"Gahh!!"
Vincent's body was moving quickly, slashing and stabbing the undead before him; his eyes were fixed on the doorway, as a powerful, strong being was approaching rapidly, while Zarina and his lovers were thinning out the crowd of zombies and undead. The sound of clashing steel echoed in the cavern as they exchanged blows, while the cavern shook from the sound of the undead's screams and the piercing screams of those who died.
His golden eyes narrowed as the figure took shape; the large, black, slender sword pierced the neck of the undead; while his hand was wrapped around the handle of the grip, Vincent dashed forward as the figure was shrouded in darkness and rushed forward towards Zarina who's eyes were glowing red, with her fangs extended due to her excitement.
