Dredge was still focused on the demon before him. He rubbed a grubby hand across his face as he prowled around the interloper in a circle. He allowed the other Vampire to do the talking - Dredge was more of a scrapper then a talker. Still, the moonlight glinted off the blade that had indented in the tree nearby, and soon enough Dredge wandered over to inspect it.

[i]Another sickening sounds reverberates through the jungle, a plume of acrid smoke rising some distance to the north. Something catches on the breeze - a scent of rotten flesh, perhaps - but then the night steals it away as quickly as it came.[/i]