The remaining rebels in fatigues strove to tear vampires apart by rudimentary hand grenades and firearms, though with little success in the face of the opponents’ implacability.
The captain of the group, a brawny marine almost seven feet tall, could only order fire at will, since we would be waiting for some more minutes; yet despite the ostentatious bravery, cold sweat ran down his back too. The aim of the marines had saved us so far, but they were the most injured among us and their wounds had yet to be treated. And the fight was not over yet.
Since new vampires, younger and in perfect health, appeared from every corner and attacked from our blind sides, we were at last forced to retreat under cover fire. In one last effort, the grenades were removed of the safety and shot en masse.
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