Valvatorez stalked forward, his blade glinting in the dim light. His gait was deliberate, and his red eyes slowly scanned the environs, he hearing perked up. Unfortunately, the wails and anguish of the people around them all drowned out much of the telling sounds of patrols. Short of them talking or making a lot of specific noise, anyway.
Which one of them happily provided on the way. as it happened. A rowdy pair of daemons began laughing at one human in a cage that looked especially afraid; it might be their turn next.
Valvatorez motioned for everyone to halt, and pressed himself against one of the stone walls at the corner of a juncture to get a better look. They didn't look like much... normal grunts, not the elites Ekkehardt talked about. Even if Valvatorez wasn't hellbent on eliminating every last daemon in these tunnels, they'd have to go. Last thing they needed was to be bounced by these two in the middle of a tougher battle. His eyes turned to his pupils.
"Two targets. Don't know we're here. I'll create a diversion to draw their attention, kill them while they're distracted. Pair up, two on one, and keep it as quiet as you can. Remember their hides are weak at the base of their wings. Strike there if you favor precision, and if not, use overwhelming force. Ready to go?"
Once he was sure, he'd nod.
"Three. Two. One. Mark."
And with that, Valvatorez dematerialized into a swarm of bats and flew down the hallway, blowing past the now startled daemons in the hallway. Lacerations quickly made themselves apparent on their foes as the vampire formed back together beyond them; apparently, Valvatorez could very easily attack in that form as well. His weapon drawn and facing the daemons, he looked at them squarely.
"Pathetic. Getting hurt by something as lowly as some bats."
The daemons quickly turned their backs on the rest of the students to face their attacker, blissfully unaware that Valvatorez's smirk was not due to overconfidence, but because he knew what was coming.
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Which one of them happily provided on the way. as it happened. A rowdy pair of daemons began laughing at one human in a cage that looked especially afraid; it might be their turn next.
Valvatorez motioned for everyone to halt, and pressed himself against one of the stone walls at the corner of a juncture to get a better look. They didn't look like much... normal grunts, not the elites Ekkehardt talked about. Even if Valvatorez wasn't hellbent on eliminating every last daemon in these tunnels, they'd have to go. Last thing they needed was to be bounced by these two in the middle of a tougher battle. His eyes turned to his pupils.
"Two targets. Don't know we're here. I'll create a diversion to draw their attention, kill them while they're distracted. Pair up, two on one, and keep it as quiet as you can. Remember their hides are weak at the base of their wings. Strike there if you favor precision, and if not, use overwhelming force. Ready to go?"
Once he was sure, he'd nod.
"Three. Two. One. Mark."
And with that, Valvatorez dematerialized into a swarm of bats and flew down the hallway, blowing past the now startled daemons in the hallway. Lacerations quickly made themselves apparent on their foes as the vampire formed back together beyond them; apparently, Valvatorez could very easily attack in that form as well. His weapon drawn and facing the daemons, he looked at them squarely.
"Pathetic. Getting hurt by something as lowly as some bats."
The daemons quickly turned their backs on the rest of the students to face their attacker, blissfully unaware that Valvatorez's smirk was not due to overconfidence, but because he knew what was coming.