Fall of Rapscallion
by Damien Hunt

< Sensor Net Log : Tues Nov. 28 : 21:59:48 >

Log begins as the camera pans around a large cluttered chamber carved out of the grey stone of the earth far below the streets of New Bremen. In the bottom of the screen, slowly changing corners as the camera makes it's pan from side to side, sits the horrid form of a demon. Tall and lanky, like a cartoon stickman come to life, but wrapped in the concealing folds of a large dark leather trench, the Primogen of the New Bremen Brood sits comfortably on a beat up couch typing silently on a small digital contraption.

< Sensor Net Log : Tues Nov. 28 : 22:02:52 >

Nothing has changed. On the couch the form of Rapscallion continues to sit, continues to type. As the camera pans back and catches a view of the haven's entrance there now stands a new figure. Watching silently as Raps' types, a jagged pipe gripped tightly in his hand.

"Good evening my friend... and how is Maggot this fine night?"

The figure of maggot makes his way into the haven, the edge of his pipe dragging across the stone floor with an annoying screech of metal. Stopping in front of raps, pipe tapping against the floor, he quietly speaks, "you are going to face me now," then turns towards the haven's combat pit in the background and heads towards it, the pipe once again scraping along the floor.

Rising from his couch and setting the digital assistant to the side, Raps nods, "of course my friend... I have looked forward to this," and then moves to follow.

Maggot, standing at the edge of the combat pit turns slightly, his mouth slightly open as his long snake like tongue darts out, flicking rapidly into the air before returning in the blink of an eye.

"I thought your pathetic excuses would stall you forever."

Removing his trench Raps smiles slightly, "not at all my brother," begins to follow maggot into the pit, "let's do this."

< Sensor Net Log : Tues Nov. 28 : 22:05:18 >

The camera over the pit comes up showing a pair of monstrosities standing in the sunken arena facing each other. Standing in his sewage stained rags clutching his favored pipe in his hands as his snake like tongue continues to taste the air rapidly from between slightly parted lips, Maggot waits, an eager glint to his eyes. Across from him stands the reptilian skinned Rapscallion, wearing only a pair of clean black jeans and loosely holding a saber in his slender fragile looking hand, an equally eager look in his swirling dark eyes.

For a few moments they stand silently... then begin to circle each other, shooting out quick tests without any real effort. Sizing each other up to see just what has changed since last time. Finally they move as one towards each other with a loud feral roar and a harsh hiss.

The steal pipe swings heavily out across the brow of Raps' head but ignoring it he continues forward plunging his blade into Maggot's side and with a roar ripping it out again. The pipe comes back down on Raps' shoulder driving him down to the ground where he rolls back away from Maggot.

Coming back to his feet they again face each other. A savage wound in Maggot's side bleeding freely and an angry slash down his shoulder. Raps stands loosely, a slight smile on his face, "I have been practicing my friend."

With a sneer and a hiss Maggot nods, moves to say something but lets his pipe answer for him, slashing out towards Raps. The two continue their dance filling the haven with grunts, roars, hissing and the occasional sound of flesh being shred. Raps for the most part is on the receiving end of the attacks, but with each wound he takes he smiles more, apparently enjoying it and always coming back for more.

< Sensor Net Log : Tues Nov. 28 : 22:08:32 >

Each sporting a number of slowly healing wounds, they continue to circle each other, stalling for time to heal or just waiting for that one opening to strike. Raps moves first, swinging his saber over and down across the opposite side in order to throw the imposing Maggot off balance ith the new tactic. It works, sort of. Raps saber cuts into Maggot's side as he ignores the attack completely, drawing his pipe up and into Raps incoming face. The saber only bites into Maggot for a moment as the pipe brutally cleaves through Raps' face and right eye continuing it's sweep up as Raps body flies backwards to land with a brittle snap on the arena floor.

Maggot, face set in anger as usual steps forward as Raps slowly struggles to up onto his elbows, propping himself into a semi-sitting position. Blood runs down his face from his ruined face and darkness from his right eye slowly mixes with the blood, running down the scar like thick black ink before simply fading. The fight is obviously over, both of them near spent, Raps' evidently weak and near starved for blood, his saber far on the other side of the pit. Yet as Maggot steps closer he manages a smile and in a horse dark voice manages to speak, "a good fight my brother... I am glad you are my brethren... I would fear greatly to meet you in a battle to the end..."

Maggot stands over him, looking down and quite possibly for the first time ever smiles as he says quietly, "but you have... goodbye," then leers as he spits out in disgust, "brother..."

Rapscallion's eyes widen in surprise and anger and he manages to roar, his fanged mouth wide open in rage. Before he can move the pipe comes down and cuts the roar off instantly as it plunges through his chest and into the stone floor below, propping the now prone body in it's position.

Maggot, his mouth wide open, fangs extended leans over the prone body of his former brethren and snorts again in revulsion, "you are pathetic... not even enough of a prize to grace my haven with your corpse..."

He then grins and moves down slowly towards Raps' neck, his cobra sized fangs reaching...

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO", the blurred form of Squint appears suddenly next to Maggot with a rusty shiv that is immediately plunged repeatedly into Maggots body. Not nearly as fast is the squat form of Pest, his one good eye glowing crimson as his fingers shift into long black talons...

The blurred form of Squint continues to move rapidly around the arena with his shiv darting in and out of Maggot's chest. Pest throws himself upon the infested body of Maggot, raking his claws repeatedly over him and through his wretched flesh. Maggot, his dark snakelike tongue darting out and slicing across Pest's already deeply scarred face a few times while attempting to toss Squint's incredibly accelerated form away from him, finally falls to the enraged onslaught of the two. Pest continues to silently shred the remains of the betrayer as Squint runs over to find Rapscallions prone listlessness body still propped up by the pipe through his chest. He rips it free and Raps simply falls to the cold stone floor, deep in torpor.

< Sensor Net Log : Tues Nov. 28 : 22:13:13 >

The supposed sanctuary for the Brood Nosferatu is empty, a pile of rapidly rotting flesh marking where Maggot once stood and the forms of Squint and Pest carrying their fallen leader out of the haven and into the tunnels...

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