Street Fight!

Who: Doc, Kurt, Liadan, Jovie, Dessicant, Seven, Eben, and Evan
Where: Washington Street
When: night

This had officially gone on too long. In Doc's mind, it had been too far with the first death, but he knew that he'd been powerless to stop it at the time. He'd been trapped in the basement of his home, an intangible victim of his own power and the decisions he'd made for Eva's sake. There had been no choice for those first few days but to sit and wait, to listen to Teddybear's status reports and wonder if the twins would get in over their heads. Finally, they had... People were dying and those that were alive were trapped in their fear, resigned to hiding until the plague that had come to town forced them out. But that wouldn't be the case. It was time to do what he'd made a life out of, to cleanse this place the only way he knew how.

Barreling through town in his car with Kurt beside him, Doc's hands were white-knuckled on the steering wheel as he drove, grey eyes darting out of the window repeatedly in search of a starting point in his purging. He was furious, choked with righteous anger like he couldn't even remember feeling for decades. They touched my family... he thought, even his internal voice a snarl of rage as he drove. He'd prepared for this; cleaning and loading his shotgun with the last phosphorus rounds from a once-prosperous armory, strapping a machete to his hip, donning his tear-resistant vest and readying every other trick he had for a hunt. Part of him knew he'd need them all, and another hoped he'd have a chance to use every one of them on the leeches that he knew were out there. "Remember," he muttered to Kurt where he sat shotgun, "Head or leg with your shots. Central mass will hurt with Big Iron, but it won't slow them down for long." Though he knew it'd be longer than any conventional firearm. Reaching a hand from the wheel, Doc quickly scratched under the brim of the ski mask he currently had folded like a hat around his head. He was planning to get loud tonight, and no matter how much he knew it was right, there was still too much risk that came with the exposure. So when it came time? Doc wanted to be that masked man.

He slowed the car enough to swing around a corner, stomping on the gas again as they started down a hill towards Washington Street and the strip of local businesses that filled it up. It was the heart of downtown Marquette; close to the lake and ringed in with restaurants, bars, and shops. On any other night it'd be lit up and bustling with locals, but tonight it was dark with a combination of silent shops and broken street lights. It wasn't silent though, far from it. In the air there was the odd ring of gunfire, distant and sparse, and Doc had to hope it was other locals like him and Kurt rising up in defense of their homes. Somewhere behind them was another fire, no doubt the method that had been used to flush prey from their homes. Doc could see said 'prey' already in the distance, at the bottom of the hill and turning the bend onto the darkness of Washington in a frantic, exhausted run. Male or female, he couldn't tell, but he could see at least ten other darkened forms weaving around the runner, flushing across both sides of the street as they corralled and closed in their target's avenue of movement. Was it a trap to draw out would-be rescuers? It had to be with the way some of those shadowy figures stopped their chase in time with the approaching growl of Doc's car. But trap or no, he wasn't stopping. "Hang on," he said to Kurt, stepping down on the gas the rest of the way and quickly tugging his mask down over his features as the frame of the car buzzed and hurled them forward ever-faster. "We're gonna make it."

Eben was wandering. He knew in some fundamental sort of manner that he probably shouldn't be. But he'd wandered a while back, and was still doing so, following lines of chaos as he went. He kept moving them around, shoving them out of the way if they happened to stumble into his, and behind him, more randomness was occurring. Small things, here and there, like they always did around him. Though tonight, it just seemed like more. The chaotic masses around him were still so all encompassing that he was having a lot of trouble paying attention to oh...say things around him that were based in reality and not things only he could see. He looked like a sleepwalker as he moved, his stride slow and a touch jerky, and he was twitching a whole lot, as he could see things out of the corners of his eye and they would distract his attention, even if they were fleeting. He was unaware of the things in the shadows that were barreling towards him as of yet...their signatures lost in the mess of all the other ones, and Eben had no danger sense to speak of, and therefore was oblivious entirely to the person being chased, the vampires around them, and the car that was incoming.

