nextgenerationmarvel | On the Hunt

Panther's Blood Force eventually got their trans-reality portal to open again. There was some time lag and even greater distance shift between when they left and where they arrived. The five dimensionally-displace villains arrived at North Carolina's Outer Banks slightly disorientated from the journey. As they got their bearings, Blood Witch took a breath of the salty air.

She looked to the others of Blood Force. They looked hungry for action and slightly disappointed they weren't getting any right away. She took stock of their surroundings. No annoying superheroes were there yet. Which was both good and bad. Good in that they could lay a trap. Bad in that they had no one to call their prey to them.

She ran her tongue over her pointed canines. "Mm. Quiet little world here. Let's make it a little louder. Sandstorm, make this sandbox ours. Rough Justice, scout the area. Iron Maiden, Blackdog, get the authorities to come. I want a surprise for the soon to be dead crown prince."

The escaping nuisance from last reality had probably warned Remi deNamor. Blood Force would not have much time to set things up. The little almost king would be here soon. Possibly with others to slay.

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Jacob did not enjoy the idea of pulling witch duty on this one. He was happy to do his part for the team, but the whole idea of squaring off against a brain witch just made him squirmy. As squirmy as he got anyway.

He marched through the chaos, eyeing the fights already in progress and itching to jump in, but he had a task and everyone looked to be holding their own. The suit hovering over the water made a nice, shiny target, though...

Just as he was looking around for something to throw, he noticed two police cars just sitting there. Not completely strange, except that he could see people sitting in them. Cops, in the middle of all this, just sitting around?

Suspicious, he headed over to check it out. Maybe they needed help.

The redheaded vampire stopped inspecting her pointy nails just in time to see Jacob walk into the area. She tilted her head and considered him. He was a bit more rocky than she had anticipated. Though how hard that rock was needed to be tested.

Blood Witch's red on black eyes narrowed as she tugged at her connection to the two bitten police officers. Shoot him.

The police officer in Blood Witch's cruiser got out of his car to fire; the other police office shot at Jacob through his windshield.

Well, that was not the reaction he'd been expecting. Cops sometimes didn't like working with the Foundation, but he'd never been outright shot at before. Not without so much as a warning.

And not through a windshield, either. What the heck?

He ambled closer, trying to look inside the cruiser, ignoring the bullets ricocheting off his skin.

Once she saw the bullets had no effect on the rocky man, Blood Witch had the policemen stop firing.

"Oh, just distract him," she ordered as she smoothly stepped out the open door to the backseat.

As she got to her feet, the police holstered their guns and ran to tackle Jacob. Or at least bounce off him and grab at his legs.

"That's not gonna work out well for you, you know." Jacob muttered as he watched the cops charge him and bounce off. He reached down and grabbed for the backs of their shirts, trying to lift them up out of harm's way... their own.

Both cops struggled uselessly against Jacob's grip on their clothing.

While her thralls distracted, Blood Witch darted around to behind Jacob. Then she jumped to try to get on his back and warp her arms around that thick neck. She needed purchase to see if her fangs could go through that very hard skin.

"Hey!" Jacob shrugged his shoulders and twisted around, trying to get a look at what or who was attached to his back. It was very unsportsmanlike to attack from behind!

"No free rides, lady!"

Blood Witch tried to hold on as best she could. The muscular rock beneath her almost succeeded in dislodging her. Her nails scraped uselessly on his neck and chest until she got her center of gravity just right.

Then she took in a breath, hoping this worked.

Blood Witch attempted to bite some part of that massive neck to get psionic control of this bruiser.

Jacob was just about to drop the cops and try to make a grab for the woman on his back when he felt a strange sensation. She was biting him! What the heck?! He actually felt it.... well, just a little bit.

And then he started to get a little brain fuzzy.

Blood Witch did not draw blood with this bite. In fact, she got a mouthful of grit. But she just needed her victim to believe he was getting bit by a vampire. Just for a moment. That gave her the opening for psionic control she needed.

She let go of Jacob's neck and slid down his back. She spit out whatever was in her mouth.

"You will listen and obey." The two police officers in Jacob's hands stopped struggling and said they would, but she waited for her newest plaything to follow suit.

If he could have seen himself, Jacob would have been horrified to see his eyes begin to change color. The whites went jet black and the pupils turned red.

"... listen and obey," he muttered, still holding the unresisting policemen in his fists.

Blood Witch smiled to herself. Perfect.

"Set down my playthings," she ordered. She meant the police officers in Jacob's large hands.

"Then go and kill the Remi. This is taking far too long."

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