Amira would release the lesser vampire from her grip, it's feeble form colliding into the rocks beside her. The vampire would then flounder for a moment before regaining its balance once more, a crooked grin creasing across its lips. Soon, other nocturnal creatures where coming to its aid, their hisses distorting like ripples in a still water pond. The now agitated Amira could feel her scales bristle slightly as the thought of being outnumbered lay heavy on her mind. What had she gotten herself into now? If only she had listened to what her mentor had said, this would never have happened. Then again, she couldn't just leave them, could she? Cracking her neck into place, she'd shake the uneasy thoughts from her head. After all, she was the one who had gotten herself into this mess, and now she was sure as hell going to finish it.
 
As another vampire made a lunge for her, Amira would ram her fist into the creature's sternum; her claws piercing skin and bone as she reached for the heart. With a bit of brute force from her other arm, she’d pry the heart from the vampires now lifeless carcass, before tossing them aside and into the obscurity of the forest. One after another, she’d take them down, careful not to inhale their putrid fumes. All while this was occurring, Amira couldn't help but ponder what the vampire from before meant. What small elf? Is that seriously what they where after? Well, whatever it was, it had grabbed Amira's attention, and she wasn't going to let it go that quickly. Not after all this pointless bloodshed.