Yet again, Parasitus castle

Shayna grunted as her head hit the wall, dazing her slightly as she looked up. Brutus's foot stopped her from getting up. She snarled at him as her own blood dripped down on her. She felt herself starting to black out and growled. She wouldn't allow it, her paw reached up and grasped his foot. Twisting it off her, she could feel bones break as she did it. Then she lifted his foot off her and delivered a blow to the chest, sending him through the air.

Brutus growled in pain as he foot cracked. As he was sent backwards he bounced off the floor with his other foot, slamming himself back into her. His fangs then found her throat, ripping into the flesh and muscle. His eyes looked across to Amelia before the fangs ripped into her wind pipe, as he did so blood flooded it, drowning her in her own blood. Brutus stepped up from her as he wiped the blood from his lips.
He laughed in a snarling like manor, walking back across to Aro. Hazari watched Shayna as the blood poured from her throat, not quite dead yet. He then looked across to Amelia. "Another one down?"

Shayna snapped at Brutus, catching his hand before he backed off. She coughed and placed a hand to her throat, slowing the blood flow a little but it still came. Amelia glared at Brutus. "I would like to see you try and explain this to the Alpha." She said then looked back at Hazari. "Come on chicken shit." She said, once again pulling the sword from her back. Marcus went to Shayna's side, patting her back lightly.

Brutus snapped his jaw at her. "No need." Aro said smoothly. "You did it." he said with a smirk. Rodger then stepped forward. "Old hag?" he said with a smirk. "This old hag, killed your precious Edgar." he taunted. "He died like the pathetic old goat he was." he said laughing across to her. "He taught you everything he knows. I know that an more, whore." he said as he lowered his head. Hazari looked across to him with a laugh before back to her. "Do you want to fight Rodger? That means I get your brother." he said as he pointed a finger across to him.

Amelia snorted. "I don't bite when I kill." She retorted, then looked back at Rodger. "And yet, you killed him when his back was turned. A cowardly act." She said as she advanced slightly. But stopped as Hazari gestured to Marcus. "How did you?" She asked, with a slight tilt of her head. Marcus folded Shayna's hands over her chest as she took her final breath. "Sleep well, sister." He murmured in the Garou tongue. Then stood himself up and turned to Hazari.

Aro smiled to her lightly. "We shall see my dear." he said smoothly. Rodger took a slight bow. "The fact remains, the pathetic old man is dead and I'm still here. Victorious over his dead corpse." he said with a smug expression. Hazari looked across to her with a smirk, tapping his nose lightly. He then looked across to Marcus. "Who's going to fight the old man then, hm?" he asked with a grin.

Marcus stepped forward. "I will." He said, swinging his swords around lightly. Amelia looked back at him. "No, I will." She said, Marcus shook his head. "Your fight is with him." He said, pointing at Hazari. "I'm sure I can take care of an old man, dear sister." He said with a slight smile. He then pushed her back slightly and stepped forward more. Rolling his shoulders a little as he prepared himself.

Rodger yawned loudly. "It doesn't matter to me who's fight is with whom, I'll kill either one of you." he smirked. Hazari looked to him with a raised eyebrow. In all honesty, he was getting sick of Rodger. He didn't care whether he killed them or they killed him. The point was, by the end of it all, Rodger, Amelia and her brother would be dead. Rodger cracked his neck with a grin. "Shall we begin?"

Marcus snorted as he advanced. "We will see, old man." He said, his tine dark and dangerous. He would only shift if he had to, seeing as none of the humans knew he was a lycan since he hadn't shifted in such awhile. Amelia narrowed her eyes and stepped aside, allowing them some room. She was curious to see her brother's fighting style.

Rodger laughed under his breath, he moved over to the wall, taking down a sword. He spun it in his hands, it was almost a blur even with lycan eye sight. He wiggled his eyebrows with a grin before slamming his foot into Marcus's crotch, sending him to his knees, he then swung his sword around, cutting his left arm deeply. He then stepped backwards, keeping the sword spinning in a defence manor.

Marcus grunted as Rodger kicked his manhood, his hands went immediately to it to prevent any further damage. He gritted his teeth as the sword cut into his arm. He stood up, shrugging off the pain as he glared at Rodger. He then darted forward, knocking Rodger's sword away with one of his own. Then sliced Rodger's side with his other sword, cutting it dangerously deep. He then jumped away, for how his form was, he was quick on his feet.

Rodger grasped at his side he was cut. Closing his eyes as he breathed in deeply, wounds took their toll on him in his twilight years. When he was younger, he could take a hit like this and bounce straight back. He then lunged forward, slamming the bottom of his foot into Marcus's nose, snapping it sickeningly. As he landed his other foot slammed into his knee cap, snapping in that as well.

Marcus staggered backward, a hand over his nose. A growl emitted from his throat as Ridger's foot slammed into his knee. He breathed in deeply before looking back at Rodger, only his eyes were not human. They were that of lycan, he let another growl come from his throat. He swung his sword in his hand and darted forward, again, cutting Ridger's side. He then leapt over him, landing on his good leg, he turned and knocked Rodger's sword from his hand.

