The vampire queen had always been a terrifying vampire, whether because of her overwhelming power or because of how insane she was, eager to kill her enemies with destructive force. She was on the top of her game that day, laughing wildly as her spear shot out over and over again, the air feeling electric from how much energy she was using to defend herself and try to kill them. His entire body felt on edge, moving his body to evade the spear, knowing that he narrowly avoided death every time it passed him. He was angry at her for killing Drake, but that anger was not as powerful as the fear that had built up overtime, threatening to freeze his limbs at any moment and render him useless. He had seen her power, and knew that he had little chance of defeating her.