[h3]Arlen[/h3]
[@Wraithblade6][i] Tavern[/i]

Arlen's frustration grew with every strike that missed, he pressed on mercilessly, each failure only causing him to strike again harder and faster. His momentum came to a sudden grinding halt as his stake became stuck within the many pages of the vampires book. For a second he froze as he had to stop his relentless, thoughtless barrage and think.
His wide green eyes flashed with a hint of fear then vanished behind a sudden and powerful display of blinding bright light. Arlen threw up the distraction, with both hands on his weapon he leapt into the air and sent the heel of each of his feet sailing down as hard as he could, right at the vampires knees.