Re: The Nightclub
It was then that Tyler burst in.
"Dolemeck!" He called to the fallen man.
"Ah, the Living Dhampir. Our luck continues, brothers."
Tyler let his fangs extend, claws lengthen, and eyes blacken. Four tryks..this would not be ea-and he just barely dodges out of the way of a fifth tryk's spike. Damn it! Turning his attention to the fifth was costly as they turned on him en masse. He dodged a few times, trying to reach for his incendiary equipment, but they wouldn't let him take that time. Before long he had been grazed by multiple cuts of their spikes. He could feel his movements slowing down...
"Sorry..Dol." He collapses to the ground, his eyes still open as he sees the tryks pick Dolemeck up and move to him.
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