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As a note, a vampire at 700 years old 1500 gens in can run at full speed about 6,993 mph. Just for something later.

Edit: Quick maths for a near thing made me go good grief I wouldn't want to race this guy.

Synnadine wrote:

Deep inside the bowels of the Senate Metropoli, two witches of great power wrap up the finishing touches to their unholy ritual. The likes of which has never been performed. A protective barrier of great magic lines each wall in their cell like room, preventing the events that are about to unfold within from getting out and wiping out all lesser life on the surface of the Sector. The Knight of Hell now destined to be a victim of this accursed ceremony sits silently, accepting their fate, as the two witches get in position. Both stand on either side of the Knight of Hell and raise their hands, perfectly in line with each other at an outward angle, palms outstretched. Celecia looks to Maria who returns an empty, dead expression as her mistress simply smiles at the corner of her mouth.

Everything has worked out perfectly to plan- A willing sacrifice of great power who couldn't care less about their current situation, by ruining her life and stripping her of any personality. Capturing a perfect Knight of Hell candidate who can't escape. Procuring a magic artifact of great power to help channel the necessary wells of power to properly perform this unnatural bonding of mismatched souls. Obtaining the slew of various other items and herbs needed to efficiently harness and focus this power. Now it is all in place and ready to set in motion. With that in mind, Celecia begins her chant loud and clear....as Maria mutters the exact same chant, in unison, under her softened breath.

"Ut animam meam
Ad eos qui faciunt
Per animam meam
Ne forte vincere mea"

A soft wind begins to swirl around the room, picking up dust and rustling their clothing

"Auferes malum istud sacrificium offero
Data potestas ut metatur relicto
Non est, non duo, sed hoc unio trium
Ludens sua quisque parte ad novam immortalem"

The winds pick up, now beginning to buffet their bodies with increasing intensity.

"Iuvenis corpus sempiternum
A animae vita perpetua est
A crimen in perpetua potestate
A quiddam sese donandi in perpetua"

An ominous tone now fills the air and the Knight of Hell begins to be surrounded in a purplish black haze of magical energy, lifting it off its feet. While before it showed fear in the face of this event, to nothing, now...now it's smiling, eyes closed as it looks up.

"Universo ritu meo pati
Miscere inter nos fac mecum
Dona mihi animam, dona mihi vires"

Now swirling around the entire room the purple haze is feeding directly to both Maria and Celecia in equal volumes as well as between them, forming a link between all three participants willing and otherwise. With a final push of power Celecia shouts in confidence the final line of her chant, the line that is supposed to complete the ritual. A sudden ominous sensation could be felt by all throughout the Sector in this very moment, for some it is fleeting...for others it is lingering. Like the darkest of evils is being realized somewhere in the world but they can't tell where. Those who are more attuned to magic would all turn their heads, able to pinpoint at least the general area that this is happening, all through the cold sweat that begins to drip from them.

Only, Celecia's voice wasn't the only one that yelled out this final line....

"ET HOC EST SUPREMUM SACRIFICUM!"
"ET HOC EST SUPREMUM SACRIFICUM!"

In a look of absolute horror Celecia's eyes snap over to her servant, face filled with furious determination, as the mistress calls out in confusion. The power of the ritual now erupts as the Knight of Hell begins to laugh maniacally, both Maria and Celecia now being forcing to try and overpower the other to make the opposite the sacrifice for the ritual. The haze of magic power whips around the room virtually uncontrolled, slashing at each of the witches like weaponized tendrils bent on murdering them, as each of them uses sheer magical force to push the tendrils away from them. Simultaneously these tendrils hack away at the un-resisting Knight of Hell, who continues to laugh the whole way through, as its very existence is torn asunder, being reduced to little more than a sphere of raw demonic energy in the process. Caught off guard, Celecia can't help but remain silent as she is now thrusted into a situation she had not expected, before finally gathering the cognitive barrings to yell over the hurricane of power.

"Maria, what are you doing?! What is the meaning of this?!"

Maria looks back to Celecia, shouting between fighting back the magical haze attempting to reduce her to a disembodied soul as she tries to direct haze of her own to do the same to Celecia "You took EVERYTHING from me, how weak of a person did you think I am?! You thought I'd just become an empty shell ripe for your grooming just like that?! Just lie back and let the person I knew to be responsible be my uncontested 'mistress'?! No, I have been WAITING for my opportunity, my chance for you to slip up! Being exactly what you wanted me to be until then! You thought you'd have an easy sacrifice in this ritual, you thought you'd been manipulating me all this time, but you were wrong! I've been manipulating you you STUPID bítch! And now you're going to be my sacrifice so I can rid this world of you forever!"

