Walter is overwhelmed fighting two vampires at once. He was panting for breath, and his face was full of scratches and it was decorated with a red liquid that oozed out from each wound. He stood shaking slightly, standing unsteadily. "My strength is at the limit, can I beat them?" thought Walter.
The two vampires were too strong to fight. Very far from his strength being too weak. "I have to find a weakness to beat them," thought Walter. He was about to attack, but he remembered something he had brought from Matheus and Hermes. "Didn't I bring these heirlooms?" said Walter, he then took the sword as his weapon. But what happened? It was too heavy as he lifted it and fought the two vampires.
"Why is this thing so heavy?" With all his might Walter lifted it. Unfortunately, it wasn't lifted by his hand at all. The two vampires laughed at Walter.
"You are weak, stupid werewolf!" The two vampires attack Walter.
