Kamerilah Wolfe's Story

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Another body hit the floor, headless. Of the six dozen men ui the courtyard a few were dead since the woman was rudely woken in the courtyard cemetry within a small mausoluem of a sort. Pale skin vibrant brown eyes, and a stupidly sharp sword of strange make.

Up and to the side with the strange sword, two more bodies fell. the blood flying, some of it getting on the woman herself. Each swing of the blade a body or two fell. None of them getting a touch on the womans body aside from their blood. Which was harmless evne if vampires lived there that she fought.

To the side and up, three more bodies fell, one of which simply faded into ash as the woman took in the number of men and women, half of them vampires, some of them magical users. But all of them armed just as she was.

A female vampire screamed something and ran at the woman, the woman easily sidestepped, her sword making a wet WHACK sound. The Vampire smirked and turned around, making to strike a second time, before screaming in horror as her body slid into two pieces and was silenced by the same sword taking out her neck.

Finally the woman spoke; a strangel angauge to be sure, Mongolian "Khen namaig sereej baisan teneg yum be?" which translated meant "Who was the idiot to waken me ?" Rather then answer, the swarm of men and women, human and vampire, attacked in a wave at the woman. At the end of the throng was the desired target, freedom, but questuions needed answering.

Who were these vampires, and why did they waken her ?

The vampires were in a word, savage. Crimson light glittered in their eyes as they stared down at the first prey they had seen in years, decades it felt like to some of them. More than a handful had been driven crazy for lack of blood. It was hardly a surprise that a handful of them had chosen to throw themselves headlong into danger in their endless, bottomless thirst for blood. It drove them, compelled them, ate at them and they were slaves to its will. So they charged what they thought was an easy meal.

The first few had learned the hard way that such a thing seemed to be all but an easy meal. This lone woman had been able to cut her way through any and all who attempted to bring her low and yet they seemed to be undeterred. This of course were the feral few who had lost themselves and alll sense of who they had once been in the depths of their thirst. They had become little more than skulking beasts that had no greater sense of themselves, no more understanding than what they had lost than that of a wild dog.

It was the loss of these bestial companions that taught the others who still retained their sanity something they had not felt in a long time. Fear. This woman, this one lone figure was standing alone, defiant against them and their wrath, depriving them of that most delicious and needed of sustenance. And yet though they knew there was a great risk there they felt that perhaps in a great number they could overcome this interloper. So they gathered in numbers and began to surge forwards.

And then they halted, the vampires stopping in their tracks and sniffing at the night air, their heads turning to the oriental castle that sat upon the hilltop only a short distance away, silhouetted against the waxing moon as it hung heavily over them. There seemed to be something of an internal debate between their number, some of them looking back towards the woman as even a few of them already began to detach and head back towards the castle. With many a hiss and a screech a great exodus began as these vampires rapidly withdrew to their more defensible position.

SHCLWHACK

Another body fell, in two pieces. As the swarm began to retreat she kept up with them, moving deeper into the throng. Leaving a trail ever wider of dead in her wake. There was a reason two known swordsmen and death dealers were well known, She trained one of them, her decendant, the Mongol, Genghis Khan. The other, the one known as Battousai the Manslayer.

But for one so young, so frail, so beautiful and full of the potent blood the vampires needed to survive. She was too skilled for them. Until she got to the heart of the throng as they moved in retreat to better defenses. Which werent. They were just better areas to die by her blade.

SCHWICK a head fell from a body, the body fell the same time as the head. By this point, the woman was drenched in vampire and human blood. But she didnt seem to care as she moved like a dancer through the mob of vampires and thralls. a flick fo the wrist and blood was flung off the blade. No signs of damage or rust, hell no signs of even trhe dge dulling from all the death she was dealing out.

Closer to the keep it became clear that the commanders of this mob wewre inside or in better postings of defensive zones as Kamerilah made her way closer to the castle gate itself. Freedom was behind her, answers to questions she had was before her. But sometiems certain questions werent meant to be answered. One of which was why all the stupidly brave vampires trying to take her down.

Her mouth tasted of copper as she spat out human blood that had gotten in her mouth. Some of it her own. She needed food. She needed answeres, she needed..... freedom

But instead at that moment, soaked in enemy blood; she needed only one thing, to kill every vampire within reach.

