The petals gnawed into Vlad's flesh and devoured him alive. He could bear the pain well as a vampire, but it was almost impossible to endure. Each petal's gray energy made it look like a piranha that had gnawed at his enemy's flesh.
Vlad roared like a wild beast, and his eyes filled with blood. The earrings flashed, and a lightning wave departed from him, destroying the petals.
He breathed heavily and stared at Wain.
The night was the best time for vampires to show off their abilities, but suddenly Vlad was at a disadvantage. Wain stood quietly in place with his wings wide open. His eyes were cold and sharp, and so was his sword, around which the petals slowly floated.
The Vlad swung his hand, and blood headed toward him.
