[i]It was no match for the ranger indeed. Imagine a bear rushing an armed hunter. That was the gist of it. The monster could stop quite a few shots with its wing, but not all of them without eating more of its arm. The membrane was strong but thin, and didn't require much nourishment to replenish. But...

One hole in the middle didn't heal up fast enough. Luck? No. There was no such thing in combat. There was intention and result, nothing more. A single energy arrow made it through and passed right through the Magna Pater's body. 

There was no death cry, no flailing and drama. It just dropped limp. Like a shot deer. Anticlimactic, but such was life. A stream of bloody, sticky drool oozed from its sagging jowls as its glazed eyes stared vacanty into the unknown.

A peace would settle over the forest. As if after many years of holding its breath, it found that the air was finally clean enough to take in again. But the battle was not over. There was another vampire, and she had leverage... [/i]