Once again, Jack stood in the middle of a storm of chaos, the air filled with screams of agony and the clashing of metal, the ground littered in bodies and gore as the grass beneath their feet was stained red with blood. It was something that was familiar to him, and despite how chilly the day was, he was completely warmed up from how much he was moving. Surrounded by enemies once again, his sword stabbed and slashed, over and over as blood rained all around him. The vampires were desperate, dangerous like cornered rats that knew death was approaching. He could see their eyes begin to fill with despair as he cut them down, knowing that reinforcements would not arrive soon enough to save them from their fate.