† + The sudden flare-up of the flame-mouthed skeleton caused the Hellspawn’s eyes to widen. This was definitely a first. His cloak covered his face-less features in a act of self-defense. Leetha, the name of the symbiotic costume on the hellion’s body started shaking.
Quivering. The evil, the sin, the vile nature of some spirit was near. It fed off the hatred and pain of a tortured spirit. There was something about this man, this…thing, that was fueling K7 Leetha’s blood lust. The soul of the damned was close and Spawn had a guess of who it could be.
Ceiling boards fell down and Spawn followed the line-of-sight to the vampires. Clawed finger tips swam into the slimy fabric of his red tapestry and Simmons armed himself with a Barret M82 sniper rifle with a 300 round drum. He toted the firearm with a single arm.
† +With the all the chaos from above, Spawn was caught off guard. Arms penetrated the floorboards, clasping on to his ankles and dragging him into the basement. He landed with a 450 pound thud.
One of the attackers tried to jump on him and the Hellspawn replied by ramming the muzzle of the Barrett down his throat. Next, squeezing the trigger then blowing bluish-yellow slop across the earthen floor.
He said ‘same as any other vampire’, or tried to as least, as if it were obvious. As if Robbie fucked with Vampires everyday. Like Vampires were his speciality. His head snapped around to look at the hellspawn, if he had any eyes in his sockets, they would have been pleading with th other to impart some wisdom on him... perhaps explain how the fuck vampire exist.
Then again he was a skeletal ghost rider claiming lives, stood in a room with... some hellish thing that seemed to be a little annoyed at him for crashing his party. He was going to have to start putting his priorities in order.
He whispered to himself through the flames, whipping the chain out to wrap around the neck of one of the things charging him. It’s hands came up to try and free itself, only succeeding on making the weapon lock around it tighter. The metal heated quicky to a temperature that shouldn’t have been earthly possible and the vampire cracked away and fell into a dismantle pile of pieces and ash. The HellFire seemed to have that affect on everything it touched. Now that he thought about it he wondered whether he could get the scientists at SHIELD to work their magic on it, find out what gave it the power and extensive and unlimited energy.
As quickly as the entire situation began, The spawn was pulled away and down to the lower level of the building. Robbie stood still for a moment and then dashed forward, sending one glance down into the darkkness before returning his attention to the vampires gathering on his level.
“.... You alright down there, mate?”