Finally her sword to the throat of a commander of a sort, a Nightfire Vampire breed apparently, who shook violently with fear as she stood before him, sword at its neck. "Namaig sereegeech, namaig yaagaad namaig sereesen yum be?" Which translated meant "Answer my questions asshole, who woke me up, why did they wake me up, what do they want from me ?"

"Answer my questions asshole, who woke me up, why did they wake me up, what do they want from me ?" The vampire looked down at the blade at his cold neck, a pair of crimson eyes slipped around to look at the dozen or so of his kin that lay upon the floor. His eyes lingered on them for a moment each as though remembering each of them, as for the human thralls who lay far more numerous upon the floor he spared hardly even a glance. His gaze haltered for a moment as he looked up the thick doors of the keeps gate, they were strong, made from oak and reinforced with thick steel. Nothing short of an army would be breaching those doors, even a vampires strength wouldn't be enough to pry them apart once sealed shut.

For a moment it looked as though the creature was about to spill everything it knew as it looked back down at the blade that still pressed against its skin. It seemed as though it knew full well that even if it could escape from the reach of the weapon it wouldn't be able to get anywhere, the castle was closed shut and there was no way it was going to get in alone. Just as it opened its mouth to speak though, there was a sound that would have stopped his heart if it still beat true, a series of clicks that were so faint and distant there was no way any mortal ears would be able to hear them, even with the enhanced senses of a vampire he could only just make them out.

A cruel grin spread across the creatures face as he stretched out his arms, closing his crimson eyes for the last time.
"Long live Lord Hio!" He spat at the woman in Japanese, just as the vampires who lurked within the confines of the castle, now having time to arm themselves with automatic rifles and body armour began firing at the pair, unleashing a hail of hellfire at the interloper who dared to threaten their master.

"Answer my questions asshole, who woke me up, why did they wake me up, what do they want from me ?" The vampire looked down at the blade at his cold neck, a pair of crimson eyes slipped around to look at the dozen or so of his kin that lay upon the floor. His eyes lingered on them for a moment each as though remembering each of them, as for the human thralls who lay far more numerous upon the floor he spared hardly even a glance. His gaze haltered for a moment as he looked up the thick doors of the keeps gate, they were strong, made from oak and reinforced with thick steel. Nothing short of an army would be breaching those doors, even a vampires strength wouldn't be enough to pry them apart once sealed shut.

For a moment it looked as though the creature was about to spill everything it knew as it looked back down at the blade that still pressed against its skin. It seemed as though it knew full well that even if it could escape from the reach of the weapon it wouldn't be able to get anywhere, the castle was closed shut and there was no way it was going to get in alone. Just as it opened its mouth to speak though, there was a sound that would have stopped his heart if it still beat true, a series of clicks that were so faint and distant there was no way any mortal ears would be able to hear them, even with the enhanced senses of a vampire he could only just make them out.

A cruel grin spread across the creatures face as he stretched out his arms, closing his crimson eyes for the last time.
"Long live Lord Hio!" He spat at the woman in Japanese, just as the vampires who lurked within the confines of the castle, now having time to arm themselves with automatic rifles and body armour began firing at the pair, unleashing a hail of hellfire at the interloper who dared to threaten their master.

Kamerilah held her sword creatures neck, even soaked in blood it glittered with a unearthly hue of beautiful silver and black writing of strange norselike writing on the blade. undamaged by ages of burial. As the creature was about to spill it to her, so to speak, it instead shouted something in a langauge she recognised. Lord Hio.... Oh fuck me six ways to Tuesday Kamerilah thought hearing, and then seeing clearly the gunfire that tore into the vampire commander from the windows above. Dodging fast as she could she snatched up another Vampire commander and used it as a meatshield her sword moving side ot side to kleep herself clear of incoming fire as she tried to get closer to the gunmen.

Tossing the ravaged body at the gunmen Kamerilah snapped out her blade; this was too much firepower, there was no way she was going to get to the door in this mess! Kamerila growled something in Mongolian as blood flung in all directions as she wove and weaved through the gunfire, moving fast as she could to get out of range as she fought with the remaining vampires in the courtyard.