Kurt was less strapped than Doc, though he had a machete and a protective vest as well. Big Iron was solid and heavy against his ribs, and he nodded at Doc's instructions. It had been difficult at first, for a couple of days, getting in touch with the man, and though he thought something had probably happened that he didn't know about, he'd responded immediately to Doc's call. Though it had pained him to do so, he hadn't risked going out at night alone; he hadn't known at all what they were dealing with, and that was an essential piece of the puzzle to have. The only experience he'd had so far with vampires came from Regan, and it was stunningly clear that this was something entirely else. There was no subtle manipulation here, it was just all out brutality, and while it didn't feel good to finally be able to help do something about it, he was ready for it. He moved one boot to brace against the floorboard more solidly as Doc rushed them toward the shadowy quick-moving figures. There was certainly going to be a jolt.

Most of the vampires cleared the direct path ahead of Doc, rushing onto Washington to be ready for this, to pursue their quarry, or to follow the new smell that was Eben. One in particular leapt at the car though, claws shrieking across metal as it grabbed onto the roof and pounded a clawed hand at the window. That was glass that wasn't about to give, Doc was certain. "Bad move, shitheel," he growled as he dropped a hand to the shifter in readiness. Pure speed would work against them, send them past the turn Doc was aiming for. He yanked the handbrake up as he cranked the wheel, whipping the car into a tire-screeching drift as the whole frame lurched faintly to one side. Ticking off the calculations in his head, Doc quickly dropped the car back into gear and stomped in the gas again, gunning up the momentum of the slide to smash one vampire with the broad side of the car and fling the passenger off into a wall with a crunch. He reined in the rest of the power slide, yanking up the handbrake again and reaching between their seats for his shotgun. "Let's do this," he snapped at Kurt, throwing open his door and moving onto the streets.

Like Eben, Dessicant was out on the streets solely because of the chaos. It was like wine was to a human, heady and exhilarating, and he just soaked it up, walking from shadow to shadow, watching the death and destruction. He had yet to intercept any actual vampires, himself-- tonight, anyway. They couldn't hurt him-- he healed even faster than they did, and they wouldn't know what to do with him, anyway-- and though he couldn't make a huge dent in their own numbers... why would he want to, unless it was to keep them off of him? He'd come to Marquette for demons and mayhem: demons he'd already had, and mayhem, well, that was what this was for. And he hadn't even had to create it, himself, which was the best thing of all.

Dessicant had watched the vampires with their running victim from an alleyway darkened by the lack of lights-- he'd honestly been considering pulling his gun and shooting the poor bastard's leg out from under him, or her, to let the vampires have their fun. Or maybe to ruin it, who cared? He was, however, distracted by the arrival of the car-- and moreso when one of the vampires hit the wall right beside the alley he was hiding in. Whoever was in that car had done some fancy driving, there, and was apparently coming to the rescue.

Interesting. The demon pulled his old six-shooter from the waistband of his pants and ducked a little further back into his alleyway. He wasn't sure, yet, just which of these little party-goers he was going to root for, and shoot for, but he'd decide shortly, he was sure.

Liadán had been witness to the driving herself. She'd set herself up on the roof of her place with a small arsenal of toys, mainly a shotgun, and dual blessed machetes on either hip for when things got close. And it wasn't hard to lure things onto the roof with her - fuckers were fast. The set-up was working well for her though, and giving her a bird's eye view of some of the chaos around her. She whistled at the driving, keeping an eye on them as she blew a bubble with her gum. "Ten points," she gave, cocking her gun as she saw a bloodsucker coming out of the shadows towards the car. She fired, shot connecting with a kneecap and taking them down for a moment. She looked around for a moment to make sure no one was close, and...

Fuck, is that a kid? She stared for a moment before mentally cursing and turning back to the vamp at hand. Not my jurisdiction. She'd do what she could to make sure he didn't make an easy meal of himself in front of her, but she just couldn't worry about him now. What the fuck was he doing out, anyway?

