Forest
Wow, someone's having a bit of the ultra-violence around here, aren't they? Forest thought as she heard the all too familiar sounds of violence in the same building.
The four of them were watching her, guns currently not pointed at her, and one of them smiled. They were like sharks who scented blood in the water, that she was a lonely, easy mark. "Well, I think we can help each other out then. You see, we got some space and money layin' around and some work that needs doin'..."
Her blood ran even colder at their thoughts. Had they been supernaturals she would have just killed them, but they were mortals and there were farms and such that needed tending. Not only did they want to fuck her - there was a clear image of her being spit roasted while making little whimpering sounds in one of their minds - there were also plans to whore her out. Emotionally manipulate her into being the best little subservient cock hangar she could be!
"I bet there is," Forest said with a tiny shy, smile before she looked at spit-roast fantasy guy. "By the way, I'm a lot more muscular than what you're imagining, you wanker."
Then she was in motion, throwing a punch at the guy who had spoken last's face without really holding the speed back, but not punching him at full force. She really didn't to kill them. Just bugger them the fuck up.
There was a satisfying crack as her fist met flesh and bone, the wanker's head snapping back from the force of it. She pivoted to kick the second closest one to her when the shouting began. Guns were pulled and when her foot hit the guy in the solar plexus there was the familiar bark and flash of semi-automatic pistol fire.
A few shots whizzed by, but one caught her in the gut. It was a bright, hot flash of pain that made her see red. Cold blood trickled out of the entry and exit wounds, soaking her fleece she was wearing. Her canine's lengthened and then sharpened, throbbing with need as she bared them.
"Now you've done it, you wanker," Forest said with a growl before launching herself at them.
She was playing with them, and she wondered if they were aware of that. They got a couple more shots in, just to keep things interesting, while she rhythmically pounded them with her feet and fists, the blood making her nostrils tingle. She grabbed the last one standing before sinking her fangs into his neck and smirking to herself as he reacted to her bite as they always did.
Rin
Rin shrugged at Joe's unspoken question before looking at the burning undead before her. She flexed her hand, sighed, ignited her crest and chanted briefly in German. Or badly butchered German, but she really didn't like to talk about that.
However, the end result was that the skeleton man wouldn't set their boat on fire if he tried.
"Do you go about barging onto people's boats often?" she asked as she placed her hands on her hips.
