<strong>Name</strong>: Ayr Fairfang<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Main Room<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: None<br/><br/><br/>Ayr knew magic when he smelled it, sadly his lack of experience with demonic and devilish entities was telling. Before he could react the vampires were back on their feet, and splitting up. whatever happened they were faster. He'd never seen demons cast some sort of screwed up heal spell.<br/>Two shots rang out, the last two, and Ayr cursed his not going with extra large clip. He could not get them both, and so fired on the sister. Moving too swiftly she wispered as she ran, and her shadow split off forming a dark copy of herself. Luckally the real version of her took a hit to the arm and a grazing to the torso. Her arm flew away but the other held the chair, she swung, he dodged back. Only to be struck from behind by her shadow's rending claw. He did not simply dart away, instead the vampire viciously clawed at his back. It tore at his wings, but Ayr did not collapse, though he cried in pain.<br/>He turned quickly and swung his pistol for the creature's head, it ducked and Ayr felt the chair strike his back sending him to the floor. He mule kicked backward as he landed the impact and crack of bone breaking the sister's leg.<br/>Her brother got his revenge by booting Ayr in the jaw, had he been mortal, it probably would have shattered. Ayr hit the floor yet again.<br/>The Shadow vampire closed in, like the template it was copied from, she was afflicted with the sanguine thirst, and an archon, well it couldn't pass up such a fine wine of the vein. She grabbed Ayr by the wings pining him and drawing close. It was then that Ayr's flexibility, albiet gained in unsavory ways, worked to his advantage.<br/>The Shadow felt a grab at her waist, and only reaized too late that it was Ayr's ankles. "Never on the first date." he said with a smirk yanking the Shadow from him in some sort of strange suplex, then kicked it in the back with both feet sending him back. Meanwhile the sister had just finished snapping her bone into place, it had healed almost instantly. But she was suddenly struck with her now solid shadow.<br/>Ayr was up, drawing a pair of automatic pistols from god knows where, and spraying them down, emptying the clips into the two of them as they backed against an overturned table. When the guns finally stopped smoking, they were still moving, though being stuffed with seventy or more rounds of lead was certanly a hinderance.<br/>They lunged, one low, one high. Ayr jumped and the brother grabbed him by the midsection, trying to bite at his veins, and mutalating his sholder. Instead Ayr locked his legs behind the vampire, and cracked her spine sending them tumbling to the floor. The sister was just as fast no sooner had her shadow hit the floor than she met him with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head that knocked him off her brother.<br/>Ayr ducked behind a table as she drew her own weapon, an automatic, and opened up. He said a silent prayer and thank you before grabbing the table and charging.<br/>The wood was strong enough not only to withstand the bullets but to smash her into the wall, he pounded her with the table, over and over. Untill nothing above the torso remained except pulp. Her copy scrambled for the gun but Ayr swung the table side and down (he could not quite lift it over his head), and bringing it crashing down, edge first, on the shadow. It did not so much sever the neck as crush everything between the sholder blades. Eliminating the copy, and preventing the vampire's rebirth.<br/><br/>Finally with a moment to concentrate he manifested his blade of light, and ran full bore at the demon in the center of the room, his veins still pumping with aderline and rage.