest, if anything she was underweight, but she didn't need to know that. It was much more fun if she didn't. He continued walking behind her still, looking ahead further down the tunnel. But once again, he wasn't looking for the exit, but at Gwen's rear.


Choosing not to say anything about Orpheus' comment about Cierra being 'his property' due to not wanting to cause issues with the general of the army, Sven was still glaring at The Warden. He was the one that had caused the pain to Cierra, he was the reason she was so terrified right before him. Humanity was hated by Sven, but lustors he was fine with, especially Cierra. Cierra and Orpheus were the only people he thought of as friends, and he wasn't going to let either of them get captured or killed by the behemoth before them. "Cierra, just stay back away from him. I won't let him hurt you. If he tries to hook you again, I'm going to pull him over and shove the hook fair up his ass" he said, his words seeming as though they were sarcastic but his tone sounding as though it was incredibly, deadly serious.

Reasonably confident that his words would comfort Cierra, Sven then stepped away from her. Much as he wanted to make sure she was okay, he had to prioritize. And if The Warden got anywhere near her, he knew for sure she would certainly not be okay. Stepping next to Orpheus, he gave him a brief nod to show him he intended on standing by him in this battle. Staring right ahead at the Warden, his face was one of both anger and confidence, ready to fight.


Had Gawain not expected the attack, he would have most certainly be knocked to the ground, and possibly out cold. Thankfully though, this was not the first time he had encountered the Warden. From experience, he also knew that the Warden loved showcasing his strength in battle. Were it any other person, they probably wouldn't be able to match him, but Gawain Griffin was no ordinary soldier. He was a lustor soldier, and one that specialized in strength, so he was completely certain he could match his strength if it came down to it. Leaning to the side and ducking a little, the soldier avoided the punch and then hopped back to gain his distance. He unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Xerxes. "Top priority or not, you're going to have to get through me if you want to get to any of them. They may despise me and look down on me, but the feelings for the most part are not mutual. They're my family, and I'm not going to let you kill anybody. Now, are you going to give up and put down those nasty little hooks, or do I have to cut off your arms so you can't pick them up anymore?" he taunted once more.​

 

"Save it, Griffin. You and i both know the only thing that's saved you from me is your strength. But that only gets you so far. All you can do is run from me. It doesn't matter how much family you've got, I'll break them all." The black clad jailor threatened. No, threatened would imply he intended to do it. This was more matter of fact. It was as though he was informing him of what was about to happen. He readied his club and chains for combat. His method of fighting was a brutal one. From a distance, he was a dead eye with the hooks he wore on his body, capable of throwing them with extreme precision. But that wasn't the worst part. Once you were caught by the chain, your fate was sealed. You were helplessly dragged by whatever body part the chain caught toward the warden. The sheer sight of that alone had cause more than one convict before to go completely insane from fear, but they didn't live long enough for it to matter. As soon as they were near enough to him, the steel club he carried ended their lives. Mass murderers, jewel thieves, rapists, illegal arms dealers, it didn't matter their crime. Once the warden set out after them, all they were stains on the streets. They just didn't know it yet.


Orpheus was the first to actually make an attack. Commanding three undead to charge him simultaneously from different directions. However, the result was less that he'd hoped for. A hook flew out and grabbed one by the ribcage, which was then hurled at another, knocking it off balance as soon as it arrived. Together, they were utterly crushed under the weight of the warden's club. Xerxes made another movement which wasn't exactly swift, but the sheer range and power behind the strike more than made up for what it lacked in speed. The third undead, as soon as it had gotten into the range of him was completely split in half at the waist by the jail keeper. "Hmph. So the rumors are true. You don't go down easy." Said the general. He doubted simply sending more undead at him would be any more effective, and he needed to conserve is troops. Even if he called for some from the area around the human district, he doubted they would get there in time. It took nearly twenty minutes to travel there on foot, and undead were slower than the living, so roughly half again that time. By the time they got there, they'd already be dead. They had to win with what he had. One of the more heavily armored undead stepped forth, along with a few of the lustors brave enough to face the warden. "Sven, it's been a while since i've seen you go all out in combat. Perhaps it's time you reminded me what it looks like." ​