[h3]Captain Drystan[/h3]

As he stood in the doorway, Drystan listened intently to the sounds around him. It was hard to pick out exactly what was happening where, as he could still make out sounds from the fight going on upstairs. He could see flickers of movement from the room in front of him, unsure if it was perhaps candle light or if there were actual beings in the room. He guessed the latter.

Unable to gain much more information, he decided to just go for it. Swinging his sword into a ready position, he burst through the curtains that served as the door. He surveyed as he moved, and noticed three large creatures right away. One came lunging at him and he realized this one was female. She wielded a candlestick in her hands and swung it at the captain as he darted through the room. He dodged and swung his sword back behind him, slicing into the creatures back. She screamed in pain and tried to swing once again. Drystan turned on his heel and stabbed his sword straight through her throat and out the back of her neck. She let out a gurgle as blood filled her mouth, the candlestick dropping to the floor. With a swift motion, Drystan swung his sword and freed her head from her shoulders.

He turned and saw two figures crouched in a small corner room. There was another female holding onto what appeared to be a child. This gave him pause as he briefly considered his next move. He knew this was a possibility and he also knew his duty. Unable to go against his King and knowing any children living here must be vampires, he quickly disposed of both of them, leaving their lifeless bodies laying where they sat, huddled together.

As he drew his sword back from slaying the creatures, he heard a noise behind him. He quickly spun around to face his foes, but was taken aback. Three more figures had suddenly appeared behind him as he had been distracted. One woman and three men, all on the larger size, and all carrying real weapons. He braced himself, preparing for the attack. All three rushed him at once, swords poised and ready. He parried one attack, ducking out of the way of the second, and letting his leather armor absorb the blow of the third. He swung towards the center-most assailant and sliced their side, only doing external damage. He went to block an attack from the female vampire when he felt a blunt force against his back. He stumbled forward as one of the creatures slammed their entire body weight into him, knocking him off balance and throwing off his attack. He struggled to regain his footing but was ultimately unable when the second vampire also slammed into him. He fell to the ground, slashing out as he did so. He was able to slice across one of the creatures legs before a sword came hurdling at him. He rolled to the side, able to narrowly avoid a lethal blow. He winced as he felt the stitches in his side from the previous day's fight open up.

He pushed his body forward, using his feet and legs to propel himself towards his back and rolled forward, missing another attack. He got to his feet, steadying himself before swing diagonally across the body of the first male. His sword went through the soft part of the neck, down past the collarbone and out under the armpit. The creature fell over as the other two went in for an attack. He dodged again and went to return a blow when a blood-curdling screech from somewhere deep in the caverns rang in his ears. The two other vampires stopped what they were doing and ran off towards the stairs leading down. Drystan was left along, surrounded by the dead, as blood began to seep through his shirt from his old wounds. He brought his hand up to his side, putting pressure on the injury in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

[color=silver]"What the fuck was that....?"[/color]