I will find him(Open/Timey)

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Gliding within the sky, Lorelei and Dementia swoop down into a ally way. Landing upon the ground, the woman`s doll removed her arms from around Lorelei`s waist. The large wings made of iron sand sink back into her frame, giving her the appearance she had before. "So, why the hell did you make us leave? I was having fun toying with the boy; who was that on the phone?" Dementia questioned while Lorelei dust herself off. Looking over his shoulder, she formed a malicious smirk. "Well, that was Demetri, the guy I met when I traveled through Europe. You know that bount, Alister? He had the doll, Kein. You know, the large lion humanoid that you had a crush on." she paused for a moment to snicker at her mentioning of Dementia`s feelings towards the other doll.

Narrowing her eyes, Dementia gave what could be labeled as the "Ice Glare". "Anyway, I had him monitor Alister`s movements. And though he did seem to drop from the face of the earth, Demetri found him. Believe it or not, Like us, he is traveling through this area. I hear he is a on his way to Naruki, which means. We can finally get the answers we need, and you can meet Kein again. Haha. I also plan on putting him in his place. His power is not as great as he makes it out to be. And he knows it." she gripe while loking back on their first encounter. The older bount treated her as if she was a weak child, which did not sit well with Lorelei, whom will prove to the male, that he is not as strong as he claim to be. Looking to Dementia, her glare did not waiver. Hr gaze shifted to the side, trying to hide the fact that she did like Kein, for reasons she will not disclose. "Ugh, I don`t give a damn about that overgrown pussy cat. Unlike you, you would of jump at the bit to get in bed with Alister. You are such a slut." with a certain growl in her tone, she cross her arms across her chest and look to the side.

"As expected, you are still mad that the overgrown pussy cat turned you down when you made your move on him. I wouldn`t touch that bastard if someone paid me, well, depends on how much, but still. He`s a douchbag, and I have the right mind to slit his throat for treating me with such disrespect. No one does that, well there is you, but I can take that, since you have issues." Turning her back to Dementia, she decidd it to be best to hurry up and blend in, just in case the fullbringer were follow them. "Whatever. I`m going back to my sealed form, small breasted whore bag." she insulted. Seconds later, her body broke down and flowed through the air and to the neck of Lorelei. Forming back into her sealed form, a black pendant shape like a crystal. "Whatever." she stated as she surpressedher spiritual pressure and headed into the crowd. Only to stop and enter a clothing shop.

“Wait for it… Wait for it…”
Waiting for just the right amount of time, Charles held back an arrow, packing enough energy into it, in such a way, that it became unstable. And, just as the wind hit him, he allowed it to push him backwards – into cover, and out of sight. Though he still suffered numerous cuts and gashes all over his torso and shoulders, the burst of reiatsu resulting from the unstable arrow bursting in front of him managed to block the brunt of the attack. However, he was bleeding, and badly. Added to the fact that his shoulders were now weakened, thus causing his aim to deteriorate further, he had to put every iota of his energy into the fight now. He couldn’t see what conserving it would do any more – he needed it. And fast.

Charles lurked in the bushes, hiding his presence – visually, and spiritually. She would detect him as soon as his bow was drawn, as soon as a Seele Schneider was used, anything relating to his abilities. He had to make this count, because if he didn’t, things were going to be that much harder. With any luck, she would think him to be down and out – if she was wise, she would still be on her guard, suspecting that he had a trick up his sleeve. And he did.

Notching one of the Seele Schneiders, he took aim, keeping his presence as low as possible, making him look as if he was still clinging to life, but in a subdued state. He couldn’t keep it up for long – he wasn’t losing enough blood to die quickly, but the fact was that he was losing it regardless. He could feel his arms faltering, but through sheer will and determination, he managed to keep them steady, just for a second.

And a second was all he needed. With everything he had, and with –what he hoped was – the element of surprise, Charles let loose the melee weapon-come-arrow, aiming for the Bount’s heart. But, his aim was still off. Not enough to miss if she stood still, but it wouldn’t be a killing shot if he did hit her. Unless it pierced her spine – that would do the job just fine. And he watched, pleading that the arrow hit something – anything. It didn’t matter if he won or lost, though he would have loved to win.

He just wanted to make the two realise that underestimating somebody was a grave mistake, one that could cost them their lives. He cared not for them and their brainless fighting, and he was in a mindset that they would likely be far more careful about fighting in the future, never taking things at face value. He fought with his head as well as his bow – and he hadn’t even used any advanced techniques.

Charles smirked, finally thinking he could afford to, as he had actually managed to land a serious wound on his foe. He had worked something out – vague as it was, it was better than nothing. He had to attack Loreli to get to Dementia – that aside, he had seen that his arrow had barely phased the doll.
“To defeat a general, you must first kill his horse.”
Though powerful in her own right, given recent developments, it seemed to Charles that Loreli was the ‘general’ in this case, and was largely being propped up by her doll. He figured that, if he took her down, he would be able to neutralise the other threat as well.

However, his victory was short lived. Though the trees he had fled behind provided cover, he could not stop the majority of the attack’s power, causing his already-weakened left arm to fracture from the elbow to the wrist, leaving it little more than dead weight, for the time being. And, though not fractured, his right arm began to numb, effectively cutting its effectiveness to a near-useless level. And, though he could not confirm his ribs were cracked, breathing difficulties began settling in. The icing on the cake was the javelin, piercing clean through his left hand.

