The humans were frightened. Not just of the beasts, but of their saviors as well.

Aleksiya sighed heavily, her small shoulders sagging. She supposed that she couldn't entirely blame them, given they'd likely never seen anything like this before.

Still, she was far more suited to praise then fear, even if being feared as still entertaining.

"If you make your way back up the tunnel, your people are waiting for you," she said, addressing the villagers for a moment, "Please do hurry, I'm sure there are many who would be glad to see you safe."

She gave a smile to the youngest of them, though she was sure their eyes were hidden. She enjoyed holding sway over others, certainly, but the moment called for a gentler touch.

With that, the diminutive vampire proceeded down the tunnel after her allies.

Beasts. Gruesome, unpleasant, murderous beasts.

Vile, stinking, uncouth monsters.

From where did they come from? Ideally, they would discover that soon enough and be able to strike a far greater blow then this against the filthy creatures.

For the moment...

The sight of the dead villagers was dismaying, but at least Dragan offered them a chance at posthumous revenge.

"There's far too much garbage here, isn't there?" she commented idly, as the temperature of the air around her dropped, a cold mist forming seemingly spontaneously as she directed her power. Several spheres of ice formed, their shapes perfectly circular, each as big as a  grown man's fist. When they were finished, there were four in total.

The beasts wouldn't be able to see this coming, not when they were so distracted.

Smirking, her tongue protruding from her lips in a playful fashion, the small blonde girl pointed as the balls of ice suddenly began to spin rapidly in place, so swiftly that their surfaces became a blur of blue-white.

Then they were unleashed, ripping through the air so swiftly they could barely be seen, targeting heads and torsos of the nearest of their abominable foes.

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