[h2]Down in the Mausoleum[/h2]

The strike for the string was avoided, whether by happenstance or design, as the vampire turned to face Serenity in profile. On the plus side, there was no reasonable way he could actually aim and fire it in such a position, making the weapon a rather distracting weight... well, for a normal person. For him, perhaps, it was merely something to keep in his other hand.

He was [i]also[/i] laughing. Not an amused chuckle, but a full-throated laugh. If it [i]hadn't[/i] been from an undead nobleman in the middle of a tomb, it would actually have been quite pleasant. "Relic of the past? My dear, [i]you[/i] are simply another noble ingenue, repressing any desires you have to play the part of a good daughter. Put on a disguise some evening and go to the taverns adventurers frequent, or the inns merchants stay at. There are entire swathes of the population far more desperate and more forward than I."

Damon seemed happy to keep attacking in a relaxed fashion, keeping as much distance between them as possible. Always looking for a better angle to attack from, yet not pressing with all the speed and strength he obviously had. His form was marginally tightening up, if anything he was getting warmed up, but he was just probing at her defence constantly. Playing. Waiting for [i]Serenity[/i] to do something.

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