Firsjen's figure arrived a dozen meters away from his previous position, and seeing the rain of amber which turned into light particles and disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief.
One second late and that would've been him.
"Vampires, always so predictable."
Before he took a moment to rest his racing heart, a mocking sound came to his ears. Before he understood anything, he felt a sense of dread enveloping him.
Sensing the danger coming from his back, he quickly turned around, just in time to see an arrow coming towards his neck.
He didn't think about his enemy, but raised his hands to block the oncoming attack, while moving backwards.
With heightened senses that was a racial trait of noble vampires, even though he was caught off guard, he managed to grab the arrow in his hands, before it could hit his body.
"You missed." Firsjen said, when he noticed, it was Amelia who shot at him.