On the ramparts a good dozen thralls and their vampire commander watched, motioning to the thralls the Vamp Commander had trhem line up in three rows, arrows readied. With the woman focused on the gunmen that left her open. None of the thralls or vampires had made a mark on the woman, but their blood soaked her, so it was tiem to mix her own blood into it.

the archers readied their arrows. a good three dozen aimed at the woman's general area. The vamp[ire raised a hand. Silently dropping it the arrows were loosed, raining around Kamerial she briefly ignord them, moving too fast to get hit until....

SCHLICKKTHUD

An arrow slammed into her right shoulder dead on the front. Looking around all combat briefly stopped as she staggered back,. Kamerilah looked around, her left hand going to the arrow, it wasnt poisoned, no not yet. Gripping the shaft she snapped it, ripping it from her shoulder in a explosion of her own blood. More arrows rained down then. moving quickly she defelcted many arrows into those around her on the ground before making her way towards the ramparts. She had to get to freedom. Forget talking or fighting Hio, she had to flee.

A bar

The keeper was kind enough to let her in, even though she was drenched head to toe in blood. Which made her purple and green outfitr into a bloodied mess that needed cleaning, Yet there were others there and none of them seemed to notice the blood soaked sword carrying woman. Kamerilah wasnt adept at killing. Preferring after ariving in Ulanbataar before she met her husband to simply wander, and not to kill. Using her reverse bladed Mythrodin sword rio vberwak bones instead of killing.

But that cahnged when she had to kill countless vampires in a oriental area of the world. Where had the vampires come from ? It didnt matter, she had her true weapon back by then. She could only break bones, and thankfully nobody stopped her outside, those men in strange uniform looked at her funny and she was tempted many times to dent their skulls but chose instead not to as she walked among them, a nine foot tall human woman wasnt exactly something common, but still.

Kamerilah took a seat near a pillar holding up the second floor overlook. Ordering the strongest possible drink. In this case, sewer water, She set about cleaning her self off..

But the peace was not to last as two men were sneaking up on the cleaning up woman. Two men who bore the ring of the Templars with them, two men, who were intent on finishing what their masters had ordered. Two men who failed to see the third man in the rafters above ready to fall on them all. Dousing the woman in countless drinks.

What they had on them was a poster, of her, statuing simply she was wanted alive, but because of her dress design, it bore the Aquila flower pattern of Arendelle upon its purple/green satin edged in pale gold. Kamerilah was wanted, alive

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Van Leugen - Nillies - Goldenwine & 34th.
February 7th. TY XX-XXXX. 4:52 P.M.
Incident report #99807261
Responding Officers: Car "22L."

Report as follows:

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It didn't matter what time it was, the action of the Nillies never died down. Casinos seperated chumps from money like well oiled machines, Nightclubs spread intoxication, and bad music like plagues and every alley had a thug with heat. Corruption, violence, and cash flowed freely here. It was also one of the nicest gigs in Van Leugen law enforcement, despite the truly staggering crime rate.

The reason behind this was no secret - the vast majority of the 75th Precinct was made up of the old VLPD operators assigned to the area. In other words they'd been bought, and paid off long before the change in staffing. Corruption was a true uphill battle, and the old hats were quick to lead the newer officers astray. One way or another. It seemed like the city was doomed to being a pit of aravice, and murder.

Or at least that was how Officer Oz Locke saw it, stuck in the passenger seat of his beat down Gremlin 980 Interceptor.

Like most days on "patrol" he, and his partner of two years, Conrad Gallows sat parked on the corner of Goldenwine & 34th, not a thing in the world to do. Locke watched helplessly as known mobsters, cons, and bangers paraded in, and out of every casino, dive bar, and vehicle. Worst yet is every thug with a connection made sure to look him in the eye, and smile. Hell, the owner of the massive By the Baron Casino chain had actually gone and painted them a roadside parking space just outside his flagship building.

It even had "NPD Car 22L" written in elegant gold cursive in the middle, and just thinking about it made the cop's blood boil.

"Goddamnit Gallows," Oz, a thin, wire-y looking man reached over, and slapped the meatball sub his partner was unwrapping to the floor.

