There were about twenty of them approaching fast, weapons glinting menacingly in the dim moonlight. As Reyna clutched the hilts of her twin blades, she felt a foreign sense of calm pervade her mind and limbs.
After Reyna been transformed into a vampire, Sibyl had begun to train her in the ways of battle. Reyna had been surprised at how quickly she'd picked it up; her new senses and abilities combined with her maker's expert tutelage had primed her for combat. In her human life, battling was something one did in a video game. Now, it was shaping up to be a part of her everyday life.
She cast a wary glance at her unfortunate ally. He was weaponless; though, tall and muscular as he was, the man could very well prove to be more efficient than any blade. The unmistakable macabre glee on his
