Johnny shook his head and rolled over, promptly falling off the bed. "Gawd, what do you care. He supposedly raped you, remember? Decide whether you hate him or not. I'm sleeping." He wasn't actually sleeping by that point, of course, but he didn't want to fight vampires before waking up fully. Besides, a different and sudden urge came over him as his mind slowly woke up. "Ugh, to be a vampire and not have to pee..." With that, he was up and stumbling like a drunk toward the bathroom door.

~X~

Outside, Derrick continued his approach on the fight, stopping a dozen or so feet from the group. He was waiting for them to make the first move.

"Damnit boy, let me relieve my bladder and I'll see what I can do, okay??" Derrick didn't care that he wasn't even in his thirties yet, and that he wasn't nearly as old as his companions, at the moment, he was the oldest acting creature present in the room. "Not that a few vampires could hurt the old cat, I'm sure. I'd doubt he'd even used one of his nine lives yet." Johnny shakes Virsat off his arm, leaving the door open as he relieved himself and washed his hands and face to wake up fully. He shakes his head, knowing the young vampire was positively freaking out in the main room. He opted to hold off on the shower, knowing that Virsat wouldn't let him take one.

Leaving the bathroom, he glares at Virsat. "I'll help him on one condition." He makes no move toward the door until Virsat says the magic words.

~X~

"Now why would I listen to some half baked rogue like you?" He grinned, his fangs catching the light around them and glinting out from the shadows that seemed to surround him. "Not that I'd expect you to know all your elders fledgling, you should at least know who killed you." He draws the sword in front of himself, flicking it to the side and sending reflections toward the group of miscreants. "My name is Derrick and my job is slaying filth."

When the moron tried to punch him, he ducked under him, arcing the sword's blade over his head, the metal twanging slightly as it severed the bones in the attacker's arm. "Shall we begin then?"

The man screamed as his arm flew a few feet away from him. Silver. It burned his wound and in his mind. He continued to scream for another minute before hunching over in a fit of manic laughter. "You! You actually think silver can kill me?!" he was still in pain but it wouldn't be so for long. His arm might not heal back because of a small reaction to silver but he could reattach it later on as long as he let blood flow back into it. "I'm not that pathetic!" with his remaining hand he reached for a gun on his belt. He fired two shots at Derrick's chest. They had silver bullets as well.

Now the rest of the group had drawn their weapons. They didn't think it would be necessary against the human but now there was a real threat. While the two remaining males had guns as well, the girl had a silver sword. It was practical for vampires and werewolves to carry silver weapons. Especially if they frequently fought with other non-humans.

Ty and Vince remained unfazed by the assault on their team member, continuing to watch from the side. Meanwhile, Kyla used this opportunity to back away even further from the fight. Running would be pointless since the others would most likely chase after her anyway. At least she wouldn't be in range of any blindingly swift attack and hoped that the others would keep their focus on a new nuisance instead. But should he get in trouble too, she still had her silver dagger. She would just have to behead the unaffected Delilah if she survived the fight.

Derrick looks down at his chest, the grin still on his face widening as the silver started to ease out of his flesh. "You know, being more than two hundred years old has it's advantages." The slugs made a ringing bell sound as they bounced on the pavement at his feet. "Oh, silver doesn't hurt, by the way, just thought you should know." He moves close to the one armed bandit, driving his sword deep into the rogue's ribcage. "It's not just silver. It's also a sword. And it cuts." He jumps to the side, dragging the sword through the rogue's body in the process, heading toward one of the other young vampires.

~X~

Johnny pulls on his boots, noticing that Derrick's boots were indeed missing. At the sounds of gunfire, he turns to Virsat once more. "The condition is this. You must believe Derrick and myself when we say that the kiss he gave you was not meant to harm you or to lead up to harming you. He didn't mean to scare you. If you can believe that, I'll join the fight."

Even though he'd said that, Johnny was getting worried about the old cat out there fighting against unknown numbers. "Also, you have to stay in here, they'll probably be using silver in their guns." He grips Virsat's shoulders, forcing him to look in Johnny's eyes. "Will you abide the condition I laid out for you?"

~X~

He was charging toward the female with pellet wounds marking her abdomen, the sword to his side, ready to be drawn up in a skyward slash. His arms tense as he gets closer, pulling the sword up as he came in close with the female. Already Derrick's eyes held a fighter's blood lust. His inner wildcat hunter was enjoying the fight. The bloodshed.

Delilah allowed herself to be cut by the blade and used this time to swing her own sword at his neck. "You think silver affects me as well? I'm just like you!"

The two behind her, however, jumped back and aimed their fire at the man's legs and arm, hoping to injure his joints so he at least wouldn't be able to move. They knew the bullets could just come back out if they got lodged in his flesh but the joints were less dense than the chest and the bullets could easily come out the other side. If they got enough bullets through fast enough, they could shoot off a limb.

Derrick dodges the bullets as best he can, one or two of them clipping the sides of his legs as he swings the sword back down, reversing the arc, and sending the blade deep into the shoulder, collarbone, and spinal column on the downward arc of his thrust. "Silver edged or not, moron, it's still a sword. It still cuts." He rips the sword out, knowing the girl wasn't dead, and spins quickly, taking her head off in one clean swipe of the blade. "Next?"

~X~

Johnny nods, patting him on the top of his head gently. "Good boy. Stay here, stay hidden, and stay away from the windows." He bolts from the room, going to his own bike and getting a set of knives from the side pockets, and a plasma sword from a place on the side of the bike. He wasn't fond of the sword, since it emitted radiation that made his fur glow for a couple days after he uses it, but it did the job well enough.