Responding her to inner rage a brief flurry of tendrils assault Celecia, causing her to get struck and receive a few small gashes, but she manages to deflect them well enough. "This isn't how this was supposed to happen! You were supposed to become part of me, your soul was supposed to protect me against the demons corrupting influence!"

"And for the first time in a long time, someone isn't letting you have your way!" Through her words Maria now gets slashed by a tendril she failed to deflect, causing a deep gash in her left shoulder blade, but she does not wince or show pain. Only more determination.

"After all this time, you choose now to betray me?!"

"You can't betray someone you were never loyal to in the first place, Celecia!"

With those words something triggers in the ancient witches mind....Celecia. This servant, no, slave that she created has denounced her loyalty. Has blatantly betrayed her. Is actively trying to see to it that she is reduced to little more than a soul meant to absorb a demons corruption. Now, on top of all that, her underling would so callously and casually refer to her by direct name. Her efforts of controlling and deflecting tendrils momentarily falter as a wrathful flurry of Maria’s will unleashes upon her, prompting her to quickly snap back to her senses as she deflects it all to avoid an assimilated death.

Shouting out over the howling winds and clashing power, Celecia calls out again to Maria, who is matching her in power and skill...though to Celecia’s knowledge, she should be far more powerful than her former slave. ”You shouldn’t be this strong?!”

”Why wouldn’t I be?! YOU MADE ME!”

In another burst of defiance Maria lashes out, taking fine control over the haze around her in a direct attempt to make it consume Celecia and end this. In a split second decision Celecia reigns in her own mass of the haze but instead of targeting Maria, she goes after this other power in the room- The remains of the Knight of Hell, wrapping around the sphere of power that remains from it. Pulling upon this power and blasting away Maria's attempts to kill her, all she has to do is absorb it and she will win in an instant. Only just as quickly as she had begun to pull on it something else pulls back, it is Maria who immediately realized her former mistress's attention. Maria was so caught up in kill Celecia during this, who in turn was caught up trying to not let that happen, that both had forgotten entirely about the Knight of Hell.

As the moments pass focus shifts from killing each other to pulling on the Knight of Hell's soul, until eventually neither are directing any of the haze in a way that makes it attack the other. All the control they have is focused on pulling in the Knight of Hell to their side and with it, the other witch, in a high stakes tug of war. Haze still whips around the room now even more violently than before, and it only worsens with every moment that passes. Here and there some of the haze manages to cause wounds on both witches, but neither one gives enough of a break in their defense to be assimilated. Doing so would cause the same thing that happened to the Knight of Hell to happen to them, giving the other witch the victory. Naturally neither one can afford to let that happen, as it means their death.

Both now in fits of determined rage for their own reasons, each begin to scream as they exert themselves farther to try and win the power teetering between them. More and more the haze picks up until eventually the room is blindingly filled with the hurricane of power, buffeting both witches in the storm as they can now hardly see their own nose before them. Wounds appearing on them left and right their battle cries grow in intensity before finally reaching the pinnacle- Neither one can give anymore, they are operating on overdoses of adrenaline now. And that's when it happens.

Celecia stands with her feet firmly planted, pulling at the Knight of Hell with all the power she can possibly muster and more, when she notices herself get pulled ever so slightly. Her eyes widen in disbelief as she is pulled a second time, in a slightly larger amount than the previous. "No, no no no no no! This can't be happening!" Again Celecia is pulled towards Maria as she now begins to gain the advantage. Celecia tries with all her force to pull harder but is unable to do so.

"DAMMIIIIIIIT!" Her back leg lifts just barely off the ground as the hazy hurricane all around them seems to explode, calming down immediately after to a harmless and settling fog.

Nothing could be seen through the all encompassing fog, that just moments prior had been trying to assimilate anything and everything that couldn't push it away. An eerie silence is all that could be sensed as the barrier around them, that had been containing this whole mess to their room, collapses. It's then that a lone cough can be heard, someone trying to catch their breath after overexerting themselves. Their silhouette begins to come barely visible through the fog, laying face down in the concrete as they manage to prop themselves up on their hands and knees. "It's no good...I'm out." The form looks up through the fog, seeing a malformed silhouette of some creature through it, before form changes size and shape into a more humanoid form.

"You won, Maria..." Celecia speaks out in a low, solemn tone. She accepts her fate.

As the fog clears the figure opposite to the defeated Celecia straightens it's back, coming more into view, speaking in a calm tone. It sounds similar to Maria, though a fair bit deeper. "I am not Maria..."
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Celecia's eyes again fill with shock as she looks to the figure, which is now in full view. "This, this isn't...." Her head falls limp, curling her fingers against the cement as she feels the magic power coming from the creature. It's twisted, warped. Beyond unnatural...not to mention powerful.

"What the hell are you...."

"The beginning of a new era." The being exhales calmly as a cold blue air comes from it's mouth.

"What happened to Maria?!" Celecia lashes out, trying to dive off the ground but she lacks any strength, so instead she simply falls forward.

"She is part of me. A part of who----" The creature looks up, seemingly contemplating its new existence. "No, what I am. It is wrong to say I am not Maria, but it is wrong to say I am. It is equally right and wrong to say I'm the Knight of Hell you destroyed to help birth me into existence. The fact is I am both of them and neither of them." She looks over slowly to Celecia, keeps it's head tilted upwards as it now stares to the defeated witch with cold, dead eyes. "I am the first true fusion between a mortal and an enochian in body and soul."

Celecia looks back to, well whatever this thing before her is. She stops trying to get up and instead lays there, face down, waiting for death...which the creature notices. "You wish for me to kill you...how pathetic. Your time will come. But first, I will crush the world you know. The world you depend on. Once you've lost everything, that is when you will die. You are owed at least that much for all you've done."

"W-what-------?!"

Celecia nearly gets up but a hand is quickly and forcefully placed on the back of her head, pinning her to the ground as the creature leans in and smiles maliciously directly in her face. "As it stands, you'll simply know me as creature or thing, wouldn't you? That simply won't do. I need a name. A name you can identify me by, a name this dimension can recognize. A name to keep you awake at night as your world gets broken down."

"JUST, KILL ME!"

Celecia provides a moment of resistance but the hand upon the back of her head pushes down harder, causing her to cry out in pain for a moment while the creature inches in closer, whispering in her ear directly. "When the source of your power is cut off, you will remember my name. When you realize your weakness, you will remember my name. When you try to sleep at night you will remember my name. When you close your eyes you will see me and when you try to engage in the pleasures of the flesh like the filthy whore of a mortal you are, all you will be able to think of is me." The creature pushes away to lift itself back up, using Celecia's head for leverage as it stands up straight. "My name will be Hell Knight Maria, a call back to the origins that I have you to thank for....I'll be in touch."

With that the Hell Knight disappears in an instant, without a trace, as Celecia lays there. A few stray tears shed down her face as her world goes black, and she loses consciousness. The last thing she sees are the Bands of Rynos rolling along the floor to her, jarred free during the hurricane winds...

Who knows how long it has been since Celecia lost consciousness. A muffled warped voice pulls her slowly back from the darkness into an uncomfortable light, along with a less than welcome sight. Though, after what she just experienced, even the little lecher was an improvement.

"Hey c'mon big sleepy titties, we have to get out of here. You lit up a multi sector beacon in that ritual of yours, we have just a few minutes before we're caught." Small hands prod her again before she hears them skitter off. The sound of sizzling followed by a shout in pain helps her wake up as Yolg skitters back from the golden Bands of Rynos, blowing on his hands. "Nope, no chance with that holy stuff. You'd think being a demon god would have at least some perks." A sudden realization spins the Chthonian's head towards the west, past the rubble that Celecia's and Maria's conflict created. "Blast, I thought we'd have a little more time before he found us. Celecia I'm being serious here, we have to get moving now!"

District 92

"Hank, what do you call this?!"

"Uh, a-a report on the last quarter's sa-"

"This is no sales report! This is garbage! I want a proper report, an actual DETAILED report on my desk tomorrow morning! This company won't run with abstract descriptions!"

"Yes- Yes sir."

____________________

I got yelled at again... A man in his late 20's, with a cleanly combed head of hair, perfectly kept suit, and a very depressed expression on his face slumps forward as he shuffles out of the building. Returning a less than energetic wave to Clive as they go their separate ways, Hank walks westward towards one of the tram stations. He does this every day, nervously shuffling in place in the crowded tram, avoiding eye contact with those who walk past, both off the tram and on the sidewalks as he gets off at the exit at the end of the metropoli, and starts jogging away along the shrinking roadways until he reaches a path he is familiar with. With that turn civilization starts to really fade, as the paved forest path makes way to more and more of the controlled wilderness.

He had a rather long day today, so it was taking ol' Hank a little longer to pick up speed. But right as he starts to jog faster he sees a little sign along the road. He slows and stops in front of the little rickety wooden sign, fresh red paint, or what looks like paint anyways, reading "FREE CHURROS AHEAD" It took him a little moment to decipher what the sign meant, since he had never seen a churro before. but he did like free stuff. It took only a couple more minutes of jogging for him to find where they were offering the mystery treats. Someone had assembled what looks like a big lemonade stand out of wood, a big banner above it with the words "FREE CHURROS" moving limply with the slight autumn breeze. The stand itself did little to conceal that it was built in front of a cave, or that the pale gentleman offering what looks like sugary treats on a blue tablecloth at the stand looked anything other than suspicious. But Hank, while not a trusting person, is not very smart.

