[h3]Captain Drystan[/h3]

A sickly smile spread across Drystan's face as he watched the other hunters burst in to attack. He held back a moment, reveling in the sounds of chaos and bloodshed. His blood pulsed quicker as the draught he had recently ingested began to take effect. He could feel his strength building as he flexed his fists, reaching for his sword.

He charged into the lair, drawing his sword from it's scabbard as he flew through the doorway. He went for the first creature he came to, a young adult male, inexperienced at fighting. The poor creature only had a rake in hand, most likely one of the younger workers in the group. He swung his would-be weapon at Drystan uselessly as the captain quickly jumped out of the way. He swung his sword down and sliced right into the vampire's shoulder, cleaving a great gash and opening up veins. Blood spurted and the creature screamed in pain. He had clearly never experienced a silver weapon before. Caught off guard by the pain, he dropped his rake and grasped at his new wound. Taking advantage of the moment, Drystan drew back his sword and swung with all his strength, slicing sideways and cleaving the creature's head clear off it's shoulders. It flew across the room and rolled along the floor between another creatures legs.

The body fell to the ground, limp and lifeless. Drystan turned his attention as another creature came barreling towards him, this one with an actual weapon. Dagger in hand and much more experienced than the first, he lunged at the captain, narrowly missing his waist. Drystan twisted out of the way and brought his elbow down sharply to the back of his opponent's head, knocking him to his knees. He went to swing his sword for the kill but the creature was too fast. He rolled out of the way and Drystan's sword clanged loudly against the hard ground. Both recovered their footing and weapons and went in for the attack. Drystan blocked the vampire's dagger with his sword, letting it slide down into the hand guard. He swung in a wide circle, loosening the dagger's hold against his sword and swung into the creatures arm. It sliced down to the bone but was stopped there. The man snarled in pain, but recovered faster than his counterpart. He went in for another attack, swinging the dagger this time, trying to slash at Drystan's chest. Moving out of range, Drystan turned his eyes to the burning pile of brush in the center of the room. He swiftly reached for the dead man's rake and used it to fling some burning debris at his opponent. Covering his eyes from the falling ashes, the creature was momentarily defenseless. Drystan took advantage of his open chest, and stabbed inward, turning his sword sideways to fit between the rib cage. Piercing through the creatures heart, there was a gasp before he fell limp to the ground.

Drystan retrieved his sword and turned to look at the room. There were three doorways he could see. One lead back in the direction of the entrance, one open leading to a dark stairway, and another with a wooden gate. He chose quickly, moving to the nearest door, heading down an empty set of stairs. He moved quickly down the steps, his eyes scanning, making sure there were no creatures hiding in the shadows. At the bottom, he found himself in another doorway, this one with curtains leading to a room with three pillars. He slunk quietly to the side, trying to remain hidden to gather some intel before moving forward. He could see shadows moving in the room but it was impossible to tell how many...