[h3]Captain Drystan[/h3]

Pulling his hand away from his side, he saw it covered in blood. Drystan scowled at it but he wouldn't let it slow him down. He whipped the vampire blood off his sword onto his pants and took a moment to survey the now empty room. Littered with bodies and blood, he took a long look at each of the lifeless husks. As all of them appeared to be fully dead, he made his way to the doorway the previous two vampires had disappeared through. He wondered briefly if the hunters above would follow. Not sure how they were faring in their own battles, he decided to move on.

He slowly took each stair one at a time, quietly making his way down the long stairwell. The stone steps were cold under his feet and he could feel the cold air bouncing off the stone walls. He wondered how far down into the earth he was and how the vampires built this system. As he came to a curve in the stairs he paused as he could see the light coming from the next room. He could hear movement and some voices....many voices. Some sounded worried, some angry, while there was one that sent a chill down his spine. He couldn't understand what this one said but it was louder than the rest, a deep, booming voice that carried over the the hard ground. He adjusted his grip on his sword as he began the descent once again.

He came to the doorway (to room 6) and could see the shadows of figures on the far side of the room. There appeared to be some kind of pit in the center of the room surrounded in torches. The flickering light of the fires made it difficult to track the shadows movements. Based on what he could hear, he guessed there were a good number of vampires left in this room. Perhaps that was all that was left of them. Either way, he was vastly outnumbered.

He pushed himself against the wall as a figure ran across the room to the doorway located along the closest wall. He heard footsteps fade into the distance. [i]Must be another staircase...[/i] he thought to himself. He took a moment to collect himself, feeling to make sure his dagger was still in it's sheath in case he needed it. [i]Alright, let's do this...'[/i]

He lunged into the room, quickly taking in his surroundings. He could see the whole pit he had spotted from the doorway. It took up a good half of the room with raised walls around it. On the far side of the room were somewhere between fifteen to twenty vampires. Of those, around 5 were children, 8 were women and the rest were men. Other than the normal-looking ones was a monster of a creature. A male vampire, upwards of of 7 feet tall, with huge, square shoulders. He appeared older than the others, larger and and more muscular by far. He had a massive battle axe strapped to his back. His red eyes fixated on the new human in the room and he pulled his lips back in what could only be described as a snarl, revealing two massive fangs. A handful of the women pushed the children farther against the wall, placing their bodies between them and the captain. The rest of the women and men stepped forward next to their leader, some with weapons, some merely brandishing fists. They were ready for this fight.

Drystan raised his sword. He let out a battle cry and ran towards the group. There was a great clash of metal against metal as he made contact with the first wave that rushed out to meet him. The room tapered off as the pit came up close to the wall so only two of the vampires were able to fit through at a time. As he fought the two that came first, he could see out of the corner of his eye that two more were rushing around the other side. It wouldn't be long before he was flanked by them. He would have to work quickly.

The massive creature smiled and slowly drew his axe. The blade of the axe was larger than his head and the way he held it was completely effortless. He slowly began stepping forward, making his way to the battle.