Radu stomped his boot down onto the pathway outside of the Refuge. He twisted his feet slowly as he shifted his body, crunching on some loose stones. He put his hand onto the door but stopped an inch from it, pushed back. The door lit up around where his hand was, sparking yellow like a Plasma ball.
He pulled out his sword from the sheath at his waist, holding it up to tell the crowd behind him to settle down. He put the sword into his palm and pulled down slowly.
Blood dripped from the slice on his hand. It dripped towards the sky but got stuck in the air. The drops hovered there frozen as though they had forgotten how to move. He squeezed his hand into a fist, causing a large gush of red to shoot out. The blood had formed a runic circle that was now glowing very lightly over the sidewalk and the door to the refuge.
“Boom.” He said, loudly and clearly, slapping his cut hand onto the circle. The was a flash of red light twisted with yellow, the sound was muffled but it definitely sound like an explosion.
The wall entering the refugee was destroyed, leaving a couple of stronger steel support beams and a mound of broken concrete rubble. There was still magic protecting the Refuge, sealing it away from prying eyes, keeping what was inside hidden in shadow. “Well, go on then.”
“Radu… I could still be of use.” Her face was covered with dry tears and mascara. She held her sides and moved slowly even with two other vampyres pulling her along.
“No, you can’t.” He pointed his sword at her and motioned towards the dark hole in the wall.
She stopped just before the hole in the wall, shaking in terror. “Go!” He walked up behind her
“I-I can’t!” She screamed. He lifted his leg and gave her a hard shove with his foot.
She half fell, half stumbled through the threshold.
Her body shot back out, Radu stepped to the side to dodge it. A large piece of ice protruded from her chest and back, there were several holes in her now, most cauterised, some glowing and some sparkling. The front of the crowd looked at her and took a few short steps back.
“If you don’t run in now you’ll all end up like that!”
They all seemed to turn and look to the Vampyre next to them, then nodded. Breaking into a human paced run, they piled into the hole.
Radu slipped in through the barrier with a bigger cluster of Vampyre, allowing them to take most of the hits. The moment he passed through the barrier he jumped into hyper speed. He felt his whole body get heavy, they had planned for that as well.
No matter, he was still faster than most.
He ran at the closest refuge enforcer he could see, the one shooting the bolts of ice. She noticed him heading for her and quickly fired four ice-javelins out of her hands.
He only just managed to sidestep them. They left cold patches on his jeans and shirt. He put his hands onto her head, a look of terror came over her face. Her eyes so wide he could see his own smile in them
With a flick of his wrists the reflection was gone and she fell limp to the floor, the ice sword she was preparing shattered into a cloud of snow.
He looked up from her lifeless body and snarled hungrily. Two other mages chose him as their target.
‘Wise’ He thought dodging an arrow made of pure white light. His sword was drawn again, just in time to cut through a wire net that appeared above him.
Darting forward in a zig zag, he was upon the archer after he missed his second shot. He shot past without even turning his body. The archers bow split in two, as did his body.
The net Weaver was already moving backwards as fast as he could without taking his eyes of Radu. Radu made a sucking sound with his tongue on his teeth. The Weaver clicked his knuckles and made several swift movements with his hands out stretched in front of him. Like he was tying a knot with the air.
Radu almost ran directly into the wire net that appeared in front of him. He wasn’t used to fighting mages that would actualize non magical items for combat purposes. Not because it was particularly hard to master but to do it at useful speed you would have to stick to creating the same item if you wanted to do it quickly.
As he twisted to avoid the second net another one appeared in front of him. He hadn’t touched it but he could tell it was made from silver, he could feel his own aura burning as it drew close. Radu twisted his neck, facing towards the mage who wove this trap.
The wound in his hand was long since healed due to his soulless nature. There wasn’t even a scar. Without drawing it completely he used his sword to open it back up.
He flicked his own blood at the mage who just grinned arrogantly.
In an instant Radu was no longer flesh but a mist of blood, spreading out like a swarm of mosquitos.
The Weaver frowned, he had never fought a blood mage before.
Radu reformed, slamming his hands onto the mages’ shoulder and head, pushing him to reveal his neck. His Vampyre teeth punctured the jugular, he only took in a mouthful of the blood. He only wanted to replenish the strength lost during the mist. The mage dropped to the floor already becoming pale as his essence poured onto his shirt and puddled around him.
Radu looked at his army, it was mostly gone now. Only the strongest were left, and they were still fighting with the strongest of the enforcers. ‘The strongest they have on the door’ He turned towards the bar, the door to the stairs and the door to the kitchen had been sealed. A stronger seal than the one on the wall. ‘But not the door to the back. You think you could entrap me?’
He decided to leave the fight, it was starting to bore him.
Sam stood guard outside the artefact vault. The Vampyres’ should have been smart enough to know that even if didn’t know what they were after that we wouldn’t move everything somewhere else. However, Mr. Red suggested that she stay, to be a trap for the stupider of the bunch.
She had prepared several traps infact, but they would only kill if you continued to push through them. Her golem was with her, he was leaning on the wall like she was. This one had a tendency to imitate her, the soul energy used to create a golem would never pull a whole consciousness out of the next life. Sam had made very sure of that, but it seemed that some personality traits were copied from the spirit.
A pale man jumped into view at the end of the corridor. He had his back to her, he was swinging and thrusting sword around at nothing.
Sam blinked and let her Chatesque vision take over, he was swinging at a Hellhound. Another was lying dead just around the corner. It wasn’t just a man. It was a Vampyre.
She stood up straight, the golem did the same. She readied herself, putting one foot facing the opponent and the other behind her for balance. Her Golem stood in front of her but didn’t obscure her vision.
The Vampyre made one last powerful thrust and managed to pierce the shriveled heart at the centre of the Hound. He seemed to relax all of sudden, putting away his blade and dusting himself off. The arms of his coat and one of the legs in his pants had been shredded.
Turning to face the vault his kinked out his neck and scrunched up his face, as if to say ‘Seriously?’
He jumped into a sprint, his shoes slapped against the ground slightly wet with dog saliva. Her golem swiped to the right and slammed him against the wall. He let out a groan like the life was leaving his body.
“You can turn away at any time. The Omakane isn’t even in this vault.”
“As if i’d be that stupid.”
Sam put one hand on her hip and her other palm onto her face. Sighing deeply.
“William, kill him please.”
“Yes my lady.” The Golem’s voice was less a voice and more a grinding of rocks that were done strategically to create the same noise as a voice.
It grabbed the Vampyre with both hands and slammed him into the ceiling, extending its arms as needed to reach.
“I am so done with being trapped today.” The Golems arms were suddenly severed, falling to the ground. It lifted up what was left to its face, confused. They were already starting to reform as the others were being reabsorbed. “Not so fast.”
The blade went right through where the golem’s face ought to be, something came out with it. As Sam saw it she frowned.
“Fuck it, now I have to make another one.”
“You won’t be making anything ever again.”