Costin
The elder vampire's charge was met with such an icy response, even his reply was uncharacteristically dry - naught but a chuckle that almost sounded too amiable. "Fair enough." He darted across the rubble unperturbed - when the first wave of stone giants intercepted him.
A whistle.
The wild apostle's headset blared its music, and like a dancer he followed its tune, savagely outmaneuvering the first wall by stepping over the row of golem's limbs as if they were a scalable structure. His steps were mighty, they didn't carry the grace of a martial artist - only the talent for violence. But there was something else, a sharpness that let him observe the entire battlefield clearly. Its as if the golems were flailing children.
But his foe wasn't a stone, nothing as mindless or orderly. And this time, when it came rushing for him, the blow landed fully, blowing his pale body straight into the ground with a bloody splash... and the gruesome sound of bone snapping.
"Enough chitchat."
Nice... her moves are getting messy in a good way. Yet he impossibly grabbed the leg the moment it slammed against his back, all by snapping his own arm behind, dislocating it in the process. In a moment, he swung Nanako right into the ground just as he was being kicked into it, forming a gaping crater of crushed stone away from the mage. Thanks to the damage she dealt on him, the blow didn't carry the full extent of his power. How curious.
Only for the snapping of fingers to deafen the sounds of war.
Lawrence
Dozens of magic circles appeared on the site of impact, glowing a bright red orange. Far and above, Lawrence conducted his own array of spells, and with Phenex's burning cry, the crater was littered by a sea of fiery explosions, washing the bloodied and wounded vampire with a sea of flames - even if it meant hitting Nanako in the crossfire.
His expression was hollowed, but there was a hint of fury... and confusion. And perhaps, however small, fear. Questions, so many of them, with so little time to answer them. Only one laid on his mind incessantly right now.
"Why are you here...?" He bit his thumb in frustration.
There was something else, something strange. The blows he dealt on the golems, perhaps you could notice a pattern on them, unnatural cracks that were surely dealt by some kind of magic. They almost looked too decorative, too deliberate even for someone just playing around. And some uncannily seemed like letters.
But that couldn't mean anything. His grin back there... it shouldn't mean anything.
s e i l l a e r a e w
He was just a wild dog seeking attention and violence. Surely, his actions mirrored his words.