Code Silver (Ruby/Kursten/Amethyst)

The thunderous boom of Amythest’s tremendous and old-fashioned rifle would definitely be enough to put the entire city block on high alert – but perhaps more to the point its payload left the kindred scrambling; not the least because it had left its intended target utterly out of commission. The shot was more than enough to spear straight through its target even though its aim had indeed been a little bit off; leaving the seemingly unarmoured vampire missing a considerable portion of his waist… and giving the wall behind him a rather rough paint job in the process. Suffice to say, the members of the motel were immediately on high alert after the shot – shout of alert and curses rang out immediately, and the remaining would-be alchemists scrambled for cover and armaments. Four, five – seven, maybe more; shuffled into combat positions around the otherwise abandoned motel.

Before the group of enforcers could gain a bearing on the situation, Kursten’s charge bore its expected results – while his target was certainly on alert now, having a tentacle tear through his torso his neck twisted off was more than enough to take him out of commission before he had any chance to prepare to retaliate. However, it was not with as much ease as Kursten might find in dispatching a mortal foe, as a vampire had a bit more force behind their body despite their complexion; leaving him in a troublesome situation as his tentacle was jammed in amongst his victim’s ribs – taking the trouble to remove his tentacle properly would certainly same him some mana, but not dispelling it forcibly would also leave him open to the defenders setting up near him. He was exposed by the motel as it is, so he hadn’t even cover to give him hope… but on the other hand, the kindred were definitely not in the mood to moving out just yet given the calibre they’d just been met with; so perhaps it was a safer gamble than it seemed.

As Ruby held back, she would gradually get a better read of the situation – by the looks of things, most of the opposition had been busied with magical work; leaving them predominantly holding out in the building itself – about three in the left room, and probably three again in the right. In between, though; two had vanished amidst the bottom floor’s rooms, while her comrades had dispatched two already. At least four of the count were armed, but it was difficult to keep track of whom… submachine guns and pistols were the only weapons of note, though. Given the movements of the enemies thus far, it would appear their leader was still out of sight; most likely in the left room of the second floor… for now, the gangers seemed to be focussing more on forming defensive positions than retaliating, but the click of weapon safeties and clatter of magazines made it clear that trouble was on its way.

”Shooting vampires! How bold! But how futile! Your information is as outdated as your magic, children!” boomed a voice over the clamour of the scuffle – definitely male, and probably fairly old; but seemingly muffled by something. ”You had best retreat now, humans. This matter is out of your purview! Focus on your short-lived dreams rather than troubles above your station. Otherwise, prepare to meet your end before the next daybreak!” With the announcement, the stressed kindred seemed to focus once more. No doubt it was their leader speaking, but… such bombastic charisma was a bit crazy to hear from gangsters with guns. Then again, magic really did attract all sorts…