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"David, get Alexi out of the way until she comes to." Krystoff patted Alexi's hair back, worry tightening his chest. He told himself that she'd be fine. "On your six, Damian!" he said, coming up behind his brother, covering the flanks that his brother's sword and fire couldn't reach. Krystoff was left with one magazine and soon that was empty too. He drew his own blade, stabbing a ghoul that was playing possum before it could tear through Damian's heel. He twisted the blade for good measure and some satisfaction. He could his blood and heartbeat like a battle hymn and dove into the fray with Damian. A few ghouls made past his blade, but only shallow grazes and cuts. Nothing would take away his family, not again. His sword shone with a dark light, the sockets on his hilt glowing a deep purple to match his need for vengeance. The blade started to swing faster, shearing through bodies like butter as it fed Krystoff's battle lust and prowess. "Damian, I'm worried about Jack, he hasn't reported in yet!" he roared as he slashed through the skull of a ghoul and was back to back.