Above the vampire and his ruined hand, a figure in black was descending from the ceiling, the air duct a mangled mass of falling metal behind her, one long sword in hand, another long sword being drawn as she fell.

The vampire snarled and leapt at her as the remaining human guard scrambled to remove a headset from the head of one of dead guards. Two swift strokes of her swords and the vampire’s arm, head, torso, and legs were separate pieces. The body parts sprayed out what blood the vampire had in him and continued with momentum past Clara.