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The vampire gritted his teeth as his sword arm spasmed under the current, fingers too tense to drop the blade and ego too prideful to allow himself to be disarmed besides. Nevertheless, Chad took a step back defensively. Not the worst outcome; he'd scored a hit, even if minor, and the shock was negligible, all things considered. It wasn't like he had a heart in danger of stopping, in any case. Of course, the inquisitor surely knew that and would definitely raise the voltage of his next attack accordingly.

Despite the inquisitor's momentary lapse in judgement, it seemed he was quite prepared for a fight, as the room became an extension of his magic in the most textbook Alderman tactic that Chadwick had ever been given the displeasure of witnessing firsthand. They'd walked right into a trap. He should've taken the killing blow when it had been presented to him; the prisoner was functionally dead and his act of restraint was for naught. The exits were blocked, so it wasn't like they could lure Hasgud out of his element or even run away like cowards, and he wasn't likely to drop the barriers for his reinforcements either. They'd likely just take magical pot shots at the rebels from behind the barriers after they finished off the purple kid. 

The vampire watched his footwork carefully, ever wary of stepping on anything metallic. The crackle of superheated air tipped him off just enough to evade any stray arcs from the room, but it demanded quite a bit of concentration and didn't leave much room for offense. Ugh, he needed [i]mage[/i] support, how tiresome. He wasn't certain whether Dionne's daughter dearest had the aptitude to curve her spells around a rampaging vampire or if he'd be risking a burn every time he advanced, but Casper was a transmuter, if he recalled correctly. That'd have to do.

A sudden surge of lightning forced the vampire to shift out of its path as a blur. This fight was definitely going to burn a lot of blood. Where was the cannon fodder when he needed them? 

He held his commentary until after the thunderous crack that accompanied the bolt had passed, then flicked his eyes briefly to the blond with his sword still at the ready. [color=00cc66]"Casper, disrupt his circuit where you can, we need room to maneuver."[/color] Poor idiot would definitely get himself fried if he went in swinging right now. As would Chad, probably, but someone had to be the vanguard around here.

The vampire stepped forward assertively at last, not even bothering to put up a guard with his sword - it wouldn't do a thing to the lightning regardless - though he kept his steps cautious and measure despite this seeming recklessness. Rather than keep to elegant swordplay, his approach more resembled a boxer hounding his opponent with jabs, throwing repeated thrusts with his weapon at the man's vitals, only daring to follow up with a more decisive swing once he'd made contact and found a proper opening for a combo. Accuracy was the utmost importance at this stage; a glancing blow would only open him up to another zap. At the very least, he'd keep the inquisitor's concentration on himself and not allow him free reign to manage the room against them.

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