From Dusk Til' Dawn

[Nil]

That was an opportunity, assaulting those who were standing while they were staggering and before they could interfere with those who were pushing the cab.

Anasztaz circles from the cover of the car slightly, and as soon as one of them is in a clear line he darts forward in a full dash, leaping upon him as soon as he's in reach with a pitch bestial scream. He rapidly tangles himself upon him,his arms surrounding the neck and legs twisting around the torso.

His fangs had been ready since he was in the car, and with them he proceeds to tear the flesh from his opponent's neck in a feral feeding reverie; trying to sever muscle, veins, nerve, anything he could bite into. Gurgling on the blood and spitting the torn tissue.

Deconstructed

• Grapple (Use willpower defensively against any attempts to release or be pried. Grapple FS gives a +1 here too.)

• Grapple overpower maneuver to bite (Vitae spent to increase strength on every turn, hopefully recovered with what he's drinking from them)

[GB82]

Ajax

Ajax makes good on his promise of violence, moving forward the other dude who was standing up and giving the son of a bitch a swift kick in the nuts. With his steel toed boots. It was a damn good kick, probably good from about 40 plus yards even in the windy Meadowlands.

J E T S, JETS, JETS, JETS.

Thomas

The Deputy can see the man trying to get away on the makeshift raft.

"Floater and one on the door" He says to the others in the group as he draws his .45, loads a fresh magazine and pulls the slid back.

[Brenn Lawrence]

1 suxx

2011-05-09 19:01:58
Brenn rolls 10 to Heave! (str+vigor+sta) (10 Again)
6, 2, 1, 1, 8, 1, 7, 7, 2, 1
1 success

[Brenn Lawrence]

The cab refused to move, no matter how hard she pulled, it's metal bottom buckling uselessly against the cliff edge. Taking a moment to re-set her footing, the young Haunt heaved backwards once more. The metal back of the RV gave and pulled free with a screech, fooling Brenn into thinking she had managed to shift the RV backwards. Eye's alight with triumph, her mouth open to shout in triumph, before she realized that the massive weight was shifting forward as the metal in her hands detached itself from the RV.

"Oh shit," she gasped.

[Max Heinz]

*Max waits for the passengers to exit, desperately scanning for a safe way down to the river. Nothing presented itself, leaving Max only one option: the hole created by the van as it went free-wheeling into the water. Every second spent dickering over a decision meant the "raft" was getting farther away.* Fuck it, I'm already dead... *Max sighs, throwing the taxi into reverse until the tail end smashes into the barrier on the other side of the road, lining the front of the car up with the cookie cutter gap in the opposite wall.

He slips the gear shift from "R" to "D", slamming down on the gas pedal. Half bald tires smoke, then squeal, and finally find traction on the asphalt; laying down a trail of rubber as the battered taxi speeds towards the same path the van had carved out seconds before. Up and over the road's shoulder, then straight down a 30 foot embankment of gravel and sand.

Max struggles to keep the taxi from fish tailing, sawing hard on the wheel even as he keeps the gas pedal pinned to the floor. Just before dry land gives way to river, there was a sharp upturn in the slope. Max resists the urge to throw out his best Luke Duke "Yee-haw!" as the cab hurdles itself into the air and out and over the dark waters of the river; trying to close as much distance as possible on the escaping box.*

[GB82]

Ajax

The Gangrel looks at the other car and then at the group of Haunts.

"That looked cool, up for an encore?"

Thomas O'Connor

Noticing that there is just enough of a slop to run down the Deputy begins sprinting, using celerity once he clears view of the road. The speed from his supernatural abilities get him down to the river quickly and he begins the chase of the box and the last homeless jerk.

1 vitae for celerity, Speed 56 ( celerity, vigor and sprinting )

[Nil]

Anasztaz was crouching now on the corpse of his fell victim, still biting and tearing although the man soul had left the body behind. There still was blood in there even if he wasn't fighting back.

As soon as he lets himself, he raises his head to reveal his bloodied visage. He smiled. He hadn't heard this song in so long...

"There's still survivors." he utters to Ajax, as he perks and listens intently at the night, hearing the moans, cries and prayers. He licks off his fingers and there was the hunger again.

He was tethering over the edge of delirium, but this is how he liked it. Not a surrender to the Beast, but a voluntary indulgence to its urges. A way to acknowledge it, but asserting control.

At this point there was no coming back. There could be no one left to tell the tale. For Anasztaz that worked out just fine, he had wished to listen to the song just for a little bit longer.

[Dean]

Hearing something snap, Anton glances to his right and sees Brenn holding a disembodied piece of metal. He grunts as he feels his joints begin to come apart and elects to heave the rust-fucked heap down into the bank, catching second wind and charging against the back of it with one brutish charge. The RV shunts forward over the bank, abruptly crushing two groaning hobos before they can pick their sprained bodies off the ground.

There's a fibrous, snapping sound as the Haunt's tendons realign around dead bones. Wordlessly, he holds out his arm for Grigoriev's blessing, draws his knife and jumps down atop the tipped truck, searching for stragglers to gut.