The vampires had them surrounded, but knowing their weakness gave them the advantage and Sybil had more of one than the pirate crew that accompanied her.  Seeing the former elves transformed weighed heavily on her chest, but she kept her expression passive and stoic as they snarled and closed in on them.  Keeping her gaze on the enemy, it wasn't until they made a move did she react.  

Flames spouted around them, blood-curdling screams of agony as the flames consumed them.  In their pain, as a desperate attempt to complete their assigned task, they fought against some of Dalious' crew, but they didn't last for very long.  Smoke filled the air along with the stench of charred flesh.  This was a sight Sybil had seen often before and had little to no effect on her.  One blackened corpse twitched nearby and she stepped over it as she proceeded to the Hellmouth.  She had never been in one before; she'd never been allowed to go inside of one, an order from the King, because of the dangers involved.  It was her curious nature that drew her towards it now, her sentiment the same as Felian as she too wondered how to close it.  She allowed Dalious' crew the honor of dispatching the remaining threats.  They appeared to have just as much of a bloodlust as the vampires themselves and had she not been familiar with the captain himself, she'd hardly be able to tell the difference between the two factions.