Just slow enough for it to be seen by the naked eye, the vampire rushed at Dourgan. It drew it claws back, flexing its head in a horrid scream. Dourgan rolled to the side, taking some scratches to his back. Not stopping, he ran straight for Yorick, shoulder checking him to ground. He brutally kicked the man in the back of the head as he got up, knocking him out.

Just in time for the Vampire to punch him squarely in the chest.

Flying back to the other side of camp, he hit the rock face, and slid down. His legs were shaking, his eyes panicked. He spits blood to his side, and levels his greatsword in his right hand. With his other hand, he threw daggers. The first one was caught by the undead, but the other one hit it in the leg.

Screaming violently, it threw the knife back in a panic, piercing Dourganin the shoulder, leaving the other one embedded.

The leg that held the knife was smoking violently, as well as the hand that had caught the other one. Dourgan laughed and brought his hand up to his forehead. “I can’t believe I forgot they were silver!” he cried, putting his hand back to his sword.

Even though it dragged its leg behind it, the vampire still far outclassed the dragonborn in speed. With a left hook, Dourgan flew again through the camp, landing in the bush.

On his hands and knees, he starts shaking violently. Breathing heavily, Bleeding heavily, he lowers his form into the dirt, becoming as quiet as possible.

Something stirred from within him. A slow, raspy voice spoke from within his mind.

Destroy it…..

Kill it…..

Make it pay…..

Use me, young dragon. It is the only way.

Dourgan ignored it and observed the vampire making its wayaround camp, sniffing. 

It can hear you breathing, moron. If you die, I die too. Now stop it with the nostalgia you pussy and use me!

Dourgan sighs heavily, about to get up.

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A sharp pain erupts from the small of his back. Lying down, something had jumped on him. Struggling he saw the driver on his back, kicking his legs and giggling. "Found him mistress!" he squealed, dancing around.

Something snapped.

Using his arms to push himself to his feet, he grabbed the Drivers head with one of his hands, and squeezed. The old mans head caved in, he spasmed in death throes, struggling against the hand on his head. He collapsed, dead on the ground.

Dourgan looked back towards the vampire and its slow approach. Little strands of black emanated from between his scales as he stepped out of the forest, purple emanating greatsword in hand. 

Crouching down, he kicked off the dirt in the ground, speeding toward the vampire in ungodly speed, his pain seemingly forgotten. Shock in its eyes, the vampire lunged back. It was too slow.

Dourgan ripped his sword along from the vampires waist till its shoulder. Where it touched it eviscerated, sundered. He kicked the lower half away, and grabbed its neck. Screaming from the pain, the vampire tried to hit the dragon born with its fist. It hit Dourgans face, but it didn't move. It merely laughed in a voice that was not entirely Dourgans.

"Puny human, struggling against the sands of time. Who did you whore yourself to, to achieve this 'Immortality' of yours?"

The vampire pulled its hand back, but before it could strike the arm sailed off into the woods.

"I wonder...I wonder. Was it the Northern Redanian aristocracy? Or perhaps a freelancer?"

At the mention of Redania the vampires defiant face fell, before bursting into anger.

"What are you, a fucking fiend? Let me go!"

The vampires upper torso struggled, to no avail.

"Come then 'immortal' let us be disposed of you." He begins to walk towards the river, vampire in hand. The anger had dissapeared from the vampires face, and all that remained was pure fear.

"No..No please! I'll do anything just don't kil-"

In a singular motion the torso was flung under the waterfall, as the vampire screamed and squirmed under the running water. The dragonborn merely watched and smiled, beginning to turn. 

"Why do you have your hand to my back cleric?"

The dragonborn turned his head slightly to catch a glimpse of the plated man.

"Release him."

The dragonborn merely smiled, putting his hands in the air. "I know what a cleric of Ioun can do. Ill let him go. But before i do, one question?"

"Ill grant you that."

"You weren't really charmed, were you?"

It was Yoricks turn to smile. "Who knows. Now.. Get out of him!"

His hand lights up, causing the shadows around Dourgan to dissipate slightly.

"AAAHHH! Fuck you asshole! I'm leaving I'm leaving!"

The dragonborn closes his eyes, and the shadows fully dissapear, before the body collapses on the ground.