Post by lordofapoc on Mar 15, 2013 14:56:22 GMT -5
March 26th 23 CLE
Rengar's hulking form outsized almost any civilian on the streets of Noxus. Why was the Pridestalker here when he could be hunting in the Kumungu, He just so happened to be hunting just not in the Kumungu. He had been stalking the deadlands for the better part of the week searching for what prey Noxus might have to offer. He had found a few beasts but not nearly enough to fulfill his hungry diet forcing him to seek out merchants within the city for rations.
Post by The Blood Hunter on Mar 18, 2013 19:36:07 GMT -5
Warwick stalked through the streets of Noxus. Swain had sent him to find his list of marks, a hunt that would help strengthen ties between Noxus and Zaun. Not that Warwick cared about that. The hunt was all he needed. The first target was some guy named Hugh Gaynesford
He smelled Rengar before he saw him. The Pridestalkers foreign scent was easy to pick up in Noxus.
A strange coincidence. Warwick thought. The same day he starts his hunt, another hunter appears.This should be interesting.
He approached the Pridestalker. People made sure to give him a wide berth in the streets, lest they cross him.
"Has the jungle game proven too hard for you Pridestalker? Come for some easier prey?"
Post by lordofapoc on Mar 19, 2013 19:24:47 GMT -5
Rengar sniffed the air the Bloodhunter was here as well and he must have caught his scent as well. He turned around to see Warwick approach before him. "Ah yes Warwick the Bloodhunter odd that the two of us might meet here of all places." Rengar let the question sink in a bit before answering. "I came her because the jungles don't offer enough sport anymore, beast either run or are no match for my dagger. Figured I would take a vacation to hunt the other beasts of the world."
Post by The Blood Hunter on Mar 20, 2013 18:01:52 GMT -5
"Here for a hunt?" Warwick grinned at Rengars words. "Very well Pridestalker, I have a challenge for you."
Warwick pulled out the picture of his first mark. "His name is Hugh Gaynesford. Swain want him dead, so he is fair game here. First to kill him gets the glory."
A hunt was always fun. But a competition? Warwick grinned at the thought of that.
Hugh Gaynesford was in the barracks of Andre's region of Noxus. He had heard rumors of investigation into Kalamanda, and his soldiers disappearing. His men wouldn't talk though. They did not know anything, the drugs saw to that.
However, Hugh was taking no chances. He had his men patrolling the area. He wasspending the night awake.
Something was in the air...
Should he go to Swain and ask if someone had accused him of treason?...Always an option. A good one. He called for his squire.
In a deep gravelly voice he gave the boy orders.
"You are to find the secretary of the Grand General and set up an appointment for the morning. I have the right to know if I am accused of any crimes. You will tell them this and return with an appointment or I will return your balls to your dogs and your head to your mother. NOW GO!"
The boy scampered out swiftly. He was the third squire...the other two had not shown much promise, but this one had potential for living longer than two years before failing.
Post by lordofapoc on Mar 22, 2013 13:06:20 GMT -5
Rengar let out a bellowing laugh at the Bloodhunter's proposition. "A hunting game oh how fun you know me I would never give up a good hunt. Loser has to buy diner and a big steak diner at that." Rengar patted Warwick on the back as he took off. "The hunt started the moment I smelled you out."
Post by The Blood Hunter on Mar 22, 2013 22:43:07 GMT -5
Warwick grinned as Rengar leapt into action. This was going to be a fun hunt, but not one he planned on losing. He didn't know how familiar Rengar was with Noxus, but he knew this place pretty well. He had a lot of business here, so he knew the the city quite well.
The profile said Gaynesford was in the military still. He had been accused of treason against the Noxian High Command. According to Swain, he still hadn't learned of his sentencing, meaning he was still probably at his post.
Warwick made his way towards the barracks. Sure enough, some soldiers were buzzing around, patrolling the grounds. He stealthily circled the perimeter, until he found a lone soldier. HE quickly pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. He revealed at the fear in the soldiers eyes.
"I'm looking for Hugh Gaynesford. Would you happen to know where he is? Tell me and and you won't see me again."
The soldier lifted a shaking arm, pointing towards one of the barracks. Warwick replayed the man by snapping his neck. His iron grip on his neck made sure not a peep came from him. He did promise the man he would never see him again and now he wouldn't.
He jump towards the barracks, looking around him as he did. No sign of the Pridestalker, but that didn't mean he wasn't close.
Hugh kept himself busy. He summoned the newest recruits. He had a new drug to improve his troops. A Zaunite brew shown to increase muscle mass and reduced conscience. He got a good price on the drugs as they were still in the testing phase.
These were unwilling candidates, but that was normal. He had guard restrain them as he inject the chemical into the base of their skull. Already their muscles bulged and their eyes widened in agony, but another helpful feature of the drug was that his soldiers were rendered mute.
Post by lordofapoc on Mar 25, 2013 13:43:56 GMT -5
Rengar had used his little bit of antics to make Warwick think that he was hunting blind, yet he wasn't he was using the Bloodhunter as a tool for information. He had stalked Warwick from the streets to the barracks using his opponent to hunt his prey, the poor whelp that the Bloodhunter had been questioning pointed in the exact direction of his prey or so he assumed.
He smelled it, the strong scent of chemical no doubt from Zaun this must be the place of his intended prey. He silently slipped in the back he had been dead silent as he waited for the best opportunity to pounce and claim his kill and hopefully a good meal. He was going to have to be quick the Bloodhunter was definitely going to smell the stench as well and hurry up his pace in an attempt to take prize over the kill himself.
