(via vishous-acheron)

Some Bastard needs a Fookin’ Hair cut

-Listening to the blonde brother’s endless babble-

(Players: @Tohrs_Vengeance, @HollywoodRhage, @Zsadists_Curse, @BastardXcor, @BastardThroe and @BastardZypher..special appearances by the Origional 6)

Xcor:

His boots planted wide, back near bent to a ninety degree angle, he snarled viciously at the paled out lesser who’d swung on him. Pivoting on his heel, he swept his leg out to take the slayer off balance. He rammed his boot into the chest of the downed piece of offal and swung his scythe from his shoulder, neatly decapitating his enemy before turning to check the progress of his Bastards. He barked out roughly.- Throe! Behind!

Throe:
Pivoting at the sound of Xcor’s cry, bringing his sword arm up behind as he turns. The attacking piece of refuse impaling himself neatly through the middle. He kicked the piece of filth that was stuck on the end of his sword backwards onto the asphalt and with a grand twirling motion brought the sword down to a very satisfying pop and flash. Ah.. yes, stretching his broad shoulders and looking to the battle going on around him. This.. this is what he’d made the long ocean journey for. Taking a deep breath, feeling his lungs expand with the heavy , slightly moist night air. Choosing his next target even as he watched Xcor cleaving through the large contingent of Lessers they’d trailed here. His communion with his beloved scythe a thing of beauty, even if his hideous death-delivering expression was not.

Zypher:
-While the other bastards worked in tandem, like a finely honed dance, Zypher planted his boots firmly and just slayed the fuck out of the enemy. He wasn’t neat about it and liked the sound and sight of guts being spilled onto the pavement. It had been ages since given the opportunity to fight the undead in such numbers and the release was nothing sort of orgasmic. Well almost. It wasn’t quite the feel of his cock buried balls deep in a female while his mouth worked another into keening but…it had him hard like stone before the first lesser even hit the ground-

Xcor:
-As he stepped over the body of the headless lesser, his lips curved back from lethal ivories as he sliced through the writhing body on the downswing of his blade. Cutting through another, crotch to throat, a splatter of the sickly sweet, oily black blood sprayed across his broad chest before the soulless agent of the Omega was returned to his maker.-

Rhage:
[Rolling my eyes as I geared up for an evening out with Tohr and Zsadist, wasn’t it just my lucky night. Checking myself one last time in the mirror then grabbing my trench and heading down to the foyer to wait for their asses to get down here.] Yo come on. Stop fucking around up, there you’ll never look as perfect as me [Chuckles leaning against the banister.] 

 Zsadist:
{jogging quickly down the grand staircase, doing a quick weapons check when I reach the bottom, running a hand over the ink on my neck and nodding at Hollywood} S’up Rhage? What’s on the docket for the night? Maiming, killing? Usual shit?

Rhage:
[Shakes head] Probably. Another night out and lessers last [Chuckles] 

Tohr:
[slipping my guns into place, checking to make sure my daggers are free in their holsters before pulling on my coat and heading downstairs to meet Rhage and Zsadist, my face set with grim determination, ready to send some powdery fucks back to their maker] Let’s head downtown. I’ll meet you at Tenth and Trade. [starts outside without waiting for a response, dematerializing downtown, using the moment alone to take in the surroundings, the faint sounds of a battle and the sickening stench of baby powder reaching me after a few seconds, taking off in their direction, knowing Rhage and Zsadist will follow, slowing as the sounds get louder, not wanting to alert whoever is around the corner to my presence, silently stealing around, keeping to the shadows and advancing on the fighters. My eyes widening when I finally see who’s there. There’s no fucking way the band of bastards could be here…life was better with them on another continent. Damn shame they couldn’t have drowned on the boat coming over here. Watching them fight for a minute, Xcor wielding his scythe with deadly efficiency, his two glorified henchmen no less skilled with their own weapons. Lessers were falling left and right, but I’d rather have taken on the whole fucking lot than have these bastards on this side of the Atlantic. Their being here could only mean one thing…trouble. Dropping back, waiting for my brothers to show up, not wanting a showdown with the bastards without backup.]

Rhage:
[Materializing behind Tohr, taking in the sight in front of me] What the fuck? Looks like someone’s already doing our work for us. [Unsheathing a dagger from my holster, not about to let anyone show us up in our City. Teal eyes flashing slightly white, the beast humming, ready to do work.] 

Tohr:
 [catching sight of Rhage’s eyes flashing in the darkness, turning to him] Hold up, Hollywood. I know these bastards from the Old Country. [mutters] Unfortunately. [waits until the last lesser finds his demise, calling out] What do we owe this visit to?

Zypher:
-Looking up from the last flash at the sound of an old familiar voice, he grinned a slow, oil covered grin as he let the small saber slide back into it’s sheathe at his side- Well well…look who finally showed up. Xcor..it’s the brotherhood. Late to the party as always..they must have been home fucking their chosen and shining their blades. -He nodded to the matching sets of steel across each brother’s chest-

Zsadist:
{looking around, an air of menace around me, mumbling shit under my breath, fingers slidinng up and down my distorted lip} You moytherfuckers lost? Is there a ship you need to be on? turn the fuck around and head back to whatever hole you crawled out from


Xcor:
He planted his sole squarely in the middle of a large pool of stinking, oily blood, a dark smirk passing over his lips as the vile liquid splashes against the scarred one’s boots. Chucking his chin toward the blonde one as he addressed Throe- Looks like the little warriors here forgot how to give a proper thanks.

Rhage:
[A growl emanating from my chest] If it isn’t Robin Hood and his merry men [Fighting past @Tohrs_ Vengence’s tight grasp as he grabs my arm to pull me back] I’ll show you a proper thanks [Feeling the beast on edge]

Throe:
-Stepping up beside Xcor and kicking aside the piece of filth on the ground. Lifting the black oily covered sword at my side- What say we teach them to remember their manners?


Zsadist :
{hissing as the oily black blood hits my shitkickers, voice dripping with malice, hands curling into fists} Let’s do it. Your fucking funerals.

Xcor:
-His expression remained placid, impenetrable as his eyes cut to the one brother who seemed to be calm, dismissing the hotheaded idiot and the male who wore his looks like a preening fucking swan. He ran his thumb along the blade of his scythe before sliding it into the holster over his shoulder.- Let’s just say we’re pickin’ up the slack ye boys have been missin’. -He flashed a deadly fanged grin, nodding once to his Bastards to signal their retreat. Nothing need be given freely, and information was to be gathered, not handed out. He tossed out his remark before scattering his molecules to the wind.- Don’t ye worry yer pretty heads none, boys. We’ve taken care of this lot. Mayhap you’ll be faster on your feet next time.


Rhage:
[Spitting through clenched teeth] You haven’t taken care of shit 


Tohr:
[pins a glare at Rhage and Zsadist, voice leaving no room for discussion] Enough. Both of you [turning to face the two remaining bastards before they left] Not sure what you came here to do, but I suggest you tell your leader to rethink whatever half-assed plan you guys might have. It’d be a shame for your next trip to be going up in flames. [turns back to Rhage and Zsadist] Let’s clear out. [heads into the night in search of a better fight]

Zypher

Throe Son of Throe, 2nd in Command