The Sons of Salem

Remus lay unresponsive on the floor; enshrouded in a cloud of psychoactive gas, his trusty oversized cross laying besides him as always. In spite of his condition, some semblance of a sentence managed to slur its way out of his unconscious lips.

"...Goddamnit, gotta get back to the fuggin' job-"

Still fully unconscious, one hand reached over in a slow and practised movement that had by now reached some sort of muscle memory: hefting up the large cross and slapping himself harshly across the side of the face with the enormous thing.
Bringing him back to the land of the living.

Eric has become so pumped full of different kinds of drugs, painkillers and stimulants that he no longer is phased by the limitations of his mind and body.

Orion’s Vigor is a passive ability that channels the relentless energy of the celestial hunter. With this power constantly active, the user’s body becomes resilient to all forms of physical stress, allowing them to push through pain, exhaustion, and damage without faltering. Whether enduring brutal blows or relentless fatigue, they continue forward, fueled by an unwavering, cosmic determination—just as Orion tirelessly roams the night sky, never slowing, never yielding.

A manic gleam flashes in Zayir's eye.

They just don't stop, they're hardly even slowed down. The way they shrug off pain is both admirable and unnerving.

The mobster's been through tougher scrapes than this. A few cuts and bruises won't stop them.