Post by The Blood Hunter on Mar 29, 2013 5:23:18 GMT -5
Warwick prowled through the barracks, silencing any guard that got in his way. This place reeked of Zaun, or rather the chemicals that came from it. It the scent reminded him of Singed. His friend had altered his biology with his chemicals, giving him greatly increased speed, strength and stamina. His chemicals were high dangerous, but always produced great results. Many others tired to copy his friends work. They more or less succeeded, but the knock-offs had rather severe side effects.
Such as the next solider that Warwick ran into. He was rather large, unnaturally so. Warwick could smell the chemicals coming off him. The soldier looked at him with no fear. He silently charged at him.
Most people would be scared by a charging mad man hopped up on cheap Zaun chemicals. But Warwick had faced plenty of foes like this. Man Zaunite big shots kept a few of these guys around and Singed had practically invented the idea. Which means Warwick knew exactly what to do.
He side-stepped the brutes reckless charge easily then slid underneath his legs. As he did, he used his claw to slice through the tendons in his legs. He may not of felt the pain, but teh damage was still done. His weakened legs couldn't support his massive body any more and he fell to his knees.
Now behind the kneeling monster, Warwick snapped his jaws around the back of his neck, severing the spine from the body. The brute fell over dead. Normally the taste of blood would send Warwick into a frenzy, but it was so full of chemicals he spit it out in disgust.
He met little more resistance on the rest of the way through the base. He found the command centre, its door shut and locked But a strong shove from his massive body spilt the door into pieces.
Gaynesford was inside, as well as several scientists, who were in the middle of creating a new brute. Warwick grinned and let out a howl.
Hugh was up and preparing a retreat the minute the doors broke open.
"Set him LOOSE!" He cried out.
"But, sir-"
"Just fucking do it and run, you fool!" Hugh snapped. He leaped out of the window and began to run South. South to Andre's Mansion. Bleakwood would protect him. He had to. Bleakwood swore to protect all of his men. He had to...
Meanwhile, the scientist unlatched the brutish man. e now stood at nine feet with arms as wide as Alistar's. His first action was snapping the scientist's spine with a backhanded blow. he slowly turned to face the Wolfman.
Warwick would know that the chemical would weaken in a few hours, but that the man was berserk and would attack anything in sight...and Warwick was in sight. He would also know the brute was likely dumber than Sion.
The target got away... for now but right now there was something a little more prominent and that was the hulking brute that was about to rip his competition apart. The Pridestalker could just leave him but what would be the sport in that, he began by throwing one of his Bola's at the brutes feet with intention to trip him and started his charge at the brute himself. "hahaha you have your work cut out for you." Rengar taunted.
Post by The Blood Hunter on Apr 4, 2013 2:16:26 GMT -5
Warwick felt his blood rise as his prey ran out the window from him. He would have bounded after him in as second, but this new brute would not agree with that.
The monster yelled and started to charge, but was tripped by a bola that came out of nowhere.
The Pridestalker had made is move. His choice surprised Warwick. He chose to help him fight the monster instead of chasing the prey. There was no way that Warwick was going to let Gaynesford escape.
He leapt over the tripped brute, using it's body as a platform to leap off of. His eyes met Rengar's as he leapt
"AIM FOR THE SPINE! THEY CAN'T FEEL PAIN BUT THEY CAN BE IMMOBLIZED!"
And with that he leapt out the window, hot on Gaynesford's trail. It was dark out now, but Warwick could see him clearly. He ran across the roofs of the building to keep an eye on him. He could smell the sweat running down Gaynesford's head, hear his prey heart beat rapidly. And he could practically taste his fear.
And there wasn't a sweeter taste then of pure fear.
This drove Warwick even harder for the kill. He ran as fast as he could, his wolf legs propelling him over the rooftops, closer and closer to his prey. And finally with one mighty jump he landed right on top of him.
He drove the human straight into the ground. He could feel the bones of his ribs snap as the smashed against the ground. He could now feel his heart beat, feel it pounding in his chest like a battle drum. He watched as Gaynesford squirmed underneath his feet, struggling to turn over.
Warwick helped the man, roughly kicking him to flip over. He stared wickedly at the down man, feeling the slobber come to his mouth.
A now came his favourite part of the fun.
"Any final words, tiny man?" Would he beg? Offer rewards? Accept it? Try to fight his way out? I didn't matter in the end. But Warwick always treasured the looks on there faces when he would decline.
Rengar watched for a split second as Warwick bolted out the nearest window, hell the wolf was intent on winning and he was going to leave him to deal with the brute. Well dealing with the brute wasn't so hard a quick savage strike to the spine was all that he needed and it was time for Rengar to rejoin his competition in the hunt for his prey.
Rengar Charged out the main entrance and made a swift turn in the direction that Warwick had chase Gaynesford running as fast as the Pridestalker can to catch up. He arrived at the scene shortly after Warwick had made the take down. "mutating your own men? I would say you are not worth hunting if it wasn't a challenge." The Pridestalker barked his own taunt at the crippled man that was supposed to be the target.
Hugh had thought the mutant would grant him more time, but Rengar had ruined any chance for that. He had TWO? Someone talked. Someone was asking for a blade to lay them low. Hugh was plotting the way to murder the traitor when Warwick almost broke his spine.
"Andre ordered a hit on me? The bastard has no courage to face me? Instead he calls on a dog and a cat. How much is your price? I can pay it. Your countrymen pay well, Warwick. I can pay."
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