"Welcome traveler, welcome! How lucky for you that we are offering free churros only today at the-" He takes a quick look at the sign above him, then frowning. "Free... Churros, stand. Y-today only, haha! Come here, don't be shy!"

"Well, I do like free things. What are they?" Hank edges slowly forward, but the cinnamon smell of the churros entices him to continue until he is standing in front of the stand. His rumbling stomach sold him on eating whatever the churro was.

"Ah, churros are a delicacy from a far away land, a very exotic place called the Mexico Sector!"

"Isn't that a place in Earths?"

"Pretty sure it isn't good sir. But they are very tasty, and very filling! Try one, try one!"

"Well, if you think so." Picking up one delicately, Hank starts to bring it to his mouth before he is distracted by the pale salesman gesturing rather animatedly for him to eat it. Only after staring at the man for far too long does he stop. He instead looks away and starts whistling. Pursing his lips, Hank starts thinking about not eating this thing, but he was just so hungry. His boss didn't let him eat lunch today. So he takes a bite of the churro, rather enjoying the cinnamon-

"HAHA YOU FOOL, NOW YOU ARE POISONED!"

Hank didn't even have time to chew it yet before the man points a finger in his face and laughs at him, just standing there staring at the finger.

"IN JUST MOMENTS YOU WILL BE UNCONSCIOUS, AND WE WILL TIE YOU UP AND DRINK YOUR BLOOD! HAHAHAHAHAAAA!"

It was really awkward for the next half minute as both man and apparent vampire stare at each other. The vampire slowly loses his maniacal expression and instead grows more and more confused and concerned. Hank doesn't move out of pure fright. With a lean back, the vampire calls down into the cave. "Oi, Anton."

Someone calls back up, his voice reverberating from just inside the cave. "What?"

"What kind of poison did we put in the churro treats?"

"I dunno, just that it knocks people out, like, fast."

"Once they eat it yes?"

"Well yeah, though it has to get in the stomach first."

Hank leans forward and opens his mouth, letting the churro bite fall on the table. The vampire hears it, turns back to look at the saliva-damp churro bite on his table cloth before giving Hank a "WTF man" look. Hank winces and mouths sorry silently.

"What if they spit it out first?"

"Well they- Wait did you just do what I think you did?"

"No, I did not do the evil laugh to early."

"Yes you did you idiot, that's the only thing you could have done."

Another apparent vampire comes out of the darkness of the cave and smacks the first over the head.

"Ow my head, why are you so mean."

"Because you are too stupid to do one job." This new vampire looks at Hank like he was looking at a turd, who is still frozen. "Now I have to kill him myself and make a big mess."

"I'm not clea-"

"Yes you are. Gods, you are so stupid." Anton rolls his eyes, suddenly disappearing as he instantly moves around the fake booth, long uncut nails filed into claws aimed at stabbing through Hank's eyes and into his brain move faster than any human could even see-

He squeaks in fear and sways to the side, sliding past Anton's outstretched fingers. The vampire stops in shock, pulling his hand back halfway before he decides to try it again, swiping at full strength only to have the human duck under his hand. "Did you just dodge me? Twice?"

"No sir!"

"I think you did you maggot."

"He squeaked too."

"No I didn't-"

"Like a duck."

"I did not!"

"I heard it too," Anton remarks, before shaking his head hard and getting himself focused again. "Rafel! Help me kill this guy!" With a blur of strikes, Anton gives it his all with both hands to claw this weird man to bits, the first vampire hopping over his stand knocking some churros into the grass, the con now forgotten as both vampires stand on opposite sides of Hank and try to gut him where he stood, but the slippery worm that he was was somehow dodging every attack from the both of them before slithering out with a yipe and taking off into the woods. "How the h- GUYS WE'VE GOT A RUNNER!" This stirs all sorts of shapes in the darkness of the cave, eyes lighting up in the dark. "LET'S GET HIM!" With a whole lot of yelling Rafel and Anton lead over a dozen vampires at full speed into the darkening woods after a human as fast as them, who was screaming all the while.

Wabacha wrote:District 92

"Hank, what do you call this?!"

"Uh, a-a churro sir-"

"This is no churro! This is garbage! I want a proper churro, an actual TASTY churro on my desk tomorrow morning! This company won't run with sugar-free churros!"

"Yes- Yes sir."

It didn't take long for the vampires to catch up to the screaming banshee, a few of the vampires even had to stick fingers in their ears to try and filter out how shrill and girly the shrieks were from their dinner. While they caught up to him quickly, outpacing him at a rate that just from seeing him they could surround him, Hank managed to see them and with another shriek increased his pace, the vampires doing their hardest just to keep up with his new speed. Anton pulls up on his left and a new vampire named Deeq on his right, who was grinning something fierce as he scared another squeal out of Hank with a loud snarl.

