In London
In an unknown location.
Ragnar and Aruka were having a light spar.
Ragnar swung a wooden sword at Aruka's head to which he dodged the attack.
He than sent a roundhouse straight for the side of Ragnar head to which he blocked catching his leg in his hand, but Aruka predicted that.
Using his other leg to attempt to kick under Ragnar's chin. Which he dodged by stepping back.
Letting his opponent go and falling on the ground back first. Aruka performed a kip-up and immediately charged at Ragnar.
He started with some straight jabs and tried to go for an uppercut.
Ragnar dodged each at the last second with effortless ease. He than socked Aruka in the face with a right hook causing him to stumble back.
As he stretched hand at Ragnar gesture for them to stop.
"I yield, I yield! Dammit man! He said as he let his butt fall to the floor rubbing his sore cheek.
"You could have gone easy on me y'know."
"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" He said while tilting his head.
"Son of a bitch!"
"Language." Samwell said as he came down from the stares of the training room. Sipping a cup of joe as he stared at yhe other two.
"I'm sorry, but did you just say...language?"
"Thank god I thought I was hearing things."
The Ragnar and Aruka turned to each-other than to Samwell than back.
"Are you high?"
"Brain dead?"
"A shapeshifter?"
A noticeable vein appeared on his forehead and gave them a smiled that didn't seemed like a smile.
*BONK.*
*BONK*
Ragnar and Aruka held their heads as they had big bump on them.
"Soo now that we cleared all that... how about you tell us what yoh found." Samwell gestured towards Eamon who's eyes were glued to a book in his hand.
"Seems that most of the dead people reports were caused by vampires and cannot be sure of which clan it is."
Do you have any pictures of the bodies of the victims?" Ragnar questioned leaning in and locking his fingers together.
"Hear." He toss hims a couple of pictures towards him.
They were pitcures of the victim body what seemed to have decayed to a certain degree on specific areas and were ringed dried of blood.
Ragnar glanced at them for a couple of seconds as he came up with a clue.
"The Illarion clan?!" He said in surprised which caused everyone to look at him.
Theo raised his hand to asked the question everyone wanted to know. "Who are the Illarion?"
"They are an old and powerful vampire family thats quite old probably among the top 5 oldest. Only being out done by a few such as the Bloodfires. They are of the Strigoi class of vampires, it's theorized that they could have been sired during the Renaissance period.
Their most noticeable features are their pale blonde hair and their muddy yellow eyes.
Their main ability of their sireline is deconstruction touch, which allows them to turn most physical forms of matter they touch into dust. Making it a risk to face them up close in combat.
And they are probably the among the few vampires, most hunters prefer not to run into"
He finished explaining to the situation and the 2 youngest were somewhat surprised.
But than Eamon remember something. "Wait you said they have pale blonde hair and muddy yellow eyes right?"
Ragnar looked at him and nodded his head. "Yes, why you ask?"
Eamon clapped his hands together and began to perform some chants. His voice for a breif moment seemed to become demonic as an dark orange glow came off his body.
A magical circle appeared in front of him and a small bat like creature came out. It it seemd to just be an orb made from some black substance.
But than it grow bat wings and a massive orange eye ball to most of the space with no other feature present
It flapped its wings and hovered aboved Eamon shoulder.
"Show them what you found."
He said and the small creature obeyed as it began to project a projection of 2 people or in this case vampires.
As both had the pale blonde hair, pale white skin, and muddy yellow eyes with the black sclera
The first was a male who appeared to be quite young, probably late 20s based on his appearance. He stood at an approximate of 5'11 in height., his hair was tied in a messy half bun with the rest falling down his back.
He's outfit consisted of a suit blazer, slack pants and dress shoes and fingerless gloves with no shirt revealing his well toned chest.
The other was a hauntingly beautiful woman appeared slightly older than the man besides as she wore what seemed to be military-styled uniform with colors of white with golden accent and a skirt. Over a lean and well-defined body.
Her hair was allowed to travel past her shoulders and end in the middle of her back.
They were traveling along the roading in the night as a bunch of muggers tried to robe them which ended horrifically for the muggers.
As the man moved first placing hand over one of the muggers face at speeds barely perceivable to the others.
to which cause the mans head to become brittle as cracks began to form along it.
And to finish it off at the vampire crushed the mans head in his hand with it becoming dust, leaving the body without a head. To which the man began feasting on the headless corpse to the horror of the others.
Upon seeing their friend being eaten, they reacted in the most reasonable way. They ran.
But the woman didn't allow them to get far. Stomping the ground that began to sprea muddy cracks that reached the other in to time completely decaying their legs and causing them to scream in agony but the lady appears aboved their heads and stomped on them with such force that crushed them upon contact preventing any chance to call out for help.
"Yup thats them, the Illarion as ruthless as ever."
"You have history with them?"
"Me no, my mother and some of my siblings...yes."