With a loud thud, Liz landed on the concrete field below.
Without wasting a moment, she summoned her weapon, and heeding her call, a bastard sword materialized in her hand with a rain of ethereal light sparks.
The blade of her sword was obsidian black from tip to guard as it constantly emitted a dim violet glow.
Right beside her landed a red-headed man, his calm hazel eyes scanning the vicinity as if in search of someone.
In his hand, Damian wielded a thin silver rapier. Without a change in his expression, he turned to Liz and spoke, "Should we aid the cadets?"
"No," Liz shook her head and pointed at the high-vampire with her chin. His back was turned to them but Liz knew that the bloodsucking abomination had already sensed them.
"We will deal with that bastard first," she said, slightly lifting her sword. "I will go in and you will cover me."