There were voices everywhere. Jovie was listening to them all, cursing as she walked through her ransacked shop, trying to assess the damage. Fucking vampires. She knew she should have stayed in past sunset, but hell if she was going to leave her shop open to the pasty bloodsuckers another night. The chaos down the street seemed to be building, and when she heard tires squeal, she finally grabbed the gun she kept in the small safe in her office, and a wooden stake she had created the night before - just in case. Leaving her shop, she walked with purpose down the street, sorting through the voices in her mind. Someone pointed out there was a kid... somewhere. She kept her eyes open and alert. Generally she wouldn't have given a flying fuck about anyone else in the town, but she was pretty pissed and if taking out a few vampires - or attempting to - made her feel better, she was glad to throw caution to the wind.

Kurt slid out of the car seconds after Doc, drawing Big Iron as he did so. The vampire that had been flung into the wall was starting to get up, only stunned a little from the impact. The huge revolver roared in his hand for the first time, finding it's target without his even having to aim all that much. The special rounds Doc had given him had it's head exploding into a mess against the wall of the building, which was pretty fucking impressive for a couple of seconds. His attention was drawn to the vamp who hit the ground in a skitter, felled by a shotgun blast from god knew where. He passed it over for another pair of them racing up from a slightly different direction. Until this ammunition ran out, anything but headshots were a waste, so that was what he worked on. "Think we've got assistance," he called over his shoulder to Doc, not taking his eyes off of his side of the street.

"We'll buy them a drink later," Doc said back through his ski mask, raising his shotgun and turning towards the back of the car to focus on stragglers. He knew he'd saved these last few shells for so long for a good reason. Most hunters packed magnesium for firebrand rounds, and they were impressive cones of flame that normally killed a target, regardless of what it was. But these leeches were tough, from what he'd heard. They deserved the white phosphorus rounds he'd loaded. He held off from shooting immediately, waiting for two to move closer as they worked around his car, then snapped the trigger in. The heat was instantly palpable in the gun's frame as it launched what looked like a miniature meteor storm, spewing forth a volley of phosphorous pellets that lit up with white flame as they traveled. One vampire caught the brunt of them, his hair and clothing catching instantly, his flesh following suit as the pellets lodged in. The other was luckier, his arm getting peppered by the blast that quickly sent fire racing across his clothes. Doc knew better than to count him as finished, and he quickly racked another of the two remaining shells he'd loaded. He could hear low snarls emanating from between the buildings on either side of he and Kurt's position, and it was a grim thought, but Doc knew he was going to need both shells and as much help as their mysterious 'assistance' could offer.

It was harder to ignore gunfire and all that, so Eben turned to look up the street and his eyes widened a little bit at the scene. He could also see...blurs? What was that? He stood there, sort of...not quite registering the fact that maybe he should kind of sort of not be standing there anymore. Everything seemed to be getting closer, but watching the lines of chaos blossom out from the entire mess distracted him far too much for him to take discernible action.

So the "heros" had help-- whether it was enough remained to be seen. Dessicant was never a proponent of a fair fight, but he was a big fan of a long, drawn out, and exciting to watch fight. One where lots of people died. Maybe he'd play both sides of the fence, at least until someone wized up and realized he was there.

Dessicant loosed two small, but potentially troublesome curses, one right after the other. The first he cast on that older gentleman's gun, specifically on the trigger, to make it stick-- his intention was that pulling it might or might not actually work, or it might shoot two rounds instead of one. Whether a small, shoddy curse like that would hold, the demon didn't know and didn't care, because he was already cursing the nearest vampire's shoe, also to stick... but to stick to the ground. As she attempted to rush the two at the car, she tripped and knocked into another pair of undead, the epitome of badly-timed clumsiness.

Grinning widely, Dessicant checked the chamber for his old pistol and considered who he might shoot first. Possibly that pretty lady coming down the opposite sidewalk... or the kid standing stock-still even further down. Decisions, decisions....

Jovie was walking at more of brisk pace now, her intent on the vampires ahead as her finger stayed steady on the gun, her other hand tightening around the wooden stake. A pathetic little weapon compared to what the other two guys ahead had, but fuck it, at least she'd try, right? A voice filtered through the chaos and she blinked, turning to look around for where it came from. She'd be damned if some asshole tried to off her in the midst of all this. Unable to find the source of the voice, Jovie looked back toward the mess to see the kid standing there in shock, or stupidity, she couldn't be sure. She considered running toward him and getting him out of the way, but he wasn't her problem. The vampire suddenly in front of her, snarling with it's long fangs was. She lifted her gun to shoot it in the face, pulling the trigger and feeling the impact of it sending jolts of excitement through her body. She followed it up quickly by shoving the stake deep into the vampire's heart, her eyes flashing happily as she listened to it squeal like a fucking pig and then drop to her feet. She tugged the stake out and lifted a hand to brush her hair away from her face. That was exhilirating and she was more than eager to do it again.

