[center][color=92278f][center][h3]Victor Astorio[/h3][/center][/color][/center]

Just as he had suspected the light it self seemed to be the clue. A small flower glowing brightly balancing on the hilt of a blade. At the very least it was definitely out of place. Victor tried the door but it was locked, [color=92278f][i]“of course its locked.”[/i][/color] He spoke to himself. He was deciding on how to open the door when Salem called out for assistance.

Gripping the axe in hand he looked down towards the boy and the two he was fighting. The mage seemed broken but knew what it was doing, the vampire on the other hand was moving with speed and agility as well in ways he hadn’t seen used in some time. Swinging carelessly but still with an amount of precision and personal harm to move its arms in the way it was moving. It was almost as if it was already dead.

The axe was at the very least balanced appropriately for its size and weight, the material was quite strange. Normally obsidian would never be able to be forged like this, it was sharp sure but brittle better for small knives and arrows. The count looked to the cabin once more and didn’t see any obvious markings or additional riddles that would get the door open. Not only that but did he really want to draw the Lord’s ire by breaking into his precious cabin? Even if it was just an illusion.

The answer was clear to him at least. Squinting at the masked mage for a moment, shifting his body one way then another as he gauged the distance between himself and the mage. With one step and a heavy swing Victor threw the axe at the mage aiming for center mass. “[color=92278f]The clue is in here![/color]” he shouted back to Salem. The locked door wouldn’t get in his way, if he did what he was about to do in real life he knew full well he would likely be killed. However, just imagining the shit storm it would put his father in would be well worth it. 

With fury growing in his mind and the anger of what his family had done to him beginning to reemerge. Victor kicked the front door of the cabin with all the might and rage he could muster. If the door didn’t budge he would hit it again. If again the door didn’t budge he would try to break the windows, the walls, and the roof if he had to. Even if the door gave way with the first kick, he would attempt to pull out the blade and continue to destroy whatever he could get away with inside the small cabin.

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