Snippet #1674550

An explosion rocked the night as countless figures rushed through the shadows. The Resistance had struck again. This time their goal lie with killing the Night Prince Kudlak. Screams and shouting pierced the darkness of night as the figures moved in.

"Red Leader, this is Blue Leader. My team has reached Entry Point B of the mansion," a man radioed from a group of figures in the night. They were stacked on the door ready to move in.

"Roger that Blue Leader, Red Leader is set at Entry Point A. Rogue Leader, how are things on your end?" Red Leader radioed back.

"Rogue Leader here, we are set at Entry C," Rogue Leader replied.

"Roger that Rogue Leader. All teams, you are clear to engage. I repeat you are green to go. Let's get this son of bitch, Red Leader out."

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In the shadows of the city roof tops it stalked its prey. Yes, this one was close to The Becoming. Its smelled strongly of Nightbane and the hound licked its lips. The sixteen year old girl below was unaware of her nightmarish stalker as emerged from her McDonalds work place. To her if she smelled heavily of anything it would have been the grease frier. However, worries of smell were soon dashed from her life as a metal spear sung through the air and smashed into the parking lot right next to her feet. She let out a loud squeal that made her stalker want to cover his ears.

"Tch, misssed," the hound hissed as it dove from the top of the McDonalds "M" sign and landed in front of the terrified girl. It could smell the fear in her and laughed as the girl looked up at its strange body. The hound had a reptilian like body with red scales covering it. It stood on two legs with three-pronged sharp talons for feet. Its long arms ended in a clawed hand that held a large jagged sword. On its back set two large dragon like wings that spread out around its eight foot height and its head was shaped like like a birds with a sharp beak and beady eyes. Behind it a long scaley tail wrapped around to the front of its legs.

"Now hold sssstil and die," it hissed as it raised its sword and swung.

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The Nightlord stood staring out the window in the form of the current United States president as an adviser went on about the decline in the economy, the unemployment rate, possible plans of action, and a long droll of other things the Nightlord didn't care for at the time. The Nightlord turned to the adviser relayed a few plans to help the economy and dismissed the adviser to get them started. Moloch was growing tired of this charade, but he know that now was not the time to reveal himself. In reality the Nightlords hold was rather fragile at the moment. It solidified with each passing day and soon their hold would be unbreakable. He just had to bide his time. For now there was the Nightbane threat to deal with. They were strong and their numbers were growing. They must be weeded out. Starting with the Resistance.