It was starting to get crowded down there, plus the fact that Liadán hadn't expected masked dude to unleash something that fuckin' shiny and distracting. She ditched the shotgun for the M40 sniper rifle with telescopic sight. Too many people on the ground, she was probably more useful this way for now. She lined up on her next target, further down the street, and shot for the center of its forehead.

The blurs were still coming. And all of a sudden, there were lines of chaos coming in from everywhere. It was beautiful. Eben could see it all and they were all tangled together, knotting and sliding in from so many different directions. And...he started to tug at some of them. Shifting probability just a little. Like the probability that one of those blurthings tripped and found it's face grinding into the pavement at rapid speed. Seeing everything like he was gave him the utterly false illusion that he was separate from the events going on around him, which would be proven in incredibly short order.

Kurt, attention spanning around as it was, didn't miss the kid either. Who was just ... just standing there in the middle of all this shitstorm and not doing anything. He couldn't let that be. "Going left!" he called to Doc, taking off at a slightly-hunched run in Eben's direction without waiting for an answer. A vampire tried to rush him from the side, but Big Iron found it's mark. As the leech hit the ground sliding and still scrabbling to attack, Kurt unsheathed the machete and whacked hard enough to take it's head off in one go, not slowing down much to do so. He was almost to the kid. Now, the question of what the fuck he was going to do with him once he got there.

Doc hadn't seen Eben yet, he was too focused on the newcomer vampires scrambling out onto the streets to spare a glance. Shotgun still tucked against one shoulder, he snapped a glance to follow Kurt's movement and quickly spotted his goal, jaw setting as he looked back to an encroaching clump of three, all fangs and claws as they rushed him. "Get him to the car!" Doc bellowed, setting his feet and squeezing the trigger. Which was when Dessicant's curse made itself known, igniting the chambered shell inside the shotgun and turning the barrel white-hot in Doc's hand. "Son of a bitch!" he snapped, releasing it to let the weapon hang in one hand. Seconds ticked down with no room for strategy, and without it Doc simply did what had earned him the notice of beings like Mourning Star. He acted.

Rushing in towards two of his attackers, he twisted on one foot to step between them and enacted his phantom wings with a blink, shearing one vampire in half from hip to armpit. There wasn't a moment to savor the wet impact of it's two halves on the street as Doc twisted around the other, suddenly behind it with his smolderingly hot shotgun dangling in one hand. He roared brutally, lunging with every bit of demonic strength and ramming the superheated steel through the vampire's back. He let go the moment he could smell dead flesh sizzling, yanking his machete free and lopping the monster's head from it's shoulders. But there had been a third moving in, a third vampire that crashed into him without warning, claws raking across his arm and yanking the blade from his hand. Doc let the weapon go, ignoring the fire in his arm and desperately grabbing the vampire's wrist, then twisting it's arm back in a shoulder-lock that probably would've cost a human the use of the limb entirely.

Jovie was clearly out of her depth in the midst of everything else going on, but she didn't bother letting that slow her down. She was finding shooting vampires several times in the face was effective, if not entirely fatal but it slowed them down. And staking their undead bodies with a bloody piece of wood was quite disgusting. She heard one of the men ahead yell about the kid and turned to see the older man lop the head off of one of the vampires. They were concerned about the kid? Jovie began to run toward him as the vampires seemed to have focused on the two men, determined to take the biggest threat out first. "Hey," she shouted to the dark haired teen as she neared him. "Hey! Move!" She had no idea if he could even hear her, but hell, if a vampire got to him first, at least she tried. She was trying to shift through the voices in her mind to find his. He had to be somewhere, didn't he?

