You emerge from behind the garage seconds after both Ward and Sevinc run out. Ward charges first, shrugging off the brunt of the gunfire while Sevinc lags behind, mumbling something that you can only imagine is some kind of ritual incantation. You've never witnessed Banu Haqim Blood Sorcery before, but the rumors you've heard are terrifying.
You focus on the nearest attacker, charging headlong while staring directly at him, channeling your malice and hatred into a dread gaze that stops him in his tracks. The man's rifle goes slack in his hands—he might have dropped it if it weren't for the strap holding it tight to his body—and he turns tail and flees back toward the main road in a frenzy, screaming as though he'd seen something worse than death.
The immediate threat dealt with, you glance to your right. Sevinc's murmurings cease and she stretches a finger toward the sniper on the other side of the road, curling it in a repeated "come-hither" motion. The man gurgles and screams wetly as his neck tears open, blood springing forth in a crimson arc and flying through the air into her gaping mouth in a grotesque display of her power over the blood. The flow ebbs, falters, and slows to a dribble, and when it does, the sniper staggers, croaks out something unintelligible, and collapses to the pavement, smashing in his teeth with the impact.
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