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Robert raised the rifle and aimed it at the vampire. He took long calm breaths as he tried to aim at the vampire's head. He would have aimed for her heart but she was positioned in such way that made it almost impossible to hit, and for Robert to relocate would be extremely dangerous. Robert took gave a thought of his pistols hang in his belt before putting all focus on aiming. He exhaled. Pang!The bullet hit the vampire just beneath her right eye and through her head so blood splattered across the wall. Robert realized his failure and threw the rifle to the side while reaching for the pistol. The vampire screeched as blood poured out of her silver burnt wound. She grabbed the victim and threw her to the side with extraordinaire strength. She went over the bed and straight towards Robert. The door to the room slammed open as the vampire knight ran inside and pierced the neck ripper with his sword. Robert raised the pistol and fired off towards the vampire's chest - but he missed the heart. The neck ripper screamed. She continuously hit the vampire's head with a blood infused strength that he could not withstand. As he lost balance, the neck ripper threw him over the bed. Robert raised his blunderbuss pistol but the neck ripper was now too close. With her hand she swept the blunderbuss from his hands. Before she could tear Robert apart the vampire knight threw a dagger that hit her in the upper shoulder. He dashed and jumped over her, forcing her into the fireplace. He pulled out the sword from her chest and tried to cut her head off but the neck ripper scratched his face and pushed him away.
She screamed of intense pain as she covered her burning face with her hands. Robert dropped the smoking blunderbuss and pulled out an axe, but the other vampire was already over the neck ripper again. He thrusted his sword through her throat and into the logs behind. The neck ripper violently tried to get away but she was stuck and blinded. The vampire took his dagger and cut her chest open. He thrust his hand into her chest. He grabbed her heart and crushed it in palm. The neck ripper was now shaking violently as blood poured out of her mouth, nostrils, eyes and the burnt skin. The knight pulled the crushed heart from her chest and threw it to the side. Robert sat down on a chair watching the neck ripper draw her last breaths.
The night had not even begun but monsters have already infiltrated the town. At least now there was one less of the.
Nigredo quickened his pace as the bell tolled, finishing one last concoction before the midnight truly began. As the mournful toll began to fade, Nigredo could hear moans and wails echoing in the distant darkness. Time to go. May the other little ones be safe.
Nigredo gathered up his tools and cauldron, carefully tucking them away among his robes. Better to take a few extra moments now than find oneself compromised during an encounter. He looked back down at the three newest concoctions. A flaming red vial of pyracantha tincture went onto a bandolier under his robes. A few extra medicine balls went into a leather pouch, the rough brown pill balls not yet fully firmed up; there was no time to let them settle properly. Finally, Nigredo looked over a pair of sweet-smelling grey-white pills. Murkmist, one of his most potent escape tools, brought those that smelled it into an illusory dreamlike state, usually rendering them unconscious in the process. If only there were time to make more. This is far too little to work with, but there's no time left. We should find some shelter before things get–
A howl tore through the air, cutting off Nigredo's train of thought. That sounded close. Nigredo tucked the murkmist pills into an inner breast pocket as he and his assistants fled the market. Just as they made to cross into Old Town, a large wolflike creature leapt into their path, snarling madly.
Nigredo stepped between the beast and his assistants, brandishing the scarlet pyracantha tincture. He glanced carefully to each side, keeping the creature in sight at all times. If this thing is like regular wolves, then one being here means there should be others–
A second wolf creature lunged out of the bushes to his right. Nigredo barely stumbled out of the way, earning a few gashes along his right arm of the trouble. He flung the tincture, scattering the fiery fluid across both wolves in a brilliant searing splash. The wolves howled and thrashed as the acidic solution ate at them.
"Let's go," Nigredo said, moving to lead his assistants away. The first wolf lunged, eyes wild and fangs bared. Just before it could sink its teeth into Nigredo, a screeching ball of fur and claws fell onto its face, knocking it aside. The two beasts tangled as Nigredo looked on in confusion, both falling still moments later. The other wolf lay a short distance away, appearing to have succumbed to the tincture.
Approaching carefully, Nigredo drew his dagger, in case either combatant was feigning death. Pulling them apart, he felt a small pang of grief gnaw at his heart. A creature that looked like a cross between a ferret and a porcupine bore deep gashes across its small body. A number of its quills had broken off, piercing the wolf's skull. Thoris, one of his assistants that hadn't made it back before the bells. It's barely begun, and we've already lost one of you. While unfortunate, this sentiment matters not if we don't survive the midnight, so we must push on.
A few of the others were keening softly, but they understood as Nigredo led them away into Old Town. As they looked for shelter and a decent vantage point, Nigredo swallowed one of his medicine balls, feeling the gashes across his arm beginning to close slowly. It'd leave a scar when they finally closed up since the pill wasn't quite finished, but there was no time to be concerned about that. I understand that these creatures aren't normal, but the pyracantha should have been more effective against them. If that was only the beginning, then I am compelled to wonder if it's even worth fighting for our lives…
Nigredo felt something rubbing against his leg, pulling him out of his thoughts. Keris was trying to comfort him, clearly having caught on to his worries. "I'm fine Keris," he said, crouching down to be closer to his little ones for a few moments. Convinced he was better now, they followed as Nigredo moved into one of the larger buildings near the Church Quarter. Stalking up to the second floor, he found a quiet bedroom with a window facing the Church Quarter. A large tree reached up to the window, obscuring a small part of the view but providing an additional potential means of escape. This should be a decent place to rest for now. I'll have to find time to make more concoctions once my arm heals more. It doesn't bode well that someone as ill-suited to combat as I am has already been wounded. Perhaps I should set some traps along the lower floor.
Nigredo passed a small pouch of flash powder to a small black-and-green-furred primate. "Scatter that in the foyer for me please. If someone comes barging in, they'll get a nasty surprise."