The attacking vampire drove Clara back with ease, the ninja doing all she could just to stay alive, desperately deflecting each blow of the creature’s blade.

Randal squeezed his eyes tight, fighting back the urge to scream. He opened his eyes and the world slowed down around him. Randal blinked one slow, surprised closing of his eyes. This was what ODing on nanaline was like. His veins pumped maddeningly, his muscles ached to be used. Then the Special flew into action. Immediately he went after the vampire attacking Clara, sticking the animal multiple times, shallow and deep, with his blades.