Hunter listened with interest as Sebestian recounted the most well know parts of his history. Looked like his guess was right. "You're right," he answered, "I am indeed Hunter Antonescu and I came here today with the intention of walking into that room and slaughting them all. However, it seems that now I'll have to kill you too."

With that Hunter sprang into motion. He launched himself down the corridor and full speed, swinging a hard right, aiming to knock the man off his feet. Normally he would relish an oppertunity to fight another immortal. He'd savour it, draw it out, make it last. But today he had a lot to do and would be forced to cut this short. So he wouldn't be pulling his punches.

Holy Zeus, he’s fast.

Sebastian sidestepped and twisted his body. He didn’t have to move far, so he was able to dodge, barely. This was looking like it might have been a bad idea. Sebastian himself didn’t have super speed, but had trained his reflexes for so long that his body responded faster than a normal human almost without thinking about it. In this fight it looked like that wouldn’t give him an edge, but it might help a little if he played smart. It was like a dance. If he moved the right way, his toes wouldn’t get stepped on.

As he stepped and turned, he stuck his leg out, attempting to hook his foot around Hunter’s ankle as he passed. If Sebastian was quick enough, Hunter might trip.

At least he’s not as fast as Hermes.

The man dodge the blow, barely. He was fast, but Hunter was faster. As the ankle hook came Hunter stopped dead in his tracks and let the man hit. Taking the blow he the pushed back, aiming to sweep the mans leg up and knock him off balance. If successful he follow up with a kick at the man's supporting leg, looking knock him down.

The puzzle of who the Sebastian was still played on Hunter's mind. Were there time he'd like to sit the man down and talk, find out what he knew, how long he'd been alive and, most important of all, how he coped with the lose of mortals he love. Hunter had only experianced it once, and it nearly destroy him. In a couple of decades Paragon would grow old, and eventually die. Hunter didn't know how he would cope.

Sebastian knew the moves to the dance, but hadn’t counted in the speed of the Hunter’s reflexes. Sebastian hit his ankle, but his foot was forced back. His center of balance shifted back, but he went with it instead of fighting it. He swung his leg around, aiming hit foot at Hunter’s feet, hoping to get them tangled so he could knock him off balance, returning the favor.

Unsuprisingly the man was experianced. Seeing that he couldn't fight the blow he had moved with it, trying to drop Hunter as well. Abandoning his attack Hunter backflipped away, avoiding the counter and putting some distance between them. But he didn't stay parted for long for as soon as his feet touched the ground he launched himself at Sebastian aiming to tackle him to the floor where his superiour strnegth should allow him to beat the man into submission.

A back flip? It was an unnecessarily showy move. That move said something about Hunter, that it did. Sebastian used the split second Hunter was away to regain his balance and prepare for the next assault. The instant his feet touched the ground, he was charging back toward Sebastian. It had been a mistake to move away though. The farther away he was, the longer Sebastian had to see and react to the next move. Instead of sidestepping again or bracing himself for the impact, Sebastian completely relaxed his body, his arms in front of him. A relaxed body felt less impact than a tight one, because it spread the force out over a longer period of time, thereby cushioning the blow. When Hunter hit, Sebastian would roll backwards, pushing him off again as they rolled.

Sebastian had relaxed, meaning that the impact of the blow had done him little damage. However, while they were together Hunter went to bite down on his arm, fangs extended. The backflip was a flashy move, one that have given Sebastian time to react. It was clear that this was a fight Hunter would have to take seriously, and so he'd stop fighting with his usual finess and just go for whatever could do maximum damage in the minimum time.

Sebastian felt the pain in his arm and saw the fangs as he rolled and pushed, freeing himself from the momentary contact with Hunter, but not before scratching his face with his own horn. Any would from his horn would heal almost as fast as it injured, causing more pain than damage. Hunter’s fangs pulled at the black robe Sebastian was still wearing, ripping off the sleeve. Finishing his roll, Sebastian pulled the robe off the rest of the way, practically rolling out of the loose garment and revealing his horn, white hair, and his own dark suit.

