Hrothgar let out a grunt as the night fiend phased through his body sending an uncomfortable chill down his spine and causing him to curse under his breath, “blasted shadow magic. Give me one good hit on this repulsive demon and I’ll cleave her… [i]it [/i]in two.” He turned toward the undead abomination now starting to materialize and solidify himself fuming with a deep and heartfelt rage ready to make good on his promise; he had killed many vampires before and this one was no different than the others save for her little magic tricks. They only delayed the inevitable conclusion to this contest and only bought her some time, but they all fell to Hrothgar in the end.

The woman who was on fire had come out of the Tavern to join the fight against the vampire all alight with flame. The Argonian was there too, insanely drunk and trying his hardest to summon something. The vampire then looked at the Barbarian tilting her head to the side like the dog it was saying, “Well, I would say using potions like that is cheating but considering who you’re up against I don’t blame you,” before remarking immediately afterword sarcastically, “Though I must say I quite dislike your choice of words. Can we not be civil as I tear you to shreds?”

“Cheating!” the Barbarian roared, “hah, that’s rich coming from you! I’ll stop using potions when you step out of the shadows and face me warrior to warrior. But what know a fiend like you of honor, you who subsist by feeding on the helpless like a wolf tearing apart a defenseless rabbit! And no I will not be civil as I send you to the 666 Hells, civility is for men not… monsters. Now beast, make your move and fight! I grow tired of seeing your hideous visage and smelling your disgusting stench!”

The vampire started pacing back and forth like a predator ready to pounce upon its prey. Hrothgar readied his claymore for to strike. The fiery woman was on fire so she was ready for battle as well. If the demon pounced on one of those two it would probably lose this fight, so of course it went straight for the drunk Argonaian trying to summon a monster.

“Impressive move Argonian,” the vampire said with her usual creepiness, “allow me to counter.” The vampire lunged at the throat of the Argonian… and then got more than she bargained for as an ice demon came from the 66th circle of Hell and uppercutted her into the air. [i]Well… didn’t see that coming[/i], the Barbarian thought, [i]can’t say I’m too keen on someone summoning demons from Hell to do their bidding but if I’m honest this is one of the funniest things I’ve seen today so the lizard gets a pass.[/i] “That’s what you should be impressed by, girl,” the Argonian spoke defiantly, “I haven’t done much anything except run around drunkenly yet.”

As the Argonian spoke something strange happened as illusory versions of the three fighters facing the vampire stepped out of their bodies. As this was happening the ice demon pounded the ground and sent a row of icicles jutting up towards the vampire. Hrothgar was extremely confused about what was going on but his eyes were always on the ball and so he finally took his opportunity to finally cleave the vampire in two. Hrothgar roared and charged the vampire and swung his claymore with all of his fury aiming straight for her midriff…

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