Unable to take the pain any longer, the javelin was taken hastily out, prompting a bloodcurdling cry of excruciating pain. Just about able to limp away, bloody and broken, Charles moved further into cover, focussing his power on slowly dimming his spiritual pressure, until it was masked completely. He didn’t think they would fall for it again. He didn’t think that they would take the risk of not making sure he was finished. However, there was something that concerned him far, far more.

The perpetual drum beat, the one that had been inside his head for the entire fight, the one that had refused to leave him, always in the same pattern. One, two, three four. Four rapid beats, a pause, and then the drums again. And, what was worse, was that he could feel something approaching. He hadn’t noticed it in the heat of battle, but whatever was approaching had power that grew with every repetition of the four beats, the ones that only he seemed to be able to hear. The sound of drums.

With a grim smirk on his face, Charles fell onto his back, covered by various bits of greenery, unable to do anything more than twitch his right hand and fingers. The fight was over – he had lost, effectively. He could fight, but at what level? The doll was still intact. He had failed to take out Loreli, only injure her. But, the presence moving towards them… He thought of that as the bigger threat.

“Can you hear them? One, two, three, four… The drums, they’re coming. Every beat, every second, its presence grows… Can’t you feel it? Something’s coming. That spiritual pressure I’m sensing isn’t you. It’s far, far too large. And it’s a hell of a lot more dangerous than me, if it’s that big. You may have taken me out, but don’t expect to have such an easy ride with this fellow.”

Charles smirked, as if his wounds weren’t even there. Of course, he was still hurting like hell, and his vision was even blurred slightly around the edges. With no tricks left, not even a last-resort suicidal move, all he could hope to do was chill the two, by making them realise just what was coming for them. He didn’t know what it was, he couldn’t even tell where it was – however, even a novice could sense the immense pressure bearing down, increasing with every drum beat inside the Quincy’s head. The boy almost laughed, but stopped, unable to even sit up properly. He looked to his enemies, almost mocking them.

This was the sort of pressure that a lieutenant would seem to tense at. It was not enough to worry a captain, and a small team of Shinigami could deal with it. But, considering it was gradually increasing, its strength ever-growing, it would be a problem if not dealt with promptly. Yet, despite this, Charles took a grim satisfaction in knowing his opponent may finally have been put in her place, by a threat that could only be sensed thus far, and by the fact he had wounded her. She wasn’t as good as she thought, and had he the energy, he would have called her simple.

“You leave our son be, or you’ll see just how tolerant his mummy and daddy are.”
Two Quincies, likely Charles’ parents, stood behind Loreli and Dementia, their bows drawn and arrows notched. Their aura alone was vastly different from their son’s – if Charles was skilled, these two were veterans. People whose abilities – while not used often now – were still as deadly as they had been all those years ago. “Oh, don’t look so surprised. You don’t know our son at all.”

The father spoke, while his wife remained quiet – though it was her eyes that pierced the soul and inspired fear unmeasured, while the father had eyes placid, yet that was what was scary about them. That he could remain so calm, so predictable, in the face of someone who had just taken out his son.
“You’re weakened, woman. And, I assure you, we are far stronger than our son. Even one of us is able to crush him beneath our boot. So, you just step away, and do whatever it is you people do. We’ll handle the drums, and whatever entails. If you don’t… Well, let me put it this way. In me and my wife’s hands, we each hold a bow tempered by decades of experience and training, honed by the blood of our foes. Given that these are two of the most powerful bows this side of Karakura and could blow your respective heads clean off, you’ve got to ask yourself one question – feeling lucky, punk?”

Both were serious – this was their son that was being threatened, the boy they had raised since he was just a crying, bloody little pile of flesh. And, if their tales were true, both combatants stood little chance of lasting against the pair, who were not only on higher ground than their son, but were completely uninjured. Only a fool would fight on, now.

"I suspected as much. Arrogant twat."
"She deserved it..."
"I'm talking about you, Charles! You put your life in grave danger! You're lucky you've trained so hard, or you'd be dead already! Now just shut your bloody mouth. And if I EVER catch you in a fight like this again, I'll have your head. Do you hear me?"
"Yes... Dad..."
"Good. Now, rest easy, an ambulance is on its way."
"How did you..."
"Oh please, we can tell when you're weakened, and when you're just pretending."

Charles’ father, while he acted abusive, actually cared deeply for his son – shouting at him was his way of expressing it. He was furious the boy had put himself in so much danger – even considered him selfish for not thinking about the people that cared for him.
“Honey?”
“Yes?”
“Do you recognise that… Thing?”
“Bount. Definitely Bount.”
“Weren’t they…”
“There are always survivors. And with her on the loose, there’s no telling what’s going to happen. As much as I hate to admit it, we may need to bring this to the attention of some higher powers… Or perhaps not. We’ve dealt with this kind of thing before. One shouldn’t be a problem.”
The two had evidently fought Bounts before – and if they were still alive, the Bounts would likely be dead. In a sense, they were like retired vampire hunters, and given that their son had just rushed into battle with one, an explanation was probably in order.

Something neither was looking forward to.