So. Fangs. That explained a few things, such as why vampire legends started in Transylvania and why people around Hunter tended to die violent deaths. It also meant that Hunter had more weapons at his disposal than it seemed. Built in weapons. A small trickle of blood made its way down to Sebastian’s hand, but his dark sleeves hid the fact that the bite had scabbed over quickly. Sebastian let his eyes watch Hunter, knowing he’d have only seconds before the next attack. He still held the robe in his left hand.

Hunter felt the searing pain as something scored a line down his face the healed almost instantly. Rolling apart Hunter had the taste of blood on his lips as he looked at Sebastian finally revealed. The man had a horn growing out ther centre of his forhead. But more than that, he could heal.

Hunter knew this as he could feel the faint tingle of it inside him as his body assimilated the blood. Time to step things up. Dating forward he simultaniously struck out with the heel of each hand. His right went for Sebastian's chin, aiming to break his jaw, but would redirect to his left arm should the man try to use the remnants of the robe to entangle him. The left went for his ribs, seeking to break them.

Two hands versus one robe. He could only dodge one. Sebastian turned to the right, taking his face out of harm’s way, choosing to sacrifice a rib or two. They were far enough down that his lungs wouldn’t be in danger of being punctured. As for the robe, after Hunter had already hit him, he swung it up around the man’s neck with his left hand. It was only a distraction though from his foot, which he had stuck between Hunter’s legs, hoping to twist it around his leg and topple him.

The ribs. They would heal in a few minutes, but that didn’t stop them from hurting right now. Sebastian winced in pain as he felt them crack, then begin the process of beginning to knit back together.

Hunter felt the blow to the ribs solidly connect and felt the bone break under the impact. However, he suddenly had several problems to deal with. First, Sebastian had managed to entangle his head in the robe. Second he was going for a foot sweep in an effort to floor Hunter.

Normally those two factors alone would be insufficient to get an upper hand on Hunter, but there was a third factor involved. Sebastian's blood. Hunter was feeling an effect that he hasd felt several times before. Often when he first sampled healer's blood the blood would attempt to attack his body. The effect only left him a little quesy, and after a few samplings his body could counteract the effect, but now it was enough to give Sebastian the small opening he needed to take some control of the fight.

Grabbing the robes Hunter shredded them, dealing with that, but in doing so lost hi balance. Unable to remain standing he made the best of the situation by attempting to wrap both legs around Sebastian's and bring him down also. Once on the floor the man would ahve less room to manouver, and Hunter's physical superiority would come into play. He just needed to lay off sampling the man for now.

Hunter had actually lost his balance. Sebastian hadn’t expected him to actually fall and had been preparing a counter attack. Thus, when Hunter wrapped his legs around his own, he also lost his balance, falling on top of Hunter. He did have enough time to point his elbows and horn downward, using the momentum from gravity to carry his hits towards Hunter’s stomach and neck, for that’s where it looked like he was headed.

Hunter caught the horn in one hand and block both elbows with his free With the attacks stopped Hunter rolled on top, keeping his grip on the horn and used it to smash Sebastian's head against the floor. Hopefully it would stun the man long enough for Hunter to really go to work. He need this guy to stay down so he could get on with killing the council.

Sebastian felt the back of his head smash against the floor. He would have used words that Hunter wasn’t even old enough to recognize, but somehow he couldn’t find his breath. In fact, he was having trouble seeing, too. Hunter was on top of him. That wasn’t good. Sebastian definitely preferred to be on top. He clutched Hunter’s hands that had blocked his triple pronged attack and kneed Hunter in the groin. It was a cheap move, but Sebastian didn’t have many moves left at this point.

That. Really. Hurt. Hunter smashed Sebsatian's head into the floor again, stunning him. Hauling the man to his feet Hunter returned the favour with a sharp knee to the groin. In a rage Hunter flung him into a pillar. Stalking over the the limp for Hunter delivered a bone snapping kick to the ribs. Grabbing him by the throat Hunter hauled Sebastian to his feet one final time. Siezing his face with the other hand he broke the man's neck on one swift, violent motion. (OOC: Hope that's ok and you can heal from that, if not I'll edit) Tossing the corpse aside it smashed into a table.

