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As the elevator doors parted, Chad stared down his nose imperiously at the two vampires that emerged. Their brief hesitation spoke volumes; he'd already won. As expected, the entryway soon became a hail of spells, and the Astorio played his hand at evasion rather than rush right in as he'd initially planned. Immaterial torrents of energy sheared across his extremities in glancing blows, such was the volume of their shots and his casual dismissal of the threat posed by them, but he dared not commit to a charge in full before the vampires had been taken care of.

One of them foolishly went for a lunge - predictable - and Chadwick slumped downward to mirror him, confident that the mages wouldn't dare spear through one of their betters just to get to him. Blood spurted from his fresh wounds as the relative warmth of flowing blood circulated through his limbs once more, and he braced both hands on his sword in a determined guard in front of him, as if he intended to parry and clash like an idiot, giving the vampire's backup ample opportunity to slice him to ribbons while he was tied up in a melee. 

[color=00cc66]"You're not some throwaway mage,"[/color] Chadwick grunted through gritted teeth, hoping it came off more as intense focus than the annoyance it was. When the opposing vampire's elbow shifted in preparation for his thrust, Chadwick took his dominant hand off his sword and sidestepped to the left as he rose back to his full height, letting the blade pass under his now-free arm. 

[color=00cc66]"Nor are you a threat, unfortunately."[/color]

Said arm lashed out like a striking cobra as soon as the vampire extended, slithering around his enemy's arm and chopping upward into his armpit with enough force to give a mortal at least a nasty bruise. Chad's fingers latched onto the man's tricep and he tugged as hard as he could, with intent to exploit his opponent's momentum and arm drag the man past him to expose his back. From there, he hefted his sword up with his left hand and drove it between the other vampire's shoulderblades.

[color=00cc66]"And now I'm hungry,"[/color] he spat, his attention now returned to the other occupants of the elevator. He'd assumed the acrid stench of singed flesh in the air was the inquisitor, but the static in the air implied it might not've been. Which meant Chad needed to be quick before he ended up pincered. 

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