Talon could feel death creeping closer as the pack of 21 monsters closed in from behind. His breath ragged, screaming in fatigue, his steps unstable yet nibble as they gambled across the hidden pitfall on the roofs. Each red roof tiles slipped one after another the moment his foot touched them, Nearly resulting him falling 4 stories under.
Few of the bloodthirsty predators behind steeped on wrong tile resulting them dropping into unknown oblivion, yet Talon didn’t look back and kept on rushing forward. Sweat was slowly beginning to cloud his vision, his head felt light headed as the blood was slowly escaped from the large cut on his torso. His heart was beating like an old screaming horse at a brink of death, adrenaline that pumped through his every being seems to have given up on living, Yet the magnum in his hand screamed for blood, and who was he to rob it from it, He felt his magic pulsed into the gun as he concentrated on a complex rune in his mind, and.
‘Bang’
One of the men, who lunged at him took the silver bullet point blank. His snarling face that revealed 2 pointed teeth couldn’t be seen along with the entirety of his head.
Talon cocked his gun back and
‘Bang’
Another one beside him feel down the building, his chest blown open, nothing but a gaping emptiness where his heart used to be.
Talon didn’t look back and quickened his pace, placing his left hand on the 2 foot long gash on his torso, trying to unsuccessfully stop the bleeding wound. His steps were slowly starting to loss their nimbleness, and his pursuers were now charging like rabied dogs after seeing the gruesome deaths of their comrades.
One of them, unlike others wore a pitch black court suit. He fasten his speed, faster than any vampire had right to, and lunged at him with eyes that promised murder and pain.
‘Bang’
His silver bullet bounced of his forehead like a feather on stone, ricocheting into darkness.
‘The Duke’
Talon’s eyes widen in realization as fear crept in his heart. He hastily pulled up his forearms, protecting his neck. The Duke bit down his forearms, his long claws embedding themselves into Talon’s abdomen drawing more blood.
A pained cry escaped his lips and he lost his footing, both the hunter and the monster crashed, and the roof beneath underneath them broke sending both of them into darkness.
The only thing that Talon could make out while he was falling was that he hit multiple wooden logs on the way along with few wooden bases before finally landing on a stone floor.
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A pained grunt escaped his mouth along with blood, He felt a new wound open as cold liquid flow down his head, and his ribs protested with excruciating pain. The dark world around him distorted even more, and a constant ring in his head refused to let him make any rational decision.
His instincts kicked in and he hastily pulled out his silver sword and began to madly swing around himself hoping to catch a lucky hit on the duke that was down there with him. Unfortunately the Duke had retreated in to the darkness that surrounded him leaving him extremely venerable.
Some part of his brain somehow manage to command his hand to hastily pull out 2 small vials from his black coat pocket, and shove them into his mouth, uncaring of what they were.
The potion in the vials took effect instantly and the constant ringing in his head subdued into silence, The absence of disorientation finally helped him to unsteadily get up on his feet. The darkness around him slowly began to fade into a black and white world, which to his horror revealed 2 dozen menacing grins that encircled him.
The nightmarish creatures were waiting for him to drink that potions just so that they could enjoy his despair.
His body trembled, weak and blood soaked. He somehow manage to bring his sword up in defensive guard, holding it tightly between the duke and himself. His defensive stance brought the symbol of The Vielguard inscribed on the sword to his eyes level, reminding him why it was placed there.
‘When a Son Of Morgaleth is on guard, it means he stands on the edge of death. As it draws near, let your spirit remain unyielding.’
The words that burned into his mind. It was a final, silent command from her to stand firm even when there was a no way out.
Warm magic pulsed through the ring on his finger, her presence wrapped around him like a final embrace. All the pain and fear melted away, the anxiety vanished and death doesn’t seems terrible at all.
He bit down on of his tooth and with a crack a bitter sweet taste spread throughout his mouth, radiating energy that threatened to tear his body apart.
Gritting his teeths he suppressed a pained scream and gripped his sword tightly, his eyes resolute, his old heart ready for on last run and his glowing silver sword ready to cut down his enemies on command.
The Duke rushed forwards along with the vampire besides him, The vampire behind him lunged and all of them came closing in from all side and all Talon had in his mind was how many he was going to take down with him.
He gave one last roar and so the bloodbath started.