[b]As orange flame darted across the great city that was Dojoville, a move was being made. There was one building unscathed by the stupidly hot flames. It was a large, grey warehouse. Bigger than a large parking lot. Why was it so big? It couldn't hold anything that big, could it? No. It did not. It was just cheap. The large doors slowly slid open, to reveal a small group of people. They were numbered only four. Two of them wore the same outfit, perhaps it had something to do with ranking? The first of the figures to arrive outside was also the most infamous. It was the Vampire Hunter, as he was known. And that was all he was known for. His giant, white smile shining like a star from behind his wide-brim hat. His eyes burned like a huge, blue fire. His smile suggested that he loved, and relished in, every moment of this stupendous chaos. And he did. He loved it all. The suffering. The death. The gore. It was almost fetish-like with how much he loved it. Well, not just fetish-like. It was... Disconcerting to say the least. He wore an overcoat, pants, and gloves. All were made form the same course fabric. He had on a pair of black boots. At his sides were to pistols, huge hand cannons of devastation. They could easily tear someone in half with a few shots. They were a light gray metal, and had hundreds of carvings on them. One for each he'd killed. They were mostly Bible verses and holy words. He smiles a little wider, and licks his lips. The other person was dressed exactly as the Vampire Hunter, so only her blue eyes were able to be seen glowing. On her back was an anti-tank sniper rifle, but it was painted a deep navy blue. It was loaded with explosive shells this time, for crowd control. This was the Vampire Hunter's second-in-command, Huntress. The Huntress was the Vampire Hunter's chosen, his only living... Well. Let's not ruin the surprise. To this end, she was completely enamored and obsessed with him, and would follow every order without a single question. The next person was another man, but not nearly as tall as the Vampire Hunter. The man only stood at six feet tall compared to the Vampire Hunter's seven. He didn't have anything in common in appearance with the Vampire Hunter. He was dressed in a black robe that covered all his body, save the very end of his legs and arms. He had on white gloves and shoes. He wore on his neck a cross. He was a Catholic priest who'd shown himself an extremely productive member of the vampire-hunting community, and was admitted into their ranks. He used a blessed crossbow, one with bolts that contained holy water mixed with a bit of sodium on impact. Explosive holy water bolts. It melted vampires and ghosts alike. He had silver-tipped bolts for everything else, and the receiving end of a rapier for anyone who stood against him in close range. He adjusts his glasses, and runs his hands through his long hair. It goes down to his shoulders, and is a brown color. He also has a pretty good beard going on. He was here to smite some bloody heathens in the name of Jesus Christ! The last person was perhaps the most generic and forgettable. He was tall, at six-feet-five-inches, but still not as tall as the Vampire Hunter. This was Pierre, the greedy mercenary. He wore a brown duster, with a white shirt underneath. He wore black jeans as his pants. He just had a generic assault rifle with specialized bullets for killing undead monsters. Well... That was until the Vampire Hunter blew his damned head off without looking at him. The other two didn't even look over. The Vampire Hunter smiles even wider.[/b] "And out first blood was the filthy rat. I knew what he was doing all along. Helping the undead escape for a fee. I will not take incursion like this, you got that?" [b]The Vampire Hunter's voice was deep and mellifluous, like honey on he ears.[/b] Priest: "Oh... I get you." [b]The Priest's voice was of a higher pitch, and showed determination instead of the Vampire Hunter's mania.[/b] Huntress: "Crystal clear, zir." [b]The Huntress had a German accent, and her voice showed admiration and appreciation.[/b] Vampire Hunter: "Now... Huntress, you're with me. As are you, Priest. We're hunting tonight. Hunting many, many things. We're not just killing what we say we want to this night. At least, I'm not. I'm killing anything I see, and using its blood as fuel for my next blood orgy. Got it? Don't answer, don't get in my way." [b]The began to run off, the Vampire Hunter shooting certain civilians that seemed doomed to die, but would help the ones that stayed still. Get them out of danger, have Priest administer blessings. At least he wasn't just gunning them all down. But any dying person was shot down by him or Huntress.[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]