"This guy does squeal!"

"I do not!"

"Shut it blood pack, we're gonna eat you!"

"EEK!"

Anton reaches down and swipes at his Achilles tendon as Deeq reaches over to grab Hank by the neck, but defying all logic he leans forward and comes completely off the ground, going fully parallel as he spins like a bullet, somehow landing back on his feet running as the two vampires almost lose their balance. Anton nearly trips up as another vampire takes his place, both her and Deeq take turns swiping at Hank at full speed, the man somehow dodging both of them attacking at full speed with all their might while never losing his balance or dropping his speed once. The two vampires were so absorbed in this that while Hank ducks under a low hanging branch, the woman thwaps her face in the branches and Deeq barrels through the trunk of it, making the tree explode as he begins to flip head over heals, screaming bloody murder as he clutches his face, which is now full of wood splinters and chunks. Rafel slows down with the two, the woman's face now brilliantly red as she tears up from the pain as she tries to fan her face with her hands, Deeq rolling around in pain and his own wood shavings, doing himself no favors there. The screaming from Hank and the hollering of the other vampires disappears quickly into the woods as Rafel tries to figure out what to do with Deeq. "Oh gosh that looks bad."

"No one uses that word anymore- OH THE PAIN."

"Alright I'll uh, I'll get you back to the coven. We need the boss to catch this guy!"

Deeq was too busy screaming to answer. As he tosses the vampire, now more wood than man, over his shoulder he checks the woman, who was ok enough to run behind him before he takes off at full speed to fetch their boss.

_______________________

"Bossbossbossbossbossbossboss! We've got a problem!"

"Unclog the toilet youself you disgusting cretin." The less than marvelous leader of this rag tag group groans at the doorway, dropping a can of beer before popping open a new one, taking a bite of oily pizza in the other hand. "And somebody kill that blood bag already, his screaming is giving me a headache."

"No boss that's Deeq, he ran into a tree. And it's not about the toilets!" Rafel dumps Deeq less than ceremoniously on the ground, which he has to apologize for as he shouts in pain again.

"I think I've gone blind!"

"Don't be silly Deeq, no vampire has ever gone blind from wood shavings, just pull them out and you'll be fine. Boss!" Rafel scrambles over, avoiding empty pizza boxes, pop and beer cans as he makes his way over to a bigger man sitting in an easy chair, wearing a long black coat that matches his long unkept black hair and beard. Really the man looks like a rock star that's let himself go.

"We have a real big problem boss."

"You're standing in front of the tv Rafel."

"Boss, a blood bag is outrunning us." This actually gets his attention, as he looks over his beer can at Rafel.

"Outrunning you say."

"Yes boss."

"You know you're vampires right."

"Yes boss."

"Really now."

"Yes boss."

"And a blood bag..."

"Yes."

"A human..."

"Yes boss."

"Is outrunning you."

"Well when you put it that way boss it sounds stupid, but I'm not pulling your leg. This guy's some sort of shrieky speedster. My ears still hurt. None of us can catch the guy. He might tell someone where we're at."

"Well that's a problem isn't it."

"Yeah he could bring the Senate's Billy bots here-"

"No, you're interrupting my show. Fine, fine, I'll got catch this guy for you. What am I, surrounded by newborns," The boss grumbles as he takes a final bite of his pizza before dropping the slice in an open box and finishing off the can. "Alright, should be simple enough. Just that way?"

"Yeah straight west boss."

"Straight west." Then he was gone-

____________________

Hank was already terrified, but when a wild looking man appears in front of you out of nowhere about to claw your head off with a rather bored look on his face, even you might leak a little. Hank has grown a little embarrassed by it. Sheer adrenaline kicks in, Hank dropping to his knees as he slides under the boss' claws by a hair. The boss watches him slide under and past him, flipping up and over a raised root before clambering back to his feet even as he is hounded by his coven. Interesting. The boss straightens back up after he recovers from his swing, then disappears again, almost caving Hank's head in from a double foot stomp from above as the man slides to his right with eyes wide with fear. The ensuing impact throws vampires left and right as Hank makes sudden distance, screaming again like a little girl as the boss winces. He really does scream like a girl. This time the boss reappears behind him, keeping pace with Hank as they leave the coven behind them, the boss slowly gaining as he starts to reach a hand out to grab Hank and end this hunt.

With eyes full of tears, nose running, and a very wimpy look on his face, Hank runs for his life. I haven't done much with my life. You wouldn't believe it that I come from a long line of Aural Wizards.

