Thread: Coup de Ville

Upon impact, Reagan knew for sure that he had the advantage. As much as he wanted to push it to the point where he would leave the vampire on the ground in bloodied mangled mess, he was soon met by the sounds of the vampire's bones cracking back into place. Cursed undead scum, he thought venomously as he locked eyes with the now crazed vampire. But before he even got a shot in, Reagan was soon subjected to an onslaught that would see him wail out in pain at first when he felt those claws of the vampire's sink into both sides of his collarbones as the two crashed into the ground. The impact itself rattled his entire body, nearly popping out a few rib bones as well when he was launched into the ground. As he was trying to get himself up to get back into this, he saw the vampire crash into him yet again with a high powered elbow drop right into his stomach, violently cracking and eventually collapsing the right side of his rib cage, nearly causing the werewolf to black out from the excruciating amount of pain. Yes, he knew he would be to heal after something like that, but the drawback was that he would require a great deal of food in order to restore his stamina from healing so much. Didn't matter if it was hamburgers from Burger King or even if it was freshly skinned dear meat from the woods, but he knew he was going to require it either way and lots of it. Struggling to get up after he saw the vampire vanish before his eyes, Reagan was once again subjected to rapid point blank shots to his face, nearly shattering his upper and lower jaws each and every time. But, at least the most he would get out of it was maybe a tooth or two knocked out of he werewolf's mouth before he was dropped back to the ground. Once again and without even a chance to react, Reagan was once again launched hard into the sky, his eyes closed for the most part before he was met with a vicious shin to the other side of the werewolf's ribcage, shattering at least three of them on impact before he collapsed hard onto the ground, unconscious for a longer period of time. Soon enough, the healing factor that all werewolves were blessed with soon took hold of him, mending the damage he had suffered at the hands of the vampire little at a time, restitching wounded flesh, mending shattered bone and even - if it called for it - damaged organs almost to the point where the wounds weren't even placed upon him in the first place. Hell, he even regrew his teeth from where he was smacked around like one of those punching dummies that kids used to play with all the time to boot. Reagan remained out on the floor for a good several moments before he lifted a hand up and pressd it down on the ground firmly then lifted his wolf-like head up, snarling at the vampire yet again as blood could be seen drizzling out of his mouth. Slowly, the werewolf stood up onto his padded feet once more before drawing in some leftover mucus through his nasal cavity which lodged into his throat for a brief second, emitted a loud hawking noise then angrily spat it along with whatever blood was in his mouth onto the floor. You're pretty good, fuckface. Reagan growled at him before he leaned forward a bit with his talons extended outward. But I'll show ya that I'm even better! He added before he launched himself after the vampire with a primal fury, matched only by the amount of speed he used to throw himself at him with. From there, once Reagan got within striking distance of the vampire, he clenched his right hand into a fist then fired a savage uppercut under the vampire's jaw, knocking him at least a good several feet into the air at first before he pushed off of his feet after him. From there, he uncurled his right and left hands from their fists, exposing a shimmering set of blackened talons. From there, Reagan executed a vicious series of slash attacks on the vampire, starting from his face and working down to his upper body before turning around in midair and fired his right foot out at a downward angle, kicking the vampire down to the floor where the werewolf would soon join him, landing in a mount position followed by a raining of blood scattering onto the floor. Aggression filled punches rained down hard on the vampire's face, each one driving down harder and harder still, not even caring if he knocked a tooth, an eyeball or something out. About fifteen of these blows connected hard before he snarled at the vampire once again then sank his fangs hard into the vampire's right shoulder, nearly tearing it straight off the bone when he picked him up with his mouth then began to shake him about from side to side like a ragdoll for maybe a few minutes before he spat him away.