Once again he was faced with his opponent’s fleeing back, this time after pointlessly desecrating a perfectly good corpse and leaving it strewn across the corridor. Adrian tutted softly to himself and then turned his head to listen carefully to each of his foe’s footsteps, paying special attention when he fled round the corner out of sight.

No more footsteps. 

So, this time he had actually deemed it wise to lay an ambush on the corner, perhaps a pointless exercise after Adrian could have filled him full of arrows two or three times prior, but still a step in the right direction. The Vampire was unsure really why the sword-wielder was so determined to run him around and then try and kill him, certainly the thought flickered through his mind that he could just turn and walk off now, leaving the man waiting for a long time to spring his trap. The thought actually amused him a little, and he toyed with it for some time as he slowly walked towards the corner, unconsciously muffling his footsteps to make not an inkling of sound for his foe to use against him as he had just done. In all likelihood the man would wait until Adrian was within sword-range and then pounce out, slashing at him with that sharp blade of his, that was all it was really good for after all. Depending on how good he was, the blade could prove lethal even to a Vampire, so approaching his killing range was probably unwise. 

Then again, completely aware of the incoming assault and with a drawn bow, Adrian was fairly confident he could end the man the moment he broke from cover, while also being swift enough of foot to avoid the sweep of the fairly average length blade. Decisions, decisions. 

The corridor turned to his right, so hugging the left wall to give himself suitable space the Vampire approached, nearing the point where he was certain the man would burst from cover and strike at him. He was not to be disappointed, raising his bow as he stepped into vision range he caught a flurry of activity and hopped back one step, coupled with his precautionary action leaving him far out of range of the swiftly descending sword. His opponent might have been able to hit him if he had brought a more suitable weapon, but a two-handed sword with such average length was not the most effective of swords.

His bow raised as his foe came out of cover, slashing downwards, he stood with his drawn arrow pointing at near point-blank range at his foe’s upper torso, and his head turned in amusement. Would his opponent recognise he had lost before the battle had really begun? The arrow lay between them, at far shorter range, betraying Adrian’s ability to have ended the fight.