Seeing as he was more humanoid than Derrick, he had some trepidations about leaping off the second floor, but he didn't want to run down all the stairs. He settled on running to the landing and leaping the rest of the way down. In moments, he'd drawn the plasma sword, the green blade arcing out of the titanium hilt, and was slicing through one of the wolves firing on Derrick. "How many times do I have to save your ass, you old cat?"

Derrick doesn't acknowledge Johnny's arrival, but he moves into position that is best for when two people are fighting many. "You can worry about if my ass is saved or not when they aren't moving anymore."

Johnny turns to glare at the girl they were trying to save. "You took their car?! How could you be so stupid?" He stabs down into the injured male's head with his sword, burning through the skull easily, killing him quickly. He turns his attention to the vampire and the giant wolf. "I just recently turned twenty-three, and I'm easily taking down your lackeys. Age only allows for a few advantages in fights." He'd heard Derrick mention his age earlier. He leaps toward the other gun wielding 'lackey', bringing the plasma blade up in an arc in the process, removing the rogue's right side from his left.

Derrick whistles appreciatively. "I think that's a resounding 'no' from the wolf here. And I've never been too good at joining up with the crime syndicates, or staying in one place for too long for that matter." He flashes out of existence beside Johnny, and runs toward the giant wolf, leaping from handhold to handhold as he climbs the side of the creature. "Hey Johnny! Think this thing will feed us for awhile?"

Johnny laughs, turning off the sword for a moment to cool off his hand. The downside to the plasma blade was that it made his hand hot after extended uses. "You wouldn't want to eat that. Who knows where it's been!" He flips on the sword again, following Derrick's lead and running for the huge wolf. "Size isn't everything, you know. Hey Derrick, think maybe he's compensating for something?"

Derrick laughs from on top of the huge wolf's head. "Does it matter? Lets just kill it so we can leave this place."

Dodging gracefully the she-wolf attacked again, this time gripping onto the scruff of his neck digging into the flesh. She growled and ripped an ear off, she was a couple feet shorter then him in this form, but she could still jump high enough to get a good grip. She ripped and yanked at what ever skin she could get, dodging blow after blow, getting cut a few times by just the tip of his claws.

"If you want to live i suggest you get back" My voice comes out at almost a whisper and yet it was oddly the easiest thing to hear here as i seem to materialize out of the shadows right behind the startled female. "this fight will not be an clean one" i murmer in the same tone as my icy gray eyes take in the fight in front of me. a black t-shirt is hanging loosly off my shoulders contrasting strangly with my short gray hair. and tight rugged, faded blue jeans. two twin scimitars hanging off my belt however broadcasted loudly that i wasnt someone to try to pick a fight with. taller the the female i could easily see over the battle my hand moving with the same blinding speed of the vampire, every now and then, only to catch stray chunks of gravel flying at my face.

The punch threw Johnny across the street, dangerously throwing the arm holding the plasma sword all around, slicing through pavement and a lightpost before he landed. Not wanting to encounter a hit like that again, he shifts wolf, feeling the shattered ribs in his chest rejoining and realigning as they healed during the shift. He hated forcing a healing like that, as it wore him out in the long run, and the injuries never fully healed through the shift. After he was done shifting, the ribs on his right side were still broken in several places, but at least they weren't completely shattered. It was true what he'd said, his fur glowed a radioactive green. In his hand, the sword still glowed and sparked, the plasma still flowing from the pack at the bottom of the hilt. This day will never end, will it...

On top of the three-story wolf, Derrick leaps back as it shoves it's head into the building, not wanting to be crushed by the rubble from the structure. While he was sure beheading would kill him, he wasn't sure if he could die from something so stupid as being flattened against a building. He sheaths the sword on his back, making a point to try and stay on the wolf even as it jumps around trying to kill it's target on the ground. Tired of the game, he leaps to the ground when he's able and runs for cover. He'd never had to deal with a wolf this large before. He'd never even known they could get this big.

Johnny had turned off the sword, figuring that with his normal night vision and the glowing fur, he'd have no problems seeing Derrick and the female in the gloomy night. He approached her from behind, grabbing her roughly and running for the hotel. He winced a few times, grunting in pain as he carried her at a run on his hind legs. His ribs were taking a massive beating tonight.

Along the way, Derrick joins them in the race to get back to the room before being seen by anyone, and they leap to the second story without bothering with the steps. Johnny takes the woman inside while Derrick wheels the bikes into the room to hide them. "Where'd you put Virsat?"

((occ: grr i never relized how hard it is to talk in third person... looks at name.... darn and i have to type that out every timeT.T))

grinning Maiwynaera watches the two warriors run back into their room which she can see from her position against the wall; and, after taking their bikes into their room, shut the door quickly. "Run, run, little piggies, the big bad wolf is coming to get you" Maiwynaera thinks before then turning her head to look at her current master and his collegue. keeping her mouth shut as Maiwynaera had been taught for these past four years was quickly becoming tiring with these two, as she severally wanted to chide them for making rookie mistakes. The next instant Maiwynaera's face futher clouds as she doest remember how she know what such mistakes really are. Growling to herself in fustration is the only way Maiwynaera can express her growing aggrivation at not remembering who she was. Continues to stand there waiting for her masters to notice her and give her orders that she were to "obey"