"Good, you'll need every ounce of that confidence. Bringing anything less will lead you to your end."
Once Avery has reverted to his battle form, the vampire gives him a single nod of approval before putting his lips to the opening and drinking deeply of the blood in the bag. His eyes flare violently to the taste, equally disgusted and ravenous, and the bag is drained in a matter of seconds. Hurriedly, he snaps up and downs a second... and partway through that, whirling darkness and shadow surrounded the vampire, a magical pressure rivaling a Herald building in the air.
A third and fourth bag were quickly drained, a solid two quarts of blood gone in a matter of moments, and with each passing second his power grew, ballooned, and eventually erupted in a dark column that pierced into the sky, punctuated by a low, guttural, primal scream.
When the darkness faded, Valvatorez rose back to his feet slowly, deliberately, and turned to face his friend. Antiquated clothing aside, Valvatorez stood tall, proudly, and with a commanding presence that would send a shiver up even daemon's spines. After a moment to fully compose himself, he finally spoke up, his voice additionally matching his form in command.
"And so I am restored. I trust it is not a disappointment."
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Once Avery has reverted to his battle form, the vampire gives him a single nod of approval before putting his lips to the opening and drinking deeply of the blood in the bag. His eyes flare violently to the taste, equally disgusted and ravenous, and the bag is drained in a matter of seconds. Hurriedly, he snaps up and downs a second... and partway through that, whirling darkness and shadow surrounded the vampire, a magical pressure rivaling a Herald building in the air.
A third and fourth bag were quickly drained, a solid two quarts of blood gone in a matter of moments, and with each passing second his power grew, ballooned, and eventually erupted in a dark column that pierced into the sky, punctuated by a low, guttural, primal scream.
When the darkness faded, Valvatorez rose back to his feet slowly, deliberately, and turned to face his friend. Antiquated clothing aside, Valvatorez stood tall, proudly, and with a commanding presence that would send a shiver up even daemon's spines. After a moment to fully compose himself, he finally spoke up, his voice additionally matching his form in command.
"And so I am restored. I trust it is not a disappointment."