#:avery

Florian’s reply:

“you clearly do have a type, little vampire.” He smiled and watched the spear get hurdled back at him, only to erupt into flames with a wave of his hand. The fist the vampire threw caught him off guard when it connected with the side of his face, causing him to stumble and he threw a punch of his own.

Avery’s reply:

Avery just managed to dodge the fist. But he was proud he got one on the pretty face. He wondered who took care of the doctor when he was damaged. It was clear this fight would be a challenge he hadn't had in a while. His foot moved fast aiming to kick the other's feet out and slam his face into the dirt.

Florian’s reply:

“Finn punched harder than you.” The doctor chuckled as he rubbed his jaw and sidestepped Avery’s kick. “Come on Thomson, you really should just give up. I would hate to hurt you in front of your husband.”

Avery’s reply:

"Well dogs are known for their bites. And Finn is well trained." A growled as the other moved and taunted him. "Such low tricks from you. Taunting only works if done right. And clearly for all those brains you have, you lack the basics." Moving with speed behind the other he reached out to push Florian and then back around to put a knee to his face.

Florian’s reply:

“It’s not a trick, Thomson. Just being honest.” He stated bluntly and grunted as he was shoved then a knee connected with his face. *Fine* Florian would play this game. His hand darted out to grab Avery’s leg while it was in the air and used all his strength to slam the vampire to the ground.

Avery’s reply:

he looked down as the hand grabbed him and then he too was on the ground. Damn fucking hunters and their ability to keep up. He growled letting his claws come out as he lashed out intending to leave a good scar along the man’s face. But maybe for fun… Avery jumped on the other and wrestled with him until he got a clear shot. Biting down to puncture and hopefully get enough blood to use the power Florian could give him.

Florian’s reply:

The kresnik stumbled backwards from the others claws connecting with his face but the warrior would heal from it. As soon as he felt Avery on his back, Florian yelled and called down a flash of holy fire.

Avery’s reply:

Avery felt the fire and let go of the man. It stung something fierce. Jumping backwards he growled. His body was feeling a bit weak from that attack, but he couldn’t just give in. With everything he had Avery lunged at the other. His aim was for the throat to rip it apart.

Florian’s reply: