The moment the female vampire lunged, the air rippled with a sudden shift in pressure—an
oppressive weight that made the hairs on Ethan's arms stand straight.
He barely had a second to react.
Clang!
Warlord's Fang met her clawed strike in midair, the impact jarring up his arms like he'd
slammed into a boulder. His boots skidded back across the ancient stone, trailing dust.
If not for his quick reflexes, the curved claw aiming for his throat would've ended the fight before it
began.
"Tch—fast," Ethan muttered, eyes narrowing.
The vampire smiled, feral and bloodthirsty. But she didn't get to strike again.
A steel axe flew through the air, spinning end over end before slamming into her shoulder with
a thud. She twisted just in time, the blade grazing instead of embedding, but it was enough.
Daniel charged in after the throw, shouting, "Now!"
Reyna was already in motion. "Let's gut this corpse, don't ya!"
