[b][h2][color=889194]Captain Argus Fellborn[/color][/h2][/b]

This thing was tough- this was the first time since his resurrection that Argus had sustained any real injury.  The first time he felt real, physical pain.  At least he had some idea as to what his physical limitations were now.

The human woman was quite courageous.  Not a thrall, by the look of it, but willing to work with vampires.  Not that she had much of a choice, when the alternative was annihilation.  Meanwhile, the red-haired vampire was proving to be a decent ally, looking out for the well-being of the human, for whatever her reasons- enthrallment, blood, or something else- were.

The monster also seemed to have a particular interest in the human woman.  It made a second attempt to attack, lunging at her with seeming intent to devour her, while striking at the cleric with its other claw.  Argus couldn't be sure if it somehow recognized that the vampires were poorer eating or, like many predators did, it was just going for the weakest of the group, but there was one thing that was very clear.

In this brief moment, his foe had the gall to [i]ignore[/i] him.

There was only one suitable punishment for this affront.  He must make this thing recognized firsthand that disregarding the Red Tide was more than just insulting, it was also quite dangerous.  Argus gripped his cutlass with both hands to compensate for the injured right arm, and thrust it at the beast's neck, where the jugular would approximately be on a human.  He'd then try to rip the sword against the beast's incoming momentum, trying to open the wound as much as possible before his blade was withdrawn.

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