The boss' hand grew closer, almost grabbing the back of his suit before he had to drop back slightly to avoid another tree.

My name is Hank, Cartier... Smith.

The boss nears again as they draw closer to a clearing, one that the boss was planning on putting on a burst of speed to bring Hank to the ground and finish him off.

I never could use the family natures. And I always got beaten and made fun of because of it.

They exit the treeline with a burst of leaves and reach the open air that surrounds a lake.

I'm weak natured and never could stand up to my cousins. Not that there was a point.

The boss became a blur, even at their speed, closing the distance in a heart beat as he lunged. Space curls inwards on Hank as time draws to a crawl.

Really... Hank's foot hits the ground one final time as his entire body clenches, coiling inwards.

Running away was all I was ever good at.

Accel.

He could see Hank turn into smoke as his arms curled around him. Now off balance, the boss tucks into a single roll before he comes up on his feet and stops with supernatural force, the drop in speed sending a ripple of air pressure through the water next to him. The boss could hear himself breathing as the dust disperses, looking at the rising moon's reflection in the disturbed water of the lake before he looks around the clearing and the treeline beyond. He was all alone here, not even a speck of evidence for the direction Hank went in. It takes him a long time to finally turn around and begin the long journey back home.

Ok, so. The reason I did that math earlier for vampires of that age is to figure out of fast my boy the big boss moved.

The chase up until Deeq hits the tree is going to be roughly 20 seconds total of full speed running. Roughly Rafel picking up Deeq and starting to run back took about 15 seconds, and the run back itself would be another 20 seconds.

Rafel's and the boss' conversation I measured roughly 90 seconds of full conversation, pizza eating, and beer drinking before the boss finally gets up and decides to kill this screaming child that is causing his vampires so much trouble. The difference in time between him leaving and catching up to Hank is near instant, but to make the math easier, we're going to call it 1 second.

Now, these vamps are your average vamps, roughly 700 years old and not a new generation 1,500 did for my math. Their top speed at that age turns into 6,993 miles per hour. To see how far they traveled before the boss chased after them we have to convert into feet per second. each mile per hour translates into 1.4666 and the six repeats feet per second. So at that speed, Hank running for his life and the vamps just trying their darnedest to shut him up were moving 10,256.4 feet per second. That's almost 2 miles of forest per second.

Before the boss caught up to them, they ran for a full 145 seconds in a straight line away from the coven's cave, which would have put 1,487,178 feet in between them and the boss, roughly 281.6 miles, or 453.29 kilometers for our brits. For our math, the boss crossed this distance in one second, where IC he did that in far less than that. This puts his movement speed at over 1.4 million feet per second in that instance, turning into 1 million, 13 thousand, and 985 miles per hour.

And that was him moving lazy.

And yes he still lost Hank.

Yes his unique ability is speed, in case you hadn't figured it out.

Wabacha wrote:Ok, so. The reason I did that math earlier for vampires of that age is to figure out of fast my boy the big boss moved.

The chase up until Deeq hits the tree is going to be roughly 20 seconds total of full speed running. Roughly Rafel picking up Deeq and starting to run back took about 15 seconds, and the run back itself would be another 20 seconds.

Rafel's and the boss' conversation I measured roughly 90 seconds of full conversation, pizza eating, and beer drinking before the boss finally gets up and decides to kill this screaming child that is causing his vampires so much trouble. The difference in time between him leaving and catching up to Hank is near instant, but to make the math easier, we're going to call it 1 second.

Now, these vamps are your average vamps, roughly 700 years old and not a new generation 1,500 did for my math. Their top speed at that age turns into 6,993 miles per hour. To see how far they traveled before the boss chased after them we have to convert into feet per second. each mile per hour translates into 1.4666 and the six repeats feet per second. So at that speed, Hank running for his life and the vamps just trying their darnedest to shut him up were moving 10,256.4 feet per second. That's almost 2 miles of forest per second.

Before the boss caught up to them, they ran for a full 145 seconds in a straight line away from the coven's cave, which would have put 1,487,178 feet in between them and the boss, roughly 281.6 miles, or 453.29 kilometers for our brits. For our math, the boss crossed this distance in one second, where IC he did that in far less than that. This puts his movement speed at over 1.4 million feet per second in that instance, turning into 1 million, 13 thousand, and 985 miles per hour.

And that was him moving lazy.

And yes he still lost Hank.

Yes his unique ability is speed, in case you hadn't figured it out.

Its all that beer and pizza. Its weighing him down. xD

Wabacha wrote:Yes his unique ability is speed, in case you hadn't figured it out.

A truly terrifying prospect indeed. Puts the limits of Cain's ability into new perspective don't it?