Turning to face the doors Hunter brushed himself off before continuing. Now that that little annoyance had been dealt with it was time for the main event. Striding up to the doors he pushed them open and stepped inside.

"I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen, I was unexpectidly delayed. However, now that I'm here we can get down to buisness." With that Hunter shut the door before launching himself at the first bodyguard. He broke the man's neck in an instant. Each of the twelve council members had a pair of bodyguards, all of which were allowed to carry weapons.

Immediatly the other bodyguards drew their pistols and fired. Hunter fliped the corpse in front of him, but even the a bullet caught him in the shoulder and lower leg. Throwing the corpse forward into a group of them Hunter started moving at full speed. Another bullet caught him in the arm before he reached his next opponent. A snap kick broke that man's neck.

Spinning round, using the corpse once again as a shield he weathered another hail of bullets. The they stopped, they had to reload. Hunter flew into motion. The guards were smart, they'd spread out, ensuring that he couldn't get to them all before they reloaded, even with his speed. Reaching the first Hunter swung hard for the side of his head. The force of the blow drove his head against the wall where it exploded in a shower of blood, bone and brain.

Hunter didn't even stop, moving on to the next. The heel of his hand under the chin broke his next in one clear movement. Reaching another he grabbed the man's face and yanked sharply right, snapping his neck. Normally Hunter would not be so quick and efficient in his kills, he'd linger over them, drawing it out. Right now there was no time.

One of the quicker guards had already reloaded and Hunter felt the burning pain of a bullet in the back. Whirling round he used the body as an improvised shield as he rushed the man. bowling him over he stamped down on the guard's gun hand, breaking the wrist and forcing him to drop the pistol. Dropping sharply he drove his knee into the man's chest, shattering the rib cage and crushing the internal organs.

Another bullet hit him in the chest. Recoiling Hunter rolled back to his feet before leaping across the room into the shooter. Crushing the man's wind pipe and breacking his gun arm he left him to choke to death. Not stopping Hunter leapt again grabbing another guard and using him as a shield. His comrades bullets finished him, as well as hitting Hunter twice more in the leg and arm.

The wounds were starting to accumulate, he'd already been shot six times. But they all clotted instantly and Hunter ignored them. Throwing the corpse he charged forward, taking another bullet to the chest before smashing a pair of guards off their feet. A sharp blow to each and their faces caved in and their bodies went still.

Hunter was fairly sure that the last bullet had punctured a lung, but there was no time to stop and dwell on it. Rolling aside as bullets shredded his former position Hunter ducked down behind one of the small collumn's that lined the room. A top it was an ornate vase, as there was on all the others around the room. Yanking the vase of the top he waited for the gunfire to wane before leaning out from behind the pillar and throwing the vase. It hit one of the guards in the face. The man went down and didn't get up.

Another volley of bullets came in his direction as he ducked back behind the pillar. Gripping the pillar Hunter heaved, ripping it free from the floor. Flinging it knocked down a pair of guards. With his cover now gone Hunter sprited towards the downed guards. One wasn't moving, but the other was trying to free himself. When he saw Hunter coming he raised his gun, but Hunter was too fast. Grabbing the weapon hand he broke the wrist, shoved the pistol under the man's chin and fired.

Another bullet hit him in the shoulder forcing him to keep moving. As he rose he saw that the council members were trying to get out the door covered by four guards. Hunter charged them, taking more bullets as he went. Reaching the guards he knocked one's arm as he fired, causing him to shoot another guard. Snapping the man's neck he went for another guard who had just missed shooting Hunter in the head. All around him the council members were scattering trying to get away from him. Their bodies obsucired him from view long enough for him to finish of the other two guards near him.

With the council members now clear the other guards began shooting once again. Hunter darted behind a pillar. His wounds were slowing him, but he couldn't stop now. There were eight guards left, and after that the council. Seeing one of the guards stopping to reload Hunter rushed him, delivering a punishing blow to the chest that shattered bone and caused the fragments to puncture his internal organs.

Hunter didn't stop and carried on to behind another pillar. Pausing briefly to recoupetate he charged out once more, this time heading for the large oak desk that the council members sat at. Grabbing a chair in each hand he hurled them hard at a pair of guards. The chairs connected with their skulls, killing them instantly.

