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Firo still looked at the blood covered monster, his eyes glistening red in the darkness. It's head twisted around like the freak of nature it is, towards it's opponent. Its face had a look of horror but quiuckly replaced with the same malevolent grin he wore earlier as he slaughtered the girl.

Foolish vampire.

The Italian watched the roots, which seemingly just erected from the ground for no reason. Is that all? The vamp said in its cockiness. The leaves on the tree started to slowly wilt and die as the roots violently went down in the ground again, trashing apart the deep layer of soil underground. The force felt as if there was a small quake in action. Firo started to walk slowly, towards the vampire, drill by his side roaring as it's grooves thirsted for flesh. A small puff of black smoke left the drill each time it was reved, the smell of gasoline lingering in the air.

The quake had stopped as some of the roots started to dig deep into the ground. The strongest roots shot up from the ground and wrapped itself around the vamp's stomach, the force strong enough to knock the air out of him.
"Now you die." Firo said in a rather maniacal tone as he neared the pathetic creature until only a foot was the distance they had shared. He brought the drill up, until only the tip made contact with his chest. The drill ran up the chest to the neck of the helpless vampire, and soon probed the young man's facial features. An extra burst of force from the roots held an even tighter grip on his waist. It would seem the angel had been taking too much pleasure in torturing the being then notice his dagger as he started to recite the words.
"Nel nome del Padre, del Figlio e dello Spirito Santo..."