Thread: Once Bitten, Twice Removed [Viktoff x Sketchyequine]

The reinforcements had arrived, the trio that R-W was given a head's up on. Even still, he had no desire to leap down. The three masked vampires that were already in combat should be experienced enough to handle themselves, even if they were out-numbered. As R-W surveyed from above, his gaze followed a peculiar smaller beast. It wasn't an unusual event for a Vampire to underestimate these wolf-like creatures. A few thoughts ran through R-W's head as he observed. The first would be how little the current fight before him would warrent his dynamic entry. The second thought was concerning the various sizes of the beasts and what that may mean overall. A third and more pressing thought had involved the smaller beast, was it faster than the others? Before he would realize it, the masked creature on the rooftop had leaned forward and watched the fight below intently. The wind took his disguise's long black hair and tossed it all about, the steel of his mask was growing cold as it clung to the skin of his face in a second and less pleasant way. Blue paint shaped the design of a skull over his mask such that it's teeth were over his mouth and two empty eye sockets surrounded the thin slits provided for his view. A light thud caught his attention as he realized that his left hand's middle finger bent into an arc and pressed to the teeth of his mask. The remaining shadow of a disgusting past habit. To his dismay, he sat through complete radio silence as the enemy reinforcements began to take their place in the fight below. It would appear that no special interests or big bads were on their way to spice the fight up in any reasonable fashion. In of itself, this realization wasn't exactly a bad one for R-W. Sure, the fight wouldn't be particularly entertaining. At the same time, however, he wasn't doing a good job on his end of the operation as his small squad wasn't distracting any sizable force from the mutts. With a ratio of two to one, an argument would have almost been made that they did their best. This wasn't a position he could argue as with his addition to their squad numbers, this was a four to six fight. Perhaps he was going about this the wrong way? Should he fail to attract enough attention to this street in Chicago, his fellow operatives on the other end might run into a lot of trouble when they begin to construct their front of the operation. A sigh rang out from the mouth of his mask as R-W stood tall upon the edge of the rooftop. His lean frame and height were usually appealing features for those who were a bit too vocal, but they were much less flashy than a few of R-W's other gifts. His descent was fast, closing the distance that the height of the building introduced in a blink before he would appear in the fight. The first stance he took was a simple one as he stood between the smaller beast and the turned back of his underling vampire friend. Keep your eyes open. The instructive, strict tone sounded off with R-W's somewhat deep voice. At the sound of his voice, one of his allies turned their heads to see him. In any normal situation, this would be a grave mistake. And yet, as one of the beasts lunged forward to punish the foolish vampire underyling, R-W swiftly ran over to knock his friend to the ground and sieze the beast mid-lunge by the scruff of fur on the back of the beast's neck. R-W has always been unsure as to whether there was enough of this stuff to compare these beasts to dogs directly, but he managed to get a decent chunk of it in his gloved right hand and hold this beast up by it. In a single ominous second, the beast became glazed over. Any struggle or fight in the beast had came to a complete frozen stop before R-W dropped the Beast-cicle onto the hot Chicago street. The creature was frozen to death before he even let go.