C.O.U.B. VS Clan Ordo

The ruins of two castles. Once, long ago, two warring people used these as base camps during a war. Now, however, they have fallen into disrepair. Each castle is five stories tall, various parts being shorter due to crumbling bricks and other forms of wear and tear. As well, they are similar in length. Battlements exist on the four corners of each castle, a large drawbridge on the south and north sides of the bases, respectively (the castles are situated across from one another, about fifty yards, facing each other). The interiors have several secret passageways located inside (each team gets five that they may decide upon themselves). A dry moat surrounds each castle, both of which are quite deep. The insides of the castles are devoid of any accessories, weapons, or other commodities, having been picked clean by bandits long ago.

He had one order: exterminate two targets, one of which he knew, along side an agent of VWAT. Many may have been conflicted, but he was solid in his decision. Strange enough that this place was still standing after what looked like ages, but it had plenty of places for cover. It worked both ways though, and he knew it all too well. Despite his usual tendency to charge in head first, he decided stealth - or his best attempt at it - was the best way to go about this, so he would avoid any large openings in the walls the best he could as he traversed the left tower with as much ease and silence as a 285lb metal man could. Guns already drawn and at the ready for any surprise attacks, the cyborg's emotionless features would continue his search with a keen, analytical supervision of his surroundings, ready to react at a moments notice. .

Their hide-out was a hole in the earth someone had once called a castle. This ruined architecture was crumbling from time, but it still held some of its previous glory; the battlements spoke of a one-time battle, the foundations rang out with strength. But what she noticed more than anything was the distance between the two ancient buildings, and there wasn’t enough of it. From her guess it was fifty yards, give or take a foot or two. Only fifty yards; then again, there was a moat. That would slow anything’s approach, although she knew what she was up against, and that didn’t sit well with her.

The castle had no windows or openings aside from the arrow slits flanking the open drawbridge. If something wanted to get in, it would have to be through one of the few windows three stories up, and she had checked the perimeter hours before; luckily for them, there was no rubble or cast-off, or anything for that matter that could create a ladder for intruders. So unless their opponents wanted to jump and climb 40 feet straight up, they would need to enter through the front door.

Then again, there were very few windows to begin with, so their access points would be limited. This was a castle built for war, and windows are a structurally unsound addition to the walls. Keeping this in mind, she figured in the possibilities and probabilities and came out with a few numbers that indicated they would be restricted to only a few opening moves (some more acrobatic and absurd than others). Then again, so was she. He normally long-range relied-upon ability would be mitigated by the close quarters, and even if she kept an eye on the outside, nothing said her old partner wouldn’t be watching for her. So she kept the rifle, now much lighter in her hands, and set up on the first archway as one would enter the great door. She had a perfect vantage point for the entirety of the door, the floor and the passage behind her that lead into a large meeting hall. She was hidden in shadow, but it was the angle that supported her disappearance from sight; she could see them, but they would need to be actively looking up, and around to find her. If they could find her. It may not be likely that they both would enter here, but then again, they didn’t know she was here.

There were also the tunnels. And the passageways.

Those would come in handy for her next trick.  

She’d already discussed her theories with her new partner, and was fairly certain he was on the same page. Regardless, she would be giving support to him, and given that this building echoed like the inside of a drum, she was sure she would hear anyone “sneaking up” on her within more than a few dozen yards. And if their castle was in any way similar to this one, she would have a good floor plan to go by; she’d spent ample time running through the castle, quick-learning the stairs and the turns and the rooms. Her years taking in quick measurements and vast amounts of information on the fly allowed her to make a map in her head, one she could rely on should the fighting begin here.

Volke surveyed the entrance into the left tower two knives in his hands. He was fully aware that his companion was technologically very superior to him. He was also aware of how tricky these enemies they were fighting could be. As such he decided to act mainly as support his ally. So indeed he gaurded the entrance -out of site to the outside world being in the stair case- for his ally. Awaiting the attacks that either they, or their enemies would make.

All this hiding and waiting was such a bother. Really now, he'd been led to believe that the operative he was hunting (as well as the operative currently assisting him) were some of the best that Iscariot had to offer. No wonder he'd managed to live this long. Oh well, nothing much to be done for it now outside of enjoy the scenery he supposed. As the very least these castles provided some semblance of character to the area. Sighing to himself, Almos paced back and forth in a bored manner atop the castle that was to be their fortress. Alone on the roof, Lorand studied the opposing structure with both hands in his pockets. Utilizing the vampiric abilities of his third eye, he was able to take in the full view of the building with acute precision. Any sign of motion, the barest hint of activity would not go unnoticed by the Hungarian nosferatu. The unholy blood within his veins had sharpened his senses to far too keen an edge to be taken by surprise now.

