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Like a feline the Vampire’s face went wide to show the fangs in an attempt to terrify the mortal man. Vampires think themselves above the thoughts of flesh yet they cry, whimper, and scream just like all others. One could even say that they are less than man thanks to the bloody hunger they all endure.
Using her right hand the Annihilator of Verac extended it into a pair of claws. Where the Knight indeed had weapons that would harm the Vampire she did have the same. The blood running down his right arm was a reminder that even in this mighty armor the Black Knight was not invincible.
Quick as he could, Lucian extended his left hand in a fist. The screeching face of the demon was the target and she did not think to defend from a mortal’s punch. With the force of a Dwarfen Cannon it snapped the Vampire’s neck to her left, the Knight was well within a chance to make another strike at her.
This time he aimed for the chest. If the Knight had luck then he would have blown though her bosom and struck the heart. If there was truth in the words of deadmen, then the blow to the heart was needed to stun a vampire and give Lucian a clear chance to slay her.
Against the odds, those odds that mortal men are subject to, she rode the blow that would have sent her skull flying across the room and extended her arms into the air. A simple recovery quickly turned into a maneuver as the vampire rolled through the air back onto her feet.
Lucian did not give her the chance to keep distance. He had quickly closed the gap between the two of them with fire running through his veins. Her eyes glowed with the radiance of Shyish yet Lucian would not give her this chance. Not yet!
Another blow was made against her. This time the Knight was aiming for her right ribcage in the hopes of scoring that ever tempting heart blow. He could see her already twisting in a weird contortion of speed that rubbed against his sanity but the Knight had already seen the trick once.
Movement did rob him of the tempting blow but her was able to snag her stomach. In those heavenly moments Lucian watched as the blade slowly sank into her guts with only some resistance.
Then he felt it. The glow leaped from her eyes and right into Lucian. A purplish glow ripping into him as she darted away from the blow. It costed her several inches of her guts, but does a Vampire really need those?
No, Lucian thought, she likely does not.
