Fight or Flight?

“I‘ve no personal quarrel with you, and I don’t plan on fighting just because of the way you feel about the company I keep.” The undead takes a step back, and crosses her arms. White eyes stare at Isolde, trying to sort something out of the void before her. Dissatisfied, the undead turns with a huff. 

“Whatever. It’s not my business to worry over what angers you or what grudges you hold. My only grievance is that someone does worry over all of that. He would be better off if he didn’t.” She says over her shoulder before striding away purposefully. 

(Flight, she will grumble all she wants but she’d rather avoid fighting Isolde.)

(I've come back in time to give u this)

     En cautiously eyed the princess that gave them both confused and equally cautious looks. Who was she? The way she dressed, she wasn't just upper class but regal. What was she doing out here then? She didn't look frightened or harmed, there was nothing about her that showed that she'd been running. This was obviously the work of the god, but why? He didn't know who this was, did...?

     A glance in Illanya's direction gave him all the information he needed. She was in pain, and her eyes were entirely glued on the girl. She knew her, but why did she look so horrified by the sight of her?
     They were questions for later. En took a large step forward and assumed a fighting stance, one sword igniting in flames and the other growing sharp icicles along its blade. The princess took an instinctive step back and clutched the pendant on her chest, looking to Illanya for help. En followed her gaze and gave her a sharp look. Times like these made him frustrated he couldn't talk, but he'd hoped she'd see the truth.

     And if she didn't he'd cut her down like all the rest.

(Fight)

Ash gazes at the being in front of him. The scent from this person was somehow human but...more? There was a hint of the scent of metal in the air, but not in the manner that a vampire would have; the manner of spilt blood. Not many ordinary humans would be able to detect the scent of vampire let alone distinguish it from whatever this being was, but Ash wasn't an ordinary human. Rather obviously by now, he is a vampire.

The stars were out and the half moon shone down on the two. The things he'd been speaking of to Ash hadn't made much sense. It was almost like Ash's tall tales to those who picked him up off the side of the road but...not. There was a hint more truth to their words than Ash's excuses he told separate to his own tales.

This was not a particularly nice situation to be in. Whatever this being, this...Awani was, as hungry as Ash was, until he knew more...he'd prefer not angering her. "Hey, listen, I still got places I need to be so...I'm just gonna...go now, k?"

(Flight)

Zachary has seen this man before. Zachary has seen this man before. Under normal circumstances, the businessman treats these types of individuals with little to no regard, only mild curiosity at best, but something about Milan enthrals him and urges forth his interest, bubbling into the surface despite his attempts to temper it. And now there is an itch that goes beyond the physical. An itch that tells him: what are you capable of?

He cracks his neck, and draws forth a sword with a thin, obsidian blade.

[fight]

Sweets, how accurate to spot the chemist's weak points. It's difficult to resist such temptation to bring up items on candies and sweets that would make one's mouth melt. What does this eccentric candymaker want towards Évariste? To try out the products from this unknown, yet a widespread company? To challenge him to some candy making contest? What is Zachary's real intention towards the poor chemist who wanted to be left alone? 

The temptation behind these sweets Évariste was holding, you can't tell whether they are dangerous to your health or are there any ingredients that would deter Évariste's taste buds. So much mouth watering descriptions of the confectionary but at the same time, there are instructions as if he's reading a container of a dangerous chemical.  Nevertheless, he was going to reject and resist the temptation from these strange confectionaries he had. Évariste has decided to walk away silently and threw the confectionary as soon as he was distant from Zachary's presence. Better to be safe than going to the hospital whenever somethings wrong happened.

[flight]

Sensei looked down at Evariste. His nose twitched. "You are no human," he announced, "but you are nothing I am familiar with. Nor are you a fighter." Nevertheless, he assumed a fighting stance. "Karate, however, is not fighting. It is the balance of the mind and body blended into graceful moves akin to a dance. You favor music. Let my kata move to your song."

(Fight)

Despite her brutish appearance, Wolfsbane does not just go around picking fights for no reason. She would have to be provoked, whether that be to defend her life or to something as small as simply to defend her pride. Though, the man standing in front of her right now was far from the type she'd usually get into scuffles with.

Hm. Wolfsbane let out a short, quiet sneer. This guy was harmless - seemed so, anyway. She almost felt bad for him. Was he a monk? Hm, could she kill a monk? Ah, what does it matter, it's not like she was ever religious to begin with. Maybe, in another worldline, she would've even bought some of his boba. Not today, though. Like a warning signal, the ex-military sergeant slips her tactical knife from out of it's holster and casually grasps it in her right hand. "Hey man, you seem like a nice guy. You really don't want to do this." she warns, unknowingly openly mocking and showing that she underestimates him. Normally, she would not show her opponent the decency of a warning sign, but Onsae's deceptively innocent appearance would make her feel just a twinge of guilt if she were to plunge the knife into his stomach without it. Wolfsbane wasn't exactly jumping at the chance to fight him or anything - it's not like Onsae did anything to make her feel particularly angry, but if she had to fight him she was confident she could dispatch him with ease. "This is your last chance to turn around. Make the right choice." 

[Fight]