“I wouldn’t recommend further provocation unless ye wish to fight. Make no mistake, I have no qualms drawing my steel against ye. Your powers are terrifying, but so are all the powers that should have broken my body up until now.”
My blade sang a high-pitched tune as it cleared my leather scabbard. Vampyrs deeply in-took breath in surprise at my open defiance to this Ancient.
Five black hooded figures emerged into the room around me. They carried swords stylized similar to the Roman gladius. Part of me loathed them simply for their poor choice in weaponry, since the Romans conquered and subdued my druidic heritage.
“Back, you make this little demi appear more imposing than she is with this fuss!”
Mallock snapped to his guards, and they all hesitantly moved back towards the onlookers.