The Sangheili Separatist wrote:Its all that beer and pizza. Its weighing him down. xD

He actually needs the calories to fuel his higher than average metabolism. Funny enough he's gone so far that he could pretty much live off of just pizza grease and beers for decades.

Damnit I lost my categorization as a Theocracy.
Time to try and get it again.

ZOCOM wrote:Jacob was certainly surprised that she closed on hm instantly, he couldn't deny that her haki was far past his for him to not even get a heads up until it was too late. The two extremely conflicting visuals certainly had him out of sorts, her voice and the sheer killing intent in his premonition certainly had him off guard for far too long. She got in his personal space and abused the hell out of that with her gripping his shoulder to leverage her next attack and keep him close so he couldn't escape. So cruel of her to so gleefully toy with him like this. "It really isn't!!"

<Nowhere to go. Need to defend, hand too far away!> No time to defend, no chance on retreating with her grip so solidly on him like this. <This is going to hurt.> With no chance to use his hands Jacob just covered the entire side of his face in armament Haki but he struck his left foot into the ground to try and stop him from going flying too far back. He still wasn't that worried about this, even if he was unsure why she was toying with him so much. So ruuuude.

In the flash moment that Jacob lines his face with armament Haki Iris of course notices, and leans into the kick even more so to speak. Striking hard and true he glad he was able to put up his haki defense, because it feels like there isn't one at all. His foot, dug into the ground, plows through sand during the follow through and goes deeper into the ground before buckling and falling over, but only rolling some odd feet. Iris lands and looks to him, friendly as ever, just waiting for him to get up. "Good reflexes, you were able to put up your haki just in time. How's your 'beautiful face' doing?"

Synnadine wrote:In the flash moment that Jacob lines his face with armament Haki Iris of course notices, and leans into the kick even more so to speak. Striking hard and true he glad he was able to put up his haki defense, because it feels like there isn't one at all. His foot, dug into the ground, plows through sand during the follow through and goes deeper into the ground before buckling and falling over, but only rolling some odd feet. Iris lands and looks to him, friendly as ever, just waiting for him to get up. "Good reflexes, you were able to put up your haki just in time. How's your 'beautiful face' doing?"

"Just fine, but not as fine as yours," Enkara winks from his beach blanket.

Wabacha wrote:Who knows how long it has been since Celecia lost consciousness. A muffled warped voice pulls her slowly back from the darkness into an uncomfortable light, along with a less than welcome sight. Though, after what she just experienced, even the little lecher was an improvement.

"Hey c'mon big sleepy titties, we have to get out of here. You lit up a multi sector beacon in that ritual of yours, we have just a few minutes before we're caught." Small hands prod her again before she hears them skitter off. The sound of sizzling followed by a shout in pain helps her wake up as Yolg skitters back from the golden Bands of Rynos, blowing on his hands. "Nope, no chance with that holy stuff. You'd think being a demon god would have at least some perks." A sudden realization spins the Chthonian's head towards the west, past the rubble that Celecia's and Maria's conflict created. "Blast, I thought we'd have a little more time before he found us. Celecia I'm being serious here, we have to get moving now!"

"W-what's happening...." Celecia flutters her eyes open weakly, entirely out of energy. She had used every ounce of her power in the magical tug of war with Maria...and lost. In her groggy state she inadvertently thinks aloud. "Is that the Imp?" Coming to her eyes start to open wide as she realizes what's going on, and what Yolg means. A ritual like that had to draw attention, and the fact it failed so spectacularly only made things worse. She tries with all her might to get up but is struggling to do so, her physical strength failing consistently to pick herself up off the ground. "Dammit, dammit, dammit! No, this can't be happening!" She stops and turns sharply, feeling the same thing Yolg can now in spite of her grossly weakened senses as a result of her state. She bites her lip and turns, trying to push herself up and kick herself off the ground in the same motion to stand, but she instead just lunges forward a bit and collapses again, face planting directly next to the bands of Rynos.

You mustn't leave us behind, little witch. Celecia hears the all too familiar voice calling to her through her mind. With a scoff she moves to try and get up again, but suddenly stops as Rynos calls out to her again. You will be needing us many times in the future if you have any hope to correct the plague you have cast upon this realm.

"Gaaaaah dammit all!" She reaches to her side and grabs one of the bands and immediately feels a surge of her returning stamina. Taking note of this she immediately grabs the other band as well and puts them into her side bag she had carried them in before, looking to where the imminent death of an approaching presence is coming from. She didn't have a return of magical power, only her stamina and physicality have returned, but that's something. Still collecting herself after seeing what Maria has become, hearing the supposed fate that awaits her, Yolg's reactions, and even the approaching presence of someone or something that means certain death. "What have I done."

Wabacha wrote:"Just fine, but not as fine as yours," Enkara winks from his beach blanket.

