[h3] Arlen [/H3]
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Emerald green eyes had glued themselves to the vampires every movement, while intense, his gaze was subtle.
The sudden and short instability breaking his self restraint.
The deep heavy echo sounded somewhere between giant blocks of stone dragging against each other and the rumble of a giants stomach to Arlen, but it didn't matter what it was aslong as it covered the sound of him snapping free the leg of a barstool.

No sooner had the foundations of the tavern settled, Arlen lept off a table and sailed through the air, make shift stake held overhead, aimed right at the vampires back, element of surprise lost to his fearless battle cry in stilling himself with a frenzied confidence and holy determination.