Oh, this was good. Dessicant watched with a still-growing smile as everyone went madly about on their own little missions-- as his curse actually worked, as people yelled and fought and chaos bloomed everywhere. He thought for another second, then aimed his own gun at the one that seemed to be causing the most damage but who he hadn't cursed yet: the big brunette. He and the woman were both running towards the boy, but only one was going to reach him. Dessicant leveled the pistol, aimed for a kneecap, and quite casually pulled the trigger.

Eben was still watching everything like it wasn't actually happening right next to him. Then suddenly he was noticing someone speaking to him, and his eyes refocused on Jovie for a minute. He frowned at her, what was she saying? "I'm sorry?" he asked, as a sort of 'pardon?' even as the chaotic mess around him seemed to explode all the more. He saw one in particular going for Jovie, a line that was coming in from behind and to her right, so he yanked that line, and a vampire that was incoming narrowly missed her, speeding too fast beyond and misjudging it's target.

Liadán was doing her part with the herd of vampires, knowing what she did wasn't going to be a killshot, but slowing them down for those on the ground was enough for now. Until another shot caught her attention, and she realized that someone was shooting at one of the guys from the car. The fuck? She frowned, and turned her gun on him. Again, she didn't go for a killshot, she aimed for the knee. Eye for an eye, really.

Kurt was headed for the boy, taking in the fact that there was a woman heading for him as well, when pain exploded in his leg. He bit back a yell, and stumbled, tumbling down in a mess of long limbs and sliding for a few feet across the pavement. They had guns as well? That hardly seemed a good sign. Gritting his teeth, he reached down with his free hand -- the machete having slid free at some point -- and put pressure on the wound. He abandoned watching the kid to take up darting his eyes around in every direction he could. He was down and vulnerable, and that was decidedly Not Good. As it didn't look like there was anything coming right for him, Kurt started to try and pick himself back up.

Only a handful of seconds had passed since Doc had tangled his last foe in a joint lock, but already he could see things spiraling out of control. Some part of his peripheral vision caught the sight of Kurt going down, but lost him as he fell. It was the same muted, reflexive part of him that was picking out details like the reflections of muzzle-flash from somewhere higher up, or the dark-haired woman close to Kurt picking off straggling vampires one by one. Doc didn't know her, though, and so long as the shots weren't coming his way he didn't worry about the gunfire sporadically raining down. No, he had things like a handful of vampire to deal with instead. He twisted back as the monster lashed awkwardly with it's free hand, following the motion with a yank that brought it to the ground.

Doc pulled a multi-tool from his belt with familiar quickness, snapping out the miniscule knife it contained and lunging down to bury it in the vampire's throat. Decapitation with a knife like this was a fool's dream, but the gaping throat wound he carved open would at least slow this one down. Which, as it turned out, he needed as yet another vampire rushed out and slammed into Doc with claws flailing. He felt them rake at his vest as he fell, thinning the material but not penetrating, then suddenly flashing higher to rake along his neck and jaw, carving through the ski mask. "Motherfuck!" he roared in surprise, twisting under his attacker and flipping between folding tools quickly, then lashing out with a pair of pliers. Doc led them in with an elbow to his foe's chest, pushing the vampire back enough to let him lock them around the bridge of the undead woman's nose with a crunch. He somehow found the time to love the shock in her eyes in the split-second they shared before he yanked them forward with a sick tearing sound, ripping the bone and cartilage free. With a twist and a flex of his will, Doc's wings carved her head free as he spun to look back at where Kurt had been, desperate to find his partner amidst the chaos.

"You need to RUN," Jovie shouted again to Eben, louder this time, a hint of frustration and impatience to her tone. Jesus, he was just standing there, as if waiting to get slaughtered. Or worse, she would get taken down first. What. The. Hell? No way was she going to get hurt for some suicidal teenager. Jovie nearly reached out to grab Eben's elbow and tug him somewhere out of the way from all of this, but then there was the gunshot. Whoever had been thinking of shooting her had shot someone else - one of the men with the effectively handy guns. Her attention shifted from the teenage kid to the man who was trying to get up. Jovie could already see blood pooling at his knee. Now what was she supposed to do? The other man was looking for the injured one... if that was his voice. There were so many of them in her head and she didn't have the patience or mind to block them out at the moment. She just wanted to get inside somewhere safe. This had been a big, big mistake. "Over here," she shouted, pulling away from the kid and rushing over to the man trying to get up. Jovie was small, and she knew she wouldn't be overly effective to help the bigger man, but she reached out to try and help him anyway before the vampires began to swarm again. Which they were. God. This was so the last time she helped anyone. She knew better. She really, really did.

