Out of all the questions running through Izzy’s head, Episode answered only one she had not posed.
	Her fists clenched and she opened her mouth to protest, but he made the first move of their fight, sealing her retort on her tongue. Izzy jumped out of the path of the cross as it sliced through the air with deadly accuracy. She let out a low, pained hiss as, despite her agility, part of it still nicked her arm, leaving a burning sting in its wake. When the sharp, sulfuric smell rose to her nostrils, and, unlike with her injuries from her match with Theurge, the sensation did not immediately fade, she looked to it. She inhaled, horrified, at the gruesome sight. Her other hand moved to hover just above the wound, but did not dare to touch it.
	[i]One more vampiric piece of lore proven correct,[/i] she thought, swallowing as she quickly returned her attention to where Episode had stood, to keep him in her sight. But she found him missing. Panic filling her chest, she spun in a circle to find him. Her gaze settled on him as his body reformed near his weapon.
	Wishing she had figured out how to use transformation herself, when Episode turned back toward her, appearing to be readying to throw the cross again, Izzy darted toward him, watching him cautiously and doing her best to gauge the distance between them verses the speed of the projectile based on his first throw. Trying to not overthink it, her body prepared to bound over the cross as it flew at her, a hand clenching and drawing back mid-leap to immediately land a blow aimed at the shoulder of the arm Episode had wielded the cross with.