Conrad was the opposite, a portly man, not from lack of exercise, but from an unhealthy obsession with food, and getting in the way of that never ended well for anyone. His partner included.

"What. The. Fuck?" He hissed, his already beady eyes narrowing.

"I told you if you brought that shit in my car, I'd smack it out of your greasy fingers. You know the rule."

"No food, or drinks in patrol vehicles," droned a monotone Conrad. The fun had sure been sucked out of his life since he got partnered with the only boy scout in the Nillies. He couldn't help but stare down at his sub. Resting gracefully in its paper, so far away, on a dirty floorboard.

"That cost me twenty-two credits. That was from Sicilionia's.."

Locke merely shrugged. "I told yo-"

"Fuck it," Conrad strained against his seatbelt to scoop up his lost meal. "And you, Oz."

"Oh come on, don't eve-"

"Its still in the paper, you uptight skirt." He retrieved it with a huff, and dusted it off for effect. "See?"

The biggest downside to a partner was that they'd always learn what buttons to push, eventually, and Conrad was no exception. It was safe to say they had clashing hygiene standards.

"You're a pig." Was all Oz could manage.

This time it was Conrad who shrugged, opting to ignore his partner in favour of lunch, and for some reason that really made Oz want to deck him. Not a new desire by any means, but for a moment he actually had to hold himself back, which was a first. With a disgusted sigh he slumped back in his seat, giving up, and staring out the window again.

Maybe it was from the giant blue neon letters that spelled out By The Baron, he thought. Being stuck under that glow every day for half a year seemed to be giving him a headache that wouldn't end. Or maybe that was from the job in general. It had become difficult to keep tabs on all his stressors lately. It was days like this he could almost understand Conrad's drinking habits.

Oz opened his mouth to take a dig at his slobbering partner, but ended up freezing.

He practically choked on his own tongue, "Ho-ly Hell, Conrad," he smacked his partner upside the head. "Look at that!"

The startled fuzz snapped his head around. "At what?"

"Her, you moron." Oz was trying to subtlety gesture towards an Asian woman who just stepped out of the casino.

"The Asian chick?" A confused Conrad cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, recognize her?"

"No," Conrad took a large bite of his sub, and proceeded to speak between snacking his lips together. "Thinking of jumping from the 'happy monogamous' train, to a little hassle-and-frisk?"

A jolt of rage shot through Oz, Conrad knew that was off limits, and usually bit his tongue. That maddening impulse to punch him was back, and unfortunately his partner could tell. He just snickered, and pushed on.

"I mean, the tattoos, the Katana. Real exo-," He paused to belch. "-tic. Didn't know you were into those kinky bitches, considering the bland broad yo-"

"Enough!" Oz slammed a fist into the dashboard, the Gremlin creaking in response. "How about you stop being a pig for two goddamn seconds, and try being a cop!"

"Alright, alright. Gods, you're as uptight as my old lady." Knowing he was wrong never stopped Conrad from acting like a victim, much to his partner's ire.

"Just look at the damn wanted poster," barked Oz, accenting his point with a dismissive gesture towards the tablet. "Chief herself wanted this woman brought in."

Conrad grunted in disinterest, more concerned about his afternoon nap than anything.

"So what do we care, Oz? She's known as the Manslayer, and I don't feel like getting stabbed so you get a commendation."

"Ah, the brick wall of NPD police work. Self preservation." The other officer hated to admit it, but anyone walking around Van Leugen with a Katana was either a joker, or one hell of a neo-samurai. Judging by what little Intel they had, it seemed more like the latter.

"Damn right. I'll take staying alive to collect a paycheck, over dying for a silver star."

Oz was working up an empassioned speech in his head, something to try to motivate the sloth behind the wheel, but the city beat him to it. By now The Manslayer had crossed the street, and made her way down the street. She was turning down a nearby alley - five men just a few paces behind her, all clad in gold bandanas.

"Awh fuck," goaned Conrad, "Those are 34th Rollers, aren't they?" He began furiously rolling his window down so he could chuck his sandwich paper out. "Just my luck.."

Oz couldn't help but be exasperated at his partner. It was just so typical of a man who couldn't see past the end of his nose.

"Your luck? That's a shake-down, or an assault headed her way. Samurai or not those boys carry gats."