It was hard to completely surprise an old, canny demon with a sense for when he was in danger. Sure, Dessicant was in danger this whole time-- at any moment, a vampire could see him, or one of the "good guys" could see him and draw attention to him. There was a low-level buzz in his mind that, for once, was making things more of a thrill: he was well-fed, drunk on chaos, in the best shape he'd been in, in months, and there was death and destruction all around him. A little danger just made it more fun.

But then the danger spiked, from something in the background and ignorable to something very present, distracting, and needing to be dealt with now. Except Dessicant didn't know why. The only thing he could do, in that second from when the danger presented itself and then was acted upon, was cast his eyes around once to note the lack of vampires charging towards his hiding place and then, in the hopes of avoiding whatever his new threat was, throw himself somewhere that was not where he was. He chose to throw himself backwards and away from the fight, further into his alleyway, and the bullet that had been aimed for his knee instead passed right though his calf.

"Bloody pits-damned hell!" he growled as first, it hurt far more than it should have, and second, it didn't heal. That was no ordinary bullet-- that was a blessed bullet. Pits take it all, that was going to take days to go away! And now a couple of the vampires were turning to see what had made that noise behind them. His cover was blown, and he either had to flee or fight.

So Dessicant, the old and canny demon, went for flight. Nobody ever said he was afraid to run away.

Eben's gaze followed Jovie, over to Kurt, and it was probably the sight of blood that snapped him slightly out of it. Not that Eben was ever really locked into the here and now so well, and especially in light of everything else he was almost what one would call fucked--but it helped. He also moved, starting to follow her over to Bleeding Guy. He saw a blur start in towards them from their left, and stopped. Chaos was threadding all around him and he pulled again, yanked the strings of fate. Now, the effect that it had did in fact stop the vamp. Nothing alive or dead really liked having a whole lot of electricity pumped through it's system. Unfortunately, the way that happened was the powerline that ran above them abruptly snapped. Which meant there was a live wire dancing about, even as it dropped the vampire that had been going for the two in a fried, really dead lump.

Kurt felt a woman's hands on him, and immediately didn't like that implication. He pushed at her, but not hard, as she was a tiny thing anyway. "Go!" he shouted above the chaos. "Run!" She'd been right about not being able to help much; he knew just by looking at her that there was no way she'd be able to support his weight. So it was back to picking himself up. Or was about to, when suddenly light was flying everywhere. Out of pure instinct, he grabbed Jovie and pulled her down with him, putting his body over her's and covering both of their heads. Only it wasn't an explosion. There was no impact. He looked up and saw the wire lashing about like some crazed electrified snake. He saw it slam into another vampire that jolted and dropped to the ground, smoking. Holy Jesus. He started to scramble up again, pulling the small woman along with him as best he could. "Up! Get inside!"

Liadán just about pissed herself when the line snapped, and jumped about a mile as it fell and began its dance. Thankfully, she was above it now, but it had effectively scared the hell out of her when it went. She frowned, and tried to briefly make sure that the three closest to it were safe before she started shooting again.

Down the street, Doc had a handful of seconds to breathe. He felt blood running freely from the cuts on his neck and jaw, soaking into the ski mask. He could hear low growls and snarls from a few vampires nearby, playing it more cautious in regards to the dead littering the ground around him. Then the line snapped, sparks jumping, and Doc smiled viciously through the torn mask. His powers worked best when there was a coincidental source that they could be pinned on, and a downed power line? Was ideal. Focusing quickly, he wrestled his will against the surge of electricity in the air to direct the thrashing line like a limb of his own, flailing it down like a whip to drag a protective arc around Kurt and Jovie as two vampires tried to rush them. With a thought Doc curled it back, making the line hiss and jump as it stuck squarely on one of the two and surged through.

