Snippet #1722485

With a greater reach and a ferocity to match his own the vampire had little time to react to the strike at his right side. Had he been a normal man he'd of been felled, ribs broken and lung punctured he would lie dead already at the feet of the overgrown mutt. Instead he was quick enough to see the blow, and though did not avoid it, weakened the damage by allowing it to push, rather than strike him. Still he was thrown to the ground, the fog retracting from the sky and coiling around him, enshrouding him in the darkness of decay allowing only the master to see through them.

Though not mortal his mind still held onto it's instincts. His heart quickened, power surged his muscles and to the whole of his body. Everything began to slow itself, at least in his eyes. The beast was still nearly upon him and he needed to move in closer. He wasn't a fool who thought running would do, or perhaps he was a fool to think running wouldn't do. Even if the werewolf had greater reach, if he were to hold himself too close to it, then it would become hindrance.

Pushing off the ground the trees snapped under the pressure of his muscles. Vehemently vaulting towards Maria he aimed to strike again at her chest, though this time only a feint. He readied for a strike from either side, or for her teeth to come down upon him. If it came from the right his left hand would try to grasp the wolves claws while his body spun to allow his right hand to pierce the well endowed chest. Were a blow to come from the other way he would do the opposite, and were a blow to come from above he would lurch forward and wrap his arms around the waist of the dog, tilting his body to the side to throw aside his may-be murderer. Were any of his strikes to connect they wouldn't likely slay the woman turned monster, merely give him chance to deliver a concise blow and end her then.