A lot of things happened during the one moment Donnel dropped his guard. He felt a dull thud hit his back. But that thud soon turned into a sharp, searing pain as he felt the pitchfork go a few inches into his back. Three of the point pierced through his scale mail, with the fourth fork cutting his underarm. Donnel grit his teeth and was ready to retaliate when Dravos sprang into action. By the time Donnel turned to cleave the vampire's head off, it was already rolling on the floor, and Donnel only succeeded in chopping down a headless corpse. He didn't seem to notice the lack of a pitchfork in his back as he did so, mainly thanks to Dravos yanking it out of his body before running off to kill another vampire. Again, by the time Donnel turned to see where he had went, Dravos had returned with a small severed head. Donnel didn't remember seeing a kid around here. Unfortunately, Dravos did.

He seemed awfully angry at the girl that Donnel had dragged along, and admittedly it was probably a bad idea to make her come to this bloodbath. Still, someone to pick clean the bodies he supposed. A loud, screeching noise echoed throughout the cave, and Donnel took that as a sign that there was more fighting to be had. He took a step and winced in pain; while the wounds he took weren't lethal, they hurt like hell and he was pretty sure that pitchfork wasn't cleaned. [b]"I'm going to need to see a doctor when this is over..."[/b] He muttered as Dravos spoke about heading forward, warning Donnel to do his job. The bandit smirked and gave the hunter a thumb's up. [b]"Right you are boss. I'll get with ya in just a moment."[/b] Trying his best to ignore his injuries, he went to look at the girl who was no doubt shocked and horrified at the brutality before her. A normal man may have taken pity on the urchin for having to witness such a horrible thing, including seeing a severed head of a child, but Donnel had no such sympathy. To him, this was life. And chances are this may have been this girl's fate if someone of more monstrous essence had taken pity on her.

[b]"Heh. Don't take it too personally. He's all business. Still he ain't entirely wrong. Make yourself useful. Even if you can't fight, you can grab whatever coin and valuables these creatures had. Weapons, purses, jewelry, anything that catches your eye. Bring it back to me. And don't think you can run off with the loot. We found these vampires easily enough, finding you won't be an issue. But honest work gets you honest pay. Do what I tell you and you'll get your share too, kid."[/b] Donnel let out a sinister chuckle as he turned to head downstairs. With a groan he tried to muscle through his injury. He was still combat able, though he should be careful not to let anything else stab him in the back. It wasn't good for his health.

Donnel made his way down to area 6, where the Captain was already fighting off a whole horde of vampires. Not his usual preference for battle, but Donnel supposed that he ought to make up for his shoddy conformance from last time. Charging into the room Donnel hurled a hook onto a vampire who just got an arrow into his eye. His hook wrapped around the poor sod's neck and yanked him over to Donnel's shield. This time he made sure to finish the job and used the hook to tear off the vampire's head. Even without a silver blade, most creatures die to decapitation. But that was just one out of many, and one vampire in particular looked meaner than the rest. Swiping the blood off his hook Donnel smirked and walked towards the horde. He took note of the big guy with an axe. It was bigger and more impressive than Donnel's. Of course that wouldn't be an issue once he took it for himself.

[b]"Nice axe. Shame that you won't be buried with it once I pry it out of your cold, deader hands."[/b]