With this in mind, he'd made no effort to hide himself from potential onlookers in the enemy territory. Let them look, that was the point after all. He'd already become intimately familiar with their castle's inner workings as well as his partner's current position. Sooner or later someone would need to summon a bit of initiative and leave the safety of decrepit stone and mortar but it was still a bit too early to simply stroll across that open expanse and peel apart that pile of stone hiding his prey. No, for now he'd play the part of the overconfident vampiric bait that these priests loved to jump on so much. Pausing at the edge of the roof facing the opposing castle, Almos smirked as the wind blew through his hair a bit, causing his golden locks to stir against his forehead. Though it irked him, he bit back a verbal taunt to his opponents across the way. If he went too far over the top now they'd never take the invitation.

The old structure that was once called a castle seemed oddly secure, despite the state of decay and ruin it was in. He had taken some time to glance through a few cracks in the walls to analyze the situation, and what he found was far from appealing. In order to reach his target he'd have to cross a large, dried up moat with little to no cover, meaning it would be likely for him to be picked off should he try for a frontal assault. The cyborg had made a point to avoid any large openings in the wall, but he had taken up position next to one, his back to the wall beside it. Hidden by a shadow with a painful emphasis on keeping every part of him hidden, he took a risk for an extremely quick peek before pulling his head back and taking a few steps to the side to further distance himself from the hole, it wasn't wise to stay in the same place after doing something like that - especially with a sniper who's rifle could easily punch through that stone.

One was on the roof of the other structure; a very inviting target, but he could only guess where his ex-partner was positioned. He was bullet-resistant to most firearms, but the things she carried had already punched a hole through him once during their partnership; one was the rifle, the other was the betrayal. Quite frankly, he perceived her as the biggest threat out of everyone on the field, including himself. Lifting both of his pistols, the cyborg had already taken note of the fruitless war this place was putting up against time, and while Meabh's rifle could certainly punch through this decrepit excuse of a fortress, so could his pistols. Miles thought it best to play it safe from a distance and what little cover that was provided, and only dive into the moat if it was absolutely necessary now that his previous partner was something more than human.

He knew the vampires location, and assuming he didn't change his position or leave, he still did. Advanced targeting systems were an amazing thing. The cyborg stepped forward and turned to face the wall he was previously against, bringing his guns forward. He was well off to the side of the hole he had just used, so chances of any lucky shots by Meabh being made were extremely slim, but he'd have to act quickly after doing this, so he readied himself. Bending his knees slightly, he pulled the triggers back. Two .50cal AP rounds barked from the barrels, punching clean through the aged stone and flying directly toward the vampires last known location, however, after the two rounds were fired, Michel dove to the side further down the hall. It would surely give away his location to his once dear friend and her deadly rifle, so he had to stay moving and out of her line of sight.

He'd come into a roll a good ways down the old hall, and come into a crouch, vigilant and alert.

She didn't have long to wait before the shooting started; more likely than not, her new companion was out taunting the other side. From the sound of the shot, she knew it was Miles, but there was a distortion to it, as though muffled, yet there was a crack to it not normally there.

Stone. He was shooting through the walls.

If that is how things were going to play out, then so be it.

Dropping down in near silence from her perch as soon as the shots were fired, she is standing with line of sight to the other castle when she sees her partner roll past in a flash. He was moving fast, and she had enough time to follow his movements before she darted out of sight as well, making her way to the second floor in the time it took most people to think. She'd used the stairway next to the large doors, so she was dumped out just above them on the next floor. From up here, there were arrow slits, enough that she could cover a majority of the front of the opposing castle if she moved between them. this, of course, was not a perfect vantage, but it had cover, and gave her the chance to have a higher take on the situation. For now, she takes up a readied position, the darkness from behind her and the lack of light in front caused her to blend into near nothingness from an outside view.

Here she would wait for their next move, and though she had relocated, she knew her partner would find her easily enough.

OOC: Yo Volke, try and get a post together in the next 24 hours alright man? If I don't see a response from ya I plan on posting tomorrow as Almos.

That's fine man. You can go now if you wish. I've given up on this site. Sorry I made you wait so long before giving you the go ahead. That wasn't very considerate of me.