"Athos!" Porthos shouts in panic, instantly turning away from the dust and corpses left when Athos' weapon goes scattering. He growls, a feral and dangerous thing as he cracks all his knuckles, hauling off the vampire. "Get off my boyfriend," he snaps at the thing, not a hint of mercy in him as he pummels the thing in, its fangs making his knuckles bleed. Finally, when he feels abject pleasure that he's gotten his delights, he drives the stake into its heart, sagging backwards.

"Please tell me that's all of them," he murmurs.