'Perhaps thinking I could have burst through them was a little too optimistic'
He thought holding back a wry smile. This was going to be tough.
A winged creature clad in white armour and in shining light stormed forward with a sword of radiant light –just a glance at it was certain to blind the common mortals.
'Fast.'
The warrior paladin came in at the speed of lightning, his enhanced senses struggling to keep up with its movement.
Count vampire or not, Mark was certain that he couldn't hope to defeat this warrior without taking more than a few scratches.
It closed the gap, however, Mark didn't notice in time.
He gritted his teeth exposing his fangs, wincing. It was a narrow miss, the radiant sword passed by his head as he moved to the side– a sidestep in mid air. The sword drifted past his face, and although it missed, the close proximity of it to his face, the passive damage ability of the sword, and the vampiric weakness to holy weapons inflicted quite the damage.
There was a sizzling sound, Mark subdued a cry, he gave a strong kick to the paladin in reflex, and propelled himself forward.
He covered his charred face as he swarmed forward, bringing a mantle of darkness with him.
"Charge!"
The other adversaries saw that he had been injured and they all sought to end him once and for all, he had already killed too many of them.
Mark was preoccupied with the searing pain on his face, he groaned beneath his hands, and just flapped his wings forward, not caring for whatever that was approaching.
Two wingless monsters came to his sides, each bearing a long thick spear of stone, and they held it to Mark, intending to drive them through him.
Mark was unaware of their plan and their presence, the pain he felt was much too great and he just stormed forward.
The creatures got to him and just as the spears came to go through him, his body took the form of a translucent, thin veil. Like an almost invisible sheath encompassed his body. The spears phased through him and went through their bodies, rendering them lifeless and victims of gravity as their bodies fell, and squashed upon hitting the hard ground.
Mark continued on, he had unknowingly used the phantom walk ability and made himself intangible.
Hordes of enemies came for him. Slashes, pushes, and destructive magic all came at him, but they all just went through him. He phased right through everyone.
And once he was out of harm's way –past the monster horde, and just before the portal, he pulled off his hands, revealing a burnt face, and a partly exposed skull: the areas of the nose and lips. The pain was gone, and he felt his skin mending and regenerating, becoming what it was.
'Huh?' His eyes were shot open.
'There was nothing on regeneration.' He shook his head, and looked at the angry monsters that came at him, the paladin warrior leading them.
"Oh fuck."
[Living Angelic Mass]
[Paladin of the North]
'It bears a title.' An interesting discovery, it was no surprise that it bore that much power. However, it only reassured Mark that he was no match for it, and the portal was just a few meters away.
He flapped his dark wings and strongly soared through the smoky sky.
"Don't let him!" He heard from behind, but it was too late. His fingers felt the portal, a tingling sensation befell his body, and he immediately zoomed through it.
The massive portal shone brightly once Mark entered, and a shockwave emanated from it, blasting the monsters that approached back. The shockwave was so powerful that it swallowed and crumbled buildings over hundreds of meters away, the monsters were not exempted from its force as many of them were torn apart.
In the middle of the mayhem, chaos and gore. A large Minotaur demon, red with rage stood at the bottom and looked up above to what remained of the portal.
The portal had broken, large parts of it wavered between its bright purple glow, to that of magnetic blackness.
Then, there was a silent thud. It had come from just a few steps from the Minotaur.
The paladin with armour broken and hole-riddled, and stained with bright red blood had fallen. Weak breaths came from it, but it was indicative that it was much too injured, and at the precipice of death.
A grunt came from the Minotaur and then a snort, a gift had fallen from the heavens.
Mark felt his vampire body pulled beyond its limits, his body traveled in the present space at a speed that made him lose himself. Lights of different hues all storming his face, flooding his mind. His wings were dormant and only the mechanics of the portal were responsible for his movement.
He felt like he was being wrung, a second felt like an eternity, but eventually, he was spat out and unto a new place, a new room with its challenges.
Mark fell on his face on cold concrete floor, his mind still in a daze, a sort of psychedelic trance from the colors he had seen. His vampire butt was up, his chest and face on the cold hard ground.
His abdominal muscles tensed from a wrench in his belly, and then his mouth expanded, struggling to hold in the contents that were once in his stomach.
"Bluurghhhh!"
He purged. It was a surprise that it hadn't been a stream of colors.