[i]He’s faster now, some form of magic, interesting.[/i]

His spell failing Adrian chose not to lunge past the magical sword, instead stepping back on his right foot as his occupied hand dropped to the sword on his left hip, relinquishing the hold on the arrow as it sought a more appropriate weapon. His enemy would learn not to overestimate himself, if he believed he could master the Vampire in close quarters with his bare hands he would be sorely mistaken.

Death Bringer, Adrian’s somewhat melodramatically named Viking shortsword swung from its sheath in a vicious arc that set its path straight at his approaching enemy’s torso. Though he had made the precaution to approach in a low stance, it would ultimately serve him poorly as Adrian’s own weapon was drawn from low at his hip. Slashing through the air at an angle the razor sharp edge would likely pass through the man’s right arm and mid-torso, breaking bone and shearing flesh. If it had been a longer weapon his enemy might have been right to charge him, but the shortsword excelled at that range just beyond that of bare handed and dagger fighting.