"Yeah, yeah.." With a quick turn of the key the tiny G980i "roared" to life like a dying riding mower. "Lights & Sirens?"

"Nah," Oz shook his head, and snapped his seatbelt off. "Pop the trunk. We grab shotties, and book it in foot."

"Ah hell, think we'll get there before they kill her?"

"Lets goddamn hope so, Conrad

Ignoring the police car was one thing, most people gave the strange woman a wide berth as she walked, sword at her hip. Kamerilah was infact finishing off a Coke, a fifty three onz coke at that. At least, she was.... Turning into an alley towards where she had been dropped off via taxi train, Kamerilah was well aware of more then a few sets of unwanted eyes upon her person. her mind was wandering through memories as she spotted faces she recognised after a long time.

Impossible sure but somehow she made the connection. But as she walked down the alley path she soon came to a halt as a man suddenly stood before her, The leader of the suqad of gangmen, the 34th Rollers, Squad 33 of asll squads, halted the woman, pale green eyes took the man in, clearly a gangmember based on attire, and then all the jewels. However some of the jewels showed signs of use. Like a pair of old fashioned brass on each hand.

"Well well well. Lookiee what we got here boys. A lady, an armed lady by the look of her too" the man said.

The men laughed as she simply looked at him, a long sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck from her drink and she she tilted her head at him. "This one advises that you should move. That you should."

"Haha! A beautiful lady like you.... Say that again sweetheart!" The man smirked at her

Kamerilah didnt even smile "If this one says it again, she will be saying it to a corpse, that she will" She then smiled, And traised her Coke in a salute "Your pardon" She moved to step around the guy, but he once more got into her face

"Uhah, beautiful lady like you walking down an alley, could get hurt." The guy said, his men snickered and some laughed aloud, one or two knocked their fists together

sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurk

"This one merely wishes you well, and also advises to not do anything stupid, that she does" Kamerilah said, then the man got a clear look at her face as she tried to step around him, There was no mistaking that ragged scar. Or the ribbon in her hair, or that voice. But she saw the man clearly and a voice rang in her head, that of a girl she had met only days before in Stilu. Mother and father died protecting children, my brother saw them die by the hands of swordsmen, gang members, I was a baby and never knew them, since then my brother had sworn off swordsmen. Then another memory wandered past "When you come back, be sure to stop in, we have an extra room, you're welcome to use it" "I agree, when you reyturn I can also welcome you to the house with a clear heart"

But now she saw Who had killed their parents. Reaching up a hand, Kamerilah pointed at the leader of the Squad. "I know you.... 34th Rollers right ?" Wait she used the word I "Guess the world is small after all." She counted ten men. All of them converging on her

"Yeah, We're the 34th Rollers, Squad 33, best hit squad in the sector, if a guy dont pay, we hit him. Now how do you know us..."

"Simple, This one now wonders something, by any chance fifteen years ago did you kill a man and woman before a bunch of children they were protecting ?" The woman asked

The man stared at her, how the fuck did she know ? "Why you!..." The man backstepped shouting to his fellows "GET HER"

A man dove at her from her left, she easily span out of reach, blocking a strike with her free hand she parried and struck back, easily kicking the man away, slamming him into a dumpster as two tried to take her on at once, easily side stepping and parrying strikes between the two Kamerilah kicked first one, then the other into the same dumpster, three down seven to go.

Another man came at her quickly grabbing up his gun the man opened fire, but Kamerilah was too fast, easily dodging she kicked the man dead in the crotch, her toenails doing more damage to the skin then to his personal ego. The man shriked as he became an It and sank to his knees

Four down, six to go. it was at that moment the police came into view and their jaws hit the pavement as they watched the woman, The one known as Hitokiri Battousai, Kamerilah Battousai the Manslayer taking down the worst group of scum in the city.

And she never dropped her coke, or lost any of it.

As the two policemen watched, Kamerilah sidestepped a man swinging a baseball bat at her, and instead kicked out his knee, before kicking him solid in the chin, making him hit the pavement with a thud, his jaw broken; Kamerilah limped briefly and ducked a wild swing from the group leader who ended up nailing his own second in command dead in the face, six down, four to go.

