Sandor charged towards Max once again, his fangs bared and eyes glowing with hatred. The vampire knew that he couldn't afford to let Max live, not after he had dealt such a severe blow.
Max stood his ground, his dagger at the ready, and his eyes locked on Sandor. He could see the desperation in the vampire's eyes, but he refused to show any sign of weakness.
"You're not going to win this, Sandor," Max taunted. "You're outmatched and outclassed. You should have stayed away."
Sandor howled in anger, his voice echoing through the night. With a burst of speed, he lunged at Max, his fangs and claws stretching out like razors.
Max didn't flinch. He knew what he had to do.
[Skills: Shadow Clones, An Assassin's Stealth]
In an instant, Max vanished from sight, leaving only another shadow replica in his wake. Sandor roared in frustration, his eyes darting around, searching for his prey as he carefully avoid the clone to not get blinded again
