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[The panic seemed so amusing to the vampire hunter. From what he heard, people always returned from death, so Lucian couldn't help but wonder what they were all so afraid of. He smirked as he walked down the last set of stairs to lead him into the castle roof, twirling his sword, the Vanargand, in his hand as he took his sweet time in leaving the castle. Not that he was going to anyway.
He looked up towards the sky before he caught something at the corner of his eye, whirling around, barely in time to dodge a single attack]
Shit! Guess it's time for my appointment--ghk!
[He wasn't so lucky in dodging that time, easily struck in the back as he let out a yell in pain as he collapsed to his knee. Lucian didn't plan to go down without a fight, obviously, gripping his sword tightly and swinging it in an arch and turning his waist to face his attacker at the same time... only to lose that arm as the other blade cut cleanly through it, following up and striking Lucian in the side of the face, cutting his only visible eye. The loud 'clang' of the Vanargand hitting the roof rung out through the journals, as Lucian cursed in sheer pain then. He knew it was a fight he couldn't win anyway, besides, no one would miss him, right?]
W-Well, finish the job the-
[That's when the strike through the chest silenced the hunter, the familiar sounds of slicing through flesh and armor heard over the journal, and the pages are once again soaked in crimson blood.]
He looked up towards the sky before he caught something at the corner of his eye, whirling around, barely in time to dodge a single attack]
Shit! Guess it's time for my appointment--ghk!
[He wasn't so lucky in dodging that time, easily struck in the back as he let out a yell in pain as he collapsed to his knee. Lucian didn't plan to go down without a fight, obviously, gripping his sword tightly and swinging it in an arch and turning his waist to face his attacker at the same time... only to lose that arm as the other blade cut cleanly through it, following up and striking Lucian in the side of the face, cutting his only visible eye. The loud 'clang' of the Vanargand hitting the roof rung out through the journals, as Lucian cursed in sheer pain then. He knew it was a fight he couldn't win anyway, besides, no one would miss him, right?]
W-Well, finish the job the-
[That's when the strike through the chest silenced the hunter, the familiar sounds of slicing through flesh and armor heard over the journal, and the pages are once again soaked in crimson blood.]