As the police watched, the last two brought out their guns, sadly, Kamerilah used one of their own as a punching back, and they ended up shooting their own man before she threw the body at them, a sad look on her face, she was trying to avoice death.

That left the leader of the merry band of dumb fucks. Her free hand went to her sword hilt. The cops stared, was she going to draw the weapon ? If she did, that would be a problem for certain. But she didnt "This one had warned you to not do anything stupid, that she did. But you didnt listen, that you did not. Now, you have two choices, you can leave now, and tell your fellows Im here, or you try and take me down, which is it ?"

Rather then answer the man screamed and withdrew both his guns, emptying them in the general direction of the woman.

When the dust settled the police expected to see a dead woman in the road. instead they saw nothing, just the man staring and reloading his weapons. At least until they heard the voice "Up here" The man looked up, and was too late as she came down hard on the guy, her elbow slamming into his head, sending him to the ground in a heap.

sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurk

The woman started to walk away. Only one man was dead, by his own fellows, the good news was, she never drew her sword

It was then the two cops got their brains working and their jaws agreeing "Hey you! Stop!!" Oz crowed.

Kamerilah turned, as she did so the two officers saw clearly the scar on her right cheek. Her eyes went wide "Oro ??"

As Kamerilah stood in the alley path of a random street, staring wide eyed at the two policemen ordering her to stop moving and place her handws where they could see them, it was the movement of something above the two officers that had her attention; she recognised both beings as a portal just up and opened in the air and dumped two women out of it.

Whump

One of the two women, in purple and white robes of a strange mongolian like design, slammed dead onto both officers in a heap, sending all three of them to the pavement as the other, dressed in white with a black and white belt and silvber hairband holding her dark hair back slammed onto a dumpster lid, sending the thing flying and landing on her twin

"Next time" The one who landed on the policemen, ""I'll open the portal to Momma" FWAMP Went the dumpster landing on the woman, only her feet were seen as she freaked out, her voice echoing "Aie! I'm blind!... Oh wait... a little help here...." The woman stumbled around unable to get out of the dumpster bin.

Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurk went Kamerilah as she watched her daughters antics as the wone dressed in white woke up by rolling off the broken dumpster and all but landing on the police nearly sending both men to the pavement in another heap had she not landed on two of the knocked out gang members

"I thought you opened it this time ?" The woman said simply to her twin, Yang had a headache, that wouldnt be the last time she'd take a portal after getting hammered. On her hip a pair of swords was seen clearly by the police, whereas the woman, her twin apparently, still with the trashbin on her upper body was bonking into shit in the alley.

"Oh shit rolling now!" The other woman said as she did just that after losing her balance and rolling around the alley as Kamerilah watched a smile on her face. Trust her daughters to have a fun time when it came to portal uses.

Yang rolled her eyes and stumbled to her feet, moving to the woman in the trashbin she tripped over her sisters feet, but at the same time stopped her rolling. "Get out of that thing Yin, you dont know what was in it!"

"Sure I do, some guys undershorts during Fitijus Day fights" Yin replied, her sister finally got her out of the trash. "Dojnt throw me away next time, geez, that hurts." Yin complained, it was then the police got a real good look at the three women, dressed almost identically, it was clear who they belonged to, both girls were twins, black hair, dressed differently however.Yangs eyes were a dark green, the same as her sister, but the only way to tell them apart was their clothing, and hairbands. Whereas Yang wore silver in her hair, Yin wore black hairbands to keep her hair out of her face.

Finally their mother spoke "What are you two doing here ?"

"Great Grandma sent us, said you might need help" Said Yang, who then noticed the police, one dead man, and nine knocked out bodies "Did we come at a bad time, Mom ?"

"Nope"

"Are we in trouble ?" Yin asked

"Possibly"

"With them ?" Yang asked

"The police ?"

"Yeah" Yang said

"Not yet"

That was possibly the best answer both Hitokiri could get from their mother before the policemen got their brains, and jaws working

Alighieri evaporated into existence with a foul hum emanating from what seemed to be the very walls themselves. After what felt like nearly an aeon, all sound was annihilated from existence as he manifested his corporeal form.

Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh~

he exhaled, extending his claw-rife hand towards the center of the room as a faint red glow began to illuminate the mysteriously-darkening Bar.