As ever, the scrape of Athos' sword as it leaves its sheathe sets a fire in Aramis' blood, and he turns, hesitating only long enough to see the razor like teeth as the new creature emerges. It is a male, its body slight yet as strong as iron, and Aramis' breath leaves him in a whuff as he is grabbed by his shirt and flung deeper into the shadows. In less than a breath the creature is on him, but in that time Aramis has drawn a short blade, its hilt a large crucifix heavy enough to wield as a cudgel if he chooses, but for now Aramis prefers the sharp flat of it.
In the time it takes for the creature to recoil, Aramis is on his feet and plunging the dagger into its heart, deep enough that the crucifix catches on the vampire's skin with a pop and a hiss.
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Date: 2016-05-14 08:06 pm (UTC)In the time it takes for the creature to recoil, Aramis is on his feet and plunging the dagger into its heart, deep enough that the crucifix catches on the vampire's skin with a pop and a hiss.