Slowly, the other vampires noticed that he was killing their kind and many of them gathered around him.
Snowbottle was not a coward and the fact that more came for him, aroused his zeal for fighting.
However, even he had to admit that these things were too much for only him to deal.
He looked far off into the distance, he could clearly see that more of them were still arriving.
He knew that he had to fight, but at this moment, he could not help but hesitate.
"Where in the fucking hell did you assholes pop out from!?"
He looked above his head. The clouds were clearly as dark as possible with no apparent show that the Sun was going to make at any time make a guest appearance.
There was thunder and lightening, but surprisingly, there was no rain.
Snowbottle had no choice. If he waited for all of them to gather before he fought, he would be t a disdvantge.
He had to attack now that there was still room for him to maneuver.