Jack: https://imgur.com/1ltpQuA

Synnadine wrote:In the flash moment that Jacob lines his face with armament Haki Iris of course notices, and leans into the kick even more so to speak. Striking hard and true he glad he was able to put up his haki defense, because it feels like there isn't one at all. His foot, dug into the ground, plows through sand during the follow through and goes deeper into the ground before buckling and falling over, but only rolling some odd feet. Iris lands and looks to him, friendly as ever, just waiting for him to get up. "Good reflexes, you were able to put up your haki just in time. How's your 'beautiful face' doing?"

Despite his innocent appearance and demeanour, the young captain tumbled through the sand with a colourful phrase or two before he landed face down in the sand with a groan as the side of his head felt like he just got slammed with a fridge. Though the praise for doing damage control lessened the blow somewhat for him. He started to get back on his feet as he felt the side of his head as he could still only hear ringing in one ear "Still beautiful I'm afraid." He quips back with a smirk of his own. "Oh how burdened I am with my indestructible handsomeness." Using his pinky finger to wring out his ear of sand and get that ringing sound out he settles back into a defensive stance.

ZOCOM wrote:Jack: https://imgur.com/1ltpQuA

Enkara: http://i.imgur.com/DNBybs8.jpg

Wabacha wrote:Enkara: http://i.imgur.com/DNBybs8.jpg

Jack: https://imgur.com/iyzlfSQ

Wabacha wrote:Enkara: http://i.imgur.com/DNBybs8.jpg

ZOCOM wrote:Jack: https://imgur.com/iyzlfSQ

Peace: https://i.imgur.com/ywrxTCT.gif

Synnadine wrote:Peace: https://i.imgur.com/ywrxTCT.gif

Jack:https://imgur.com/2xFD9Qo

ZOCOM wrote:Jack:https://imgur.com/2xFD9Qo

I'll have you know I just actually laughed out loud, like...for real. My friends on xbox are confused as to why.

ZOCOM wrote:Despite his innocent appearance and demeanour, the young captain tumbled through the sand with a colourful phrase or two before he landed face down in the sand with a groan as the side of his head felt like he just got slammed with a fridge. Though the praise for doing damage control lessened the blow somewhat for him. He started to get back on his feet as he felt the side of his head as he could still only hear ringing in one ear "Still beautiful I'm afraid." He quips back with a smirk of his own. "Oh how burdened I am with my indestructible handsomeness." Using his pinky finger to wring out his ear of sand and get that ringing sound out he settles back into a defensive stance.

"How burdened indeed, allow me to help lighten this weight from your shoulders, Gentlesmoke~!" Calling out as if she legitimately enjoys hurting Jacob in this way he is promptly given mental warning of an impending Iris underneath him, placing one hand on the ground and pushing up for a strong kick to his chin, which would be followed up promptly by her launching herself into the air during the follow through and doing a backspin to plant her heel into cheekbone, sending him right back down into the sands below face first. If Jacob fails to keep up these dodges he might actually end up disfigured with all this focused face shots XD

Synnadine wrote:I'll have you know I just actually laughed out loud, like...for real. My friends on xbox are confused as to why.

I'm proud I roused a chuckle from you senpai XD

Synnadine wrote:"How burdened indeed, allow me to help lighten this weight from your shoulders, Gentlesmoke~!" Calling out as if she legitimately enjoys hurting Jacob in this way he is promptly given mental warning of an impending Iris underneath him, placing one hand on the ground and pushing up for a strong kick to his chin, which would be followed up promptly by her launching herself into the air during the follow through and doing a backspin to plant her heel into cheekbone, sending him right back down into the sands below face first. If Jacob fails to keep up these dodges he might actually end up disfigured with all this focused face shots XD

The way she spoke certainly did make him worry that she was actually enjoying herself in beating him up as she was. If anything else it was the perfect incentive to absolutely give it his all to not get hit in the face, and give it his all he did. Her first move was to get in low to kick high into his face, first of all he leaned back so the kick couldn't get his chin "I appreciate the kind gesture!". And with her backspin downwards to get his face again he rushed forwards "But I'm afraid this burden is mine to bare alone." Jacob spun around to defend on the chance she springs for him once her heel planted into the ground, preemptively putting up a full body armament as he did so. "That and I think you're enjoying this too much for me to trust you with my face."

Since I didnt have it on my computer, here is Hank Cartier-Smith.

http://i.imgur.com/Q0aWCag.jpg

So I went in to get a filling done, got all comfortable and had my baby bib on, and the dentist's assistant asked me what side it was on and put a cotton swab there and left.

Thought it was just to absorb saliva or something. Then I couldn't feel my face.

EDIT: I still can't feel my face.

Love how Synn liked Wab's post twice XD

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