Target Practice [OPEN]

Bloodbath was always a surprising visitor, wandering with the intent to find a safe place, a quiet place.

Tonight, he seemed to have succeeded. He sat comfortably, head on his knees and eyes closed, looking almost peacefully asleep. Naturally, that didn't last long.

Something crashed a few feet from his body, ripping a scream from his throat as he shuffled away. Instantly his reaction to most frightening things activated. Did the police come? Or was it Aurora, coming to scream some more!?

His nails tore through his skin distressingly quickly, soon a glob of blood hovered around him, promising protection from anything harmful.

He stepped around the amusement park, letting out a yelp and surrounding himself in a shield at any movement. Finally, he peered around a corner, blinking as he spotted a single person standing and doing seemingly nothing.

He swallowed nervously and forced his voice to work, "H-hello?" He called as loudly as he dared, retreating partly but letting his body be seen.

Bloodbath peered forward, you could almost hear the gears turning in his head, "Ooohh, your a Keeper." He blurted out in a monotone voice, "Y-you...um...y-you're an enemy...Aurora t-told me."

Where had he seen her before? He could swear she was in the recess of his memory...Unhallow, that was right. He pointed an almost accusatory finger at her, "U-Unhallow...that's your name...r-right?"

A quick chuckle escaped his lips at her threat, quickly smothered by a whimper, "How'd y-you decide I-I am n-not welcome?" His eyes were blanking out, accompanied by frantic tears at his wrists. The bloodstream whipped around him, some parted and becomes separate entities, plopping to the ground before rising up, horrid little beasts, but at least they were quiet. No commands were given, but he could administer one any second.

"T-this is my place a-actually." He continued, a trembling tone entering his voice, "S-so I think y-you should leave, i-it's quieter w-without you." He really didn't want a confrontation today, but this was his place, his safe place, Unhallow could wreck another park.

Bloodbath was not enjoying the sensation of his body warning him of blood loss, the bloody creatures taking their share with no real interest in giving it back. His head pounded distantly, his heart raced in his chest, and a familiar chill had coated his skin.

It was all normal by this point, having used his power constantly and for so long, so he ignored it. He pulled the bloodstream close, wary of any attempted attack.

He seemed to think about leaving, tilting his head with a hum before snapping back, "No." A smile flickered across his face, "B-besides, we're supposed t-to be enemies, they t-told me we're enemies with K-Keepers." The stream sharpened into threatening knives, "Soooo, I'm going to fight, ok?"

His previously blank face, broken only sometimes with a scream or small smile, suddenly widened into an almost maniacal grin. He felt invincible! Powerful! This was why he joined Pandemonium! As broken as he was, here, he could use it!

Unhallow sighed. They just didn't have that natural presence like so many other heroes did. While Unhallow was sure that a fight was inevitable on some level, they wished that they could have mitigated it somehow. Regardless, Unhallow couldn't let someone from Pandaemonium stay here right? It certainly sounded about right from what they'd heard about them, but they would definitely have to ask around later to make sure they made the right decision here.

For now, Bloodbath's sudden change in body language meant that they had to focus on the fight itself. The change was enough to make Unhallow nervous on some level. Enough that they could feel their pulse increasing. Normally, Unhallow would be more concerned about that, but maybe it'd be okay here? There was nothing here worth saving, everything was already dead, and the only person that would feel the effects was the person they needed to chase off. As nice as it was to think that maybe it'd be a positive this time, it was still a terrible way to think. They had to control their emotions. Always. They were pretty sure Bloodbath had to be at least a somewhat close-range fighter. There was only so much blood in the human body, and their power was already gradually killing off those cells just because he happened to be in Unhallow's power's range. Between the nature of his power, and the nature of their own, Unhallow knew they could do some serious damage if they weren't careful. Unhallow just wanted him to leave, not to have him die.

Unhallow quickly reached out with their power again. This fight needed to end quickly to minimize the risks of anyone bleeding to death here. They weren't real interested in getting stabbed either. Unhallow just needed to find that little patch of energy that each super had, and make some of the connections in it rot. It hadn't done any permanent damage to anyone as far as they could tell yet, but for the short term it could have some terrifying effects on supers. Loss of control, inability to use their power entirely, weakened powers, the list went on. It was hard to say exactly what it would do to him, but hopefully it'd be enough to convince him to stop fighting. Unhallow remained stationary, wordlessly assaulting that part of Bloodbath's brain with the energy they produced.

Shortly after Unhallow was sure they hit it enough for now, another figure entered their sensory range. It was a good thing that Unhallow was already avoiding moving at all because the emergence of such a figure would have been enough to make them freeze. Why was Anonymous here again? The potential reasons, none of them good, went racing through their head, their pulse increasing further. Unhallow took a deep breath. It looked like he had noticed the two of them, at least Unhallow was pretty sure those were his eyes, it could be hard to tell with people with strange anatomy sometimes. However, he was just sitting there, doing nothing. Staring. For a moment, Unhallow really had no idea what to do at this point. Taking on two enemies like this would be really difficult. They took another deep breath. One thing at a time. Anonymous wasn't attacking, he was just sitting there being creepy. They could deal with him later. For now, they really needed to focus on the current threat.

Yet all Unhallow could wonder was why they always seemed to attract the creepy people.

Anonymous was rather impressed when Bloodbath managed to look at the direction where Anonymous is sitting. He was very certain that from this distance, only Unhallow’s might be the only one who can notice his present because of their senses. From this distant, Anonymous couldn’t hear what Bloodbath is clearly talking to him. He sighed; the show was getting excited until Bloodbath stopped pointing his weapon toward Unhallow and started a conversation with him. With his present is now known to them, Anonymous jump down from his position and slowly making his way closer to the two of them. As soon as he get close enough to speak to them without the need of yelling, hopefully enough distant from Unhallow’s strange power, Anonymous stopped and signalling them he mean no harm:

“Pardon my intrusion, I was bored tonight and thought a night at an abandon amusement park would be entertaining. Please, continue your conversation, just pretend I’m not here.”

Of course that doesn’t mean he should stay off-guard; this is Bloodbath, the one responsible for the dock massacre last month. Unhallow isn't a big threat at the moment, seeing how they feel so terrible after what they did at the train yard, but he shouldn't be too care-free about it.

Bloodbath blinked slowly, mouth half-open as if they wanted to say something, but couldn't think of anything. In any case, he wasn't close enough to do any damage, at least to his mind.

He frowned as his arms started to ache, turning a head to Unhallow, who seemed to be staring at them quite intently, "What...are you doing?" He growled, biting his lips to make up for the slowly weakening arms.

"I warned you," Unhallow said with more of a chastising tone than an irritated one. "It'll just get worse if you stay, but you'll feel better if you leave."

At this point Unhallow didn't expect something like that to work, but hopefully it would get the message across anyway. If he didn't leave, Unhallow would just keep systematically disabling his body until they could make him leave. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that, but it was their impression that the people in Pandaemonium had very little common sense, an annoying amount of tenacity, and a bloodlust that made sharks look tame. He at least seemed disturbed, which was a good sign given they hadn't even done that much damage to his arms yet. Limbs that large were generally sturdy, and he was a good distance away, so it'd take some time for anything serious to happen. On some level Unhallow was happy about that because it gave him a chance to leave, but it was a little inconvenient when dealing with someone legitimately dangerous. They continued directing their power towards Bloodbath. He probably wouldn't notice any new effects, but the aching and fatigue would continue to get stronger.

The fact that Anonymous wasn't doing anything just made Unhallow even more nervous. Both these people were so creepy. Why was it so hard to run into normal people for once?