Watching, Eben saw the woman who had spoke to him to move and the guy she'd run to suddenly...wow there was a lot more going on. And it was thus that he was distracted even more, everything round him seeming to eat the world up with bright everything. So he really didn't see it when a vamp slammed into his back, dropping him to the ground face first with no time to put his hands out to try and catch himself, and quite suddenly the world exploded out with a whole lot of pain. So much that really for the first few seemingly endless moments, it really just felt like heat. Like someone had dumped hot water down his neck and back, then his shoulder. His face wasn't happy with him, the road biting away the skin on his cheek up by his eye, and around it, into his eyebrow. One coherent thought seemed to drift through the chaotic mess in his head and that was: This can't be good.

Jovie's body ached where the big guy had grabbed her to the ground. She could understand why he did it, but goddamn she was already feeling incessant throbbing through her bones. She was trying to get inside, as the guy was yelling, but then there was electricity and light and chaos around them and she shrieked, lifting her hands up around her head instinctively. "What the hell is going on?" Getting inside didn't even feel like an option anymore. Hot, sticky death was looking more and more imminent and never ever again was she going to help anyone if she got out of this. Peeking over her hands, she saw the vampire knock the boy to the ground and she batted against the big guy's arms. "Hey!" She pointed, wondering if she could get to the teenager while the electricity was taking out the vampires around them. She'd drag that kid by the hair into a nearby home just to be able to scream at him for standing around like an idiot and getting her into this mess. She began to push away from Kurt to get to him before the vampire took a chunk out of the kid's neck. That was one image she refused to carry around with her for the rest of her life and she had no idea who else could get there in time, if that kid was as helpless as he seemed.

Evan got there before Jovie did, appearing out of the night and barreling into the vampire, knocking it flying. They'd heard the commotion from a aways away and Seven had taken off into the night - he knew she'd be around here somewhere, but he'd gone for the kid - the last thing they needed round her was more fucking vampires. Or more victims. He broke the vampire's neck in a quick twist before starting in on a good old fashioned beheading to make sure that it stayed dead. He'd gotten good at that over the last couple of days.

Seven was in fact nearby. And just as another vamp was heading for Evan's back and the prone kid, she darted out of the shadows to blindside it, crashing right into it to knock it to the side, knees in it's ribs making an audible crack as her body weight landed squarely there as they hit. From there there was a flash off of the bonesaw she always carried, and it buried itself in the vamp's neck almost before it really understood what the fuck hat hit it. And, much like she had previously, she sliced through fast but used a good kick with both feet to the bottom of it's jaw to send the head skittering off towards the gutter.

Kurt let the woman go when she wanted to. There was too much else to process, like the whipping wire of electricity and the scent of burnt-out flesh from the vampires, and even more people, and the incredible pain in his leg. He was managing to keep his upright balance, but he was going nowhere fast. So while he had a couple of seconds, he reloaded Big Iron, and just started shooting. It wasn't taking them down anymore, the exploding rounds were gone, but it was slowing the ones who were on their way to him, just before the electric wire slammed into both of them. Glancing around, he tried to spot a building that could offer some cover. He'd become a liability, he shouldn't be out in the open like this. But everything was commercial, it looked like, and therefore no protection against vampires. Still, he started a pained slow hobble backwards toward the car. It'd be some cover.

New faces on the streets meant potential trouble, but with the way Doc saw vampires drop either dead or wounded, he wasn't worrying over them yet. For one, he was busy with the vampires who'd taken a cautious second to flank him. And second? Well, he saw Kurt limping back in his direction, Big Iron roaring in the German man's hand. The streets weren't clear by any means, Kurt's weapon was slowing his attackers but not felling them. With a growl and a clenched fist at either side, Doc waited until the two leeches behind him moved before doing the same. His feet left the ground, wings coalescing transparently and suddenly snapping him forward as the two vampires leapt on empty air. It was dizzying to go from stationary to speeding that abruptly, but Doc did his best to cope as he hurtled forward. He dipped low, shearing a vampire's leg off below the knee in passing, then twisted higher to snap an arm off one and a head from another. Doc's wings cut out as abruptly as they'd appeared, boots scraping on pavement as he dropped near Kurt and slapped a hand on the grip of his Hell-forged pistol.

"Move!" he snapped, "Cleared you a channel! Watch your right, I'll cover left!" He was still loathe to draw the gun, as much as he was to ignite his wings or even show his face; but if things got dire enough? Well, there'd be no good reason to hide, would there?

Eben was still feeling a hell of a lot of pain, but when the weight was off of his back, he rolled onto his back, and looked wide eyed at the people...welll, up and slaughtering other people. He tried to make sense of it, really he did, but...there was so much going on around him that he didn't even know where to start on that score. Though he was thinking that he should probably get inside somewhere. He didn't know where, but somewhere. He looked around for the woman, and back again at a chick with...was that a saw? And there was a dude flying? For a few moments, Eben really had to wonder if he had in fact totally fucking lost his shit. He usually accepted things fairly easily, but this was a lot to take in at once.

The big guy with the gun was off shooting again and Jovie's hands seemed to be permanently around her face to cover herself, not like that would be entirely effective against a bullet, or a vampire for that matter. Her own gun had run out of bullets a long time ago and in the chaos, she was sure she was going to end up staking an actual human if she got caught up in that. Turning to run back to the boy, she grabbed his hands to tug him to his feet. "Come on," she ordered frantically. "Let's get somewhere safe." She didn't know where but they'd find a place. At least until the gunfire and crazy lights and screams were over.

The flying wasn't lost on Liadán either. She hadn't allowed herself time to stare, but it had shocked her. Which she realized two seconds later was ridiculous. Look where I am. This town got weirder everyday.

She forced herself to shift focus, taking another shot before looking down at the people on the street. The chick and the kid who looked like they definitely didn't belong there, mainly. She sighed, switched for a handgun, and ran over to the ladder at the side of the building. She slid down to the ground and went out front, taking a shot at the nearest vamp as she made her way to her door and started looking for her keys. "Over here!"

Kurt didn't have the brain room to reconcile Doc flying. And apparently slicing through vampires as he went. The man could appear out of thin air when he wanted to, that didn't bear thinking about right now. Instead he obeyed the barked order, an watched his right while he tried to move as quickly as he could. Which wasn't terribly fast with a bullet lodged behind his kneecap. He fired at what he saw moving, hoping others were capable enough to finish them off.

Evan didn't pay a whole lot of attention to what everyone else around him was doing. He had vampires to kill and he figured everyone else could take care of themselves. He wasn't here to save or be saved - fuck, he wasn't even getting paid for this shit. He tackled another vamp as it tried to run after one of the others, taking surprise over speed, revelling in the fight.

Doc was perched on the balls of his feet, ready to lash out at any of the growling sounds still filling the street around him as he watched Kurt hobble back towards the car. The battle was still raging, though the appearance of the two new hunters was a definite blessing. Still, he was running low on options to fight back. Powers, a demonic pistol, and wings that he knew had already attracted attention were what remained; and once again Doc was glad he'd grabbed a ski mask, even if it was currently torn along one cheek and sopping up his own blood.

"Oh hell," Doc muttered as he saw a vamp break from the pack to rush at Kurt from behind, easily overtaking the man's wounded limp. "C'mon you sons of bitches!" he roared, yanking the oversized pistol from his coat and letting it light up with blue flame, "Take a bite of this!" Doc worked the weapon fast, fanning the hammer to fire off two shots that trailed fire and punched fist-sized holes through their target, dropping him in the street. The moment he'd fired, he was already holstering the weapon again. Not that it mattered at this point.

Eben looked over and all he knew was some woman was calling people over. So! Right then. He scrambled to his feet, and started in her direction--not that he was moving so well. He wasn't. He also felt kind of dizzy. And cold. And everything was still completely bright and too chaotic for him to see around. He tried, though. He didn't especially want to die. That would suck. He'd never see Sammy or Stacey again. He liked them. There were other people too. There were things to do. So, he pushed it, and tried to get over to the woman faster. He made it, though he was fairly sure that the chick with the saw jumped on another vampire that was about to tackle him. As he looked back, he noted yep. That's exactly what happened. Shit.