"Want you dead?" Andrais scoffs, red, bloody spit flying in my face, causing me to grimace with unbridled disgust. Had I had access to my hands, I might have shielded my face, or indeed, landed him a solid punch in the gut, but of course, me being me has no such luck.
Besides, punching a vampire would be pretty useless anyhow, it would be like going bear fisted at a towering stone wall which seems like an awfully bad plan- that said I never really was one for smart ideas.
"Want you dead?" Andrais repeats once more, his voice rising up against the darkness with an unnerving mix of pure, maniac terror and the blazon confidence of a vampire who fears no mortal blade could ever hope to dash away an inch of his life. I grunt heavily. If only I could reach my sword...