Grabbing the edge of the table he flipped it over, using it as cover against the five remaining guards. as he did a bullet caught the edge, causing spliters to fly, one digging into his shoulder. Hunter dropped down behind the table grimicing in pain. That splinter hurt worse than all the gunshot wounds. Grabbing it he yanked it out and tossed it aside.

Turning back to the guards he grabbed the table and lifted it up off the floor. Letting out a primal roar he charged, the table held before him. The guards fire more shots, but none could penetrate the thick oak. By the time they tried to move aside it was too late. The table smashed into all five, crushing them against the wall.

Dropping the table Hunter turned to look at the council members, all of whom were cowering behind pillars. He was a fearsome sight, covered in blood, a large amount of whcih was his own. In truth he was hurting from all the wounds he'd sustained at the hand's of their bodyguards. However, he'd heal soon enough, and had strength enough left in him to finish the job. "All of you," he commanded, "Come out. Sit in the centre of the room." None of them moved. "NOW!" As one they jumped and then slowly crawled out of their hiding place to teh middle of the room.

As they did one of them, Johnathan Loxley, a large man from Texas grabbed one of hte guards guns and aimed it at Hunter. Hunter simply stared the man down as he delved into his mind. His aim wavered, as did his resolve, before he dropped the gun and sank to his knees sobbing. That sight seemed to terrify some of the council members more than the slaughter of the guards had.

Hunter stalked towards the nine men and three woman who made up the council of teh Chuch of Humanity. "For the crimes you have commited against mutants," Hunter began, "I hereby sentence you all to a slow, painful death." Somehow hearing it out loud what they already knew made it worse for them. Most broke down into tears. A few tried to run.

Hunter was upon them in an instant, breaking their legs and dragging them back. One woman made it as far as the door before Hunter reached her. For her efforts Hunter ripped off both her legs. Grabbing one of the men who had tried to run by the throat Hunter lifted him up off the ground. Panicing hte man clawed uselessly at Hunter's arm.

"You will all watch," Hunter said, looking at the other council members rather than the man he was choking to death, "Watch as he meets his fate. The fate that awaits you all." Slowly the man's struggling ceased. Hunter dropped the corpse and looked teh council over, seeking his next victim.

"You're proving us right," one man, Edward Shaw, found the courage to speak up, "Proving that mutant kind is a menace." Hunter grabbed the man by the jaw and hoisting him to his feet.

"It's people like you who made us this way," Hunter said, his voice filled with cold fury. Yanking his hand back Hunter ripped off the man's jaw. The scream of pain caused all of the remaining council members to recoil in horror. Shoving the man aside Hunter grabbed another and hauled him up. Driving his hand, fingers first into the man's stomach he pierced the skin and forced his whole hand inside the man's stomach.

Grabbing onto his inside he pulled his hand back out, bringing the man's guts with him. He soved them into the man's hands who could only stare at them briefly before the blood loos caused him to collapse. Hunter approached another, who turned away from him in fear. He ripped the man's head clean off and tossed it into the lap of one of the women.

Reaching another he smashed his hand clean through the man's chest, emerging the other side holding the man's heart, which he then crushed, spraying other council members in blood. Withdrawing his hand he grabbed two, a man and a woman, by the throat. In a single motion he ripped both their throats out.

Making his way over to Johnathan Loxley, who was still on his knees sobbing, Hunter knelt beside him. "You've seen terrible things haven't you?" Hunter asked. Johnathan nodded. "Here, let me help, so you never need to see evil again." The man's screams echoed around the chamber as Hunter put out his eyes.

Forcing another man onto his back Hunter ripped open his ribcage. Tearing out the heart he heald it above his head and squeezed, causing the blood to floow into his mouth and down his chin. Tossing aisde the now empty organ Hunter moved onto the next. Clutching the side of the man's head he began to apply pressure slowly. The man screamed and fought, but it did him little good. Eventually his skull gave way, and nothing remained of his head save a mangled mess.

Rising Hunter survayed the once pround Council of the Church of Humanity. Half of them were dead, three more dying from the blood loss. He leant his head back and took a deep breath, taking in the rich smell of blood. It was almost over, he had won.