“You can’t handle them all by yourself,” Randal said, withdrawing his own blades to help.

“Not in your condition,” Clara said.

The six vampires faced them, confident smiles turning into snarls as they began to slowly stalk Ran and Clara, the vampires withdrawing their own blades, determined to enjoy the kill.

Randal pulled out the last syringe of nanaline, injecting it into his neck.

A particularly vicious looking vampire snarled, snapping his jaws at them. Spittle flew from his deadly maw.

The vampire flew at Clara, swords at the ready. He drove her back effortlessly, she desperately deflecting his blows.