As Adrian stood there, bow drawn and ready, the arrow primed to pierce his quarry’s heart with lethal force, the last thing he expected was for his opponent to become temporarily insane. The man leapt side wards and backwards, in order to scuttle behind the natural corner in the corridor about twenty feet ahead of the Vampire. He also simultaneously deployed some form of dark blade which seemed incorporeal and reeked of magic to the Nosferatu. Adrian paused, lowering his bow and releasing some of the tension, somewhat bemused as he listened to his foe’s heavy footsteps carrying him down the corridor, followed by a thumping scraping sound he presumed was either the man falling over or jumping down for some reason. Adrian turned his head in confusion, wondering if his entertainment was over already, there was after all a significant danger the crazy man had just fell upon his own sword.

“Why has my arrow,
Brought upon him such distress,
Does he fear death so?”

Adrian’s voice echoed with a sing song quality, accentuating the strangeness of his Eastern European accent. He walked slowly down the corridor, out of sheer habit utilizing his ability to muffle his footsteps, allowing him to move silently. He was alert to any sounds his foe made, after throwing himself to the ground around the corner, as he hugged the far side of the corridor from the corner, which incidentally was to Adrian’s left, he quickly turned, bow once again drawn and primed, ready to fire point blank into his foe if he had revealed himself. However, if he made noise and betrayed movement, Adrian’s caution would prevent him from turning the corner immediately.