Rodger laughed down to him. His eyebrows drew together as he watched his eyes. "Lycan.." he muttered before feeling the sword hit his side once again. He then collapsed onto the floor, dragging himself to the wall slowly. Hazari stroked his bottom lip, so her brother was a lycan? Good to know. Rodger breathed heavily as he leaned against the wall, still on the floor.

Marcus stalked forward, his grip tightened on his swords and his mouth set into a snarl. His lycn fangs showing a bit. "You are the reason for all of this...and now...you will pay the ultimate price." He snarled and set his swords down. He then picked Rodger up by the neck, his eyes boring into his as he cut off his oxygen with a simple squeeze of his fingers. Rendering him helpless to do anything.

Rodger looked up to him, still heavy breathing. A smile moved over Hazari face as he watched them intently. "I..I.." he said as he was picked up. "How.. how is this my fault!?" he wheezed as his body went limp from the lack of air. Hazari looked across to Amelia. "Here's a question for you. Would Edgar want your brother to give in to his anger?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Marcus snarled angrily but said nothing. He loosened his grip a little, allowing Rodger to have some air. He then looked over at Amelia. "I don't know what Edgar would have wanted. My brother is free to decide for himself the fate of Rodger." She said, looking across to Hazari. Then she looked back to her brother, he nodded his head before turning to look back at Rodger. Without saying a word, he dragged him out of the room and to a balcony. "Fate will decide if you live or not." He said, then he stood Rodger up on the edge of the balcony and let him go. No emotion potrayed on his face as he watched Rodger fall.

Hazari laughed lightly. "He always did blather on about not giving in to anger and all that shit." he said as he gestured a hand. "I'm with you though, let the anger flow. Spit on his memory." he grinned. Rodger gasped for breath as Marcus lessened his grip. He looked him in the eyes with slight fear. "No.." he said before he felt himself fall through the air. Hazari shook his head, he darted forward, launching his sword after Rodger.
The blade slammed through his chest, spinning back up towards him. He caught the handle with a smirk. Rodger talk his final breath, looking at his king. Hazari walked back to his throne and sat himself down. "Annoying old fool."

Amelia narrowed her eyes. "It isn't anger that flows, Hazari..." She said quietly. Then pulled Jacques's sword up, the blade shined in the firelight. Remade with the finest steel, nearly impossible to break. She glanced over at Aro and Brutus, who had been unusually quiet through this. Then looked to her brother as he walked back in, letting out a slight growl at Aro and Brutus as he made his way. Amelia rolled the sword a few times in her hands. It made a slight whistling sound as it did so.

Hazari smirked at her with a light tilt of his head. He watched as she pulled out the familiar sword. "Ah, who was it who re-forged that for you then?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Fine craftsmanship." he said with a light nod. Aro was trying to calm Brutus who wanted to rip Marcus's throat out, making it 2 for 2.
Hazari leaned his head back into his throne as he heard the whistling of the sword. "It does feel strange not having that old fool nearby." he said as he lifted his head once more. "Doesn't it?"

Amelia ignored his queston, only stared at him while Marcus stood nearby. "Enough small talk, Hazari." She said, her tone firm. She stopped swinging the sword and stared, her gaze unmoving as she bore into Hazari. Marcus looked back over to Brutus, baring his own canine fangs at him. If he had to shift, he would.

Hazari's eyes looked to her, amusement running through them. He stood himself up slowly, taking his own sword into his hands. Spinning with the one hand expertly. He then threw it from hand to hand before brandishing it outwardly, bending his knees slightly. Brutus attempted to lunge at Marcus, before Aro held him back, shaking his head.
Hazari tilted his head to her before slicing across the top of her left thigh, repeating the movement on her right. Rendering her practically unable to walk. He then held his sword before him, his movements would allow him to parry or block any move that she threw at him.

Amelia winced and stepped back a step. She could feel the blood drip down her leg and onto the floor. She spared a glance at the vampires before back to Hazari. She watched him lightly before flicking her wrist. The tip of her blade caught his hand, causing a deep cut. Marcus watched intently as the blood flowed, he looked at the vampires. Ready to stop them if they should move.

Hazari looked down to her with a tilt of his head. He winced as the blade found his hand, but didn't show it. The scent of the blood entered Brutus's nostrils as well Aro's. Aro had more self control than Brutus and so was able to maintain his composure whilst restraining Brutus. Hazari shook his hand, tightening it into a fist in an effort to stop the blood.
He then slammed his elbow into her jaw, snapping it to the side violently. Sending her into the wall. A smirk played over his lips as he glared at her.

Amelia was able to stop herself before she hit the wall too hard. She breathed in and out quietly, maintaining her blood pressure. She then pushed herself off the wall, leaping over Hazari to land behind him. She whipped the blade around with tremendous force, it cut through his shirt and into the flesh of his back. She quickly danced away and out of his reach.