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Once considered an affluent neighborhood in Vargeras, Fontainebleau has gone downhill. The century-old homes - once the pinnacle of opulence - have been reduced to crumbling shells of chipping paint and questionably tilting foundations.
Bowen was exceptionally swift and light on his feet but after the initial slash was blocked Alek pulled away. Bowen gave chase and Alek stepped backward over Bastien's prone form faster even than Bowen could step forward from a balanced charge. Since Bowen refused to give quarter Alek raised his weapon point blank and just out of range of the cutting edge of Bowen's khukuri. The vampire proceeded to empty rounds into his chest while stepping backwards.
Three rounds found their mark, but each failed utterly to slow Bowen. As the gun slide reset the third time, Bowen tucked to the left and rolled away, dodging the fourth and fifth rounds. Upon standing Bowen would clench his jaw and ready his knife again. The front of his black button down shirt stuck to his chest but he didn't appear ready to go down by a long shot. Flesh wounds oozed blood before spitting the rounds back out and sealing seconds later.
He knew he needed a distraction to close if he didn't want to be peppered with small caliber rounds again. He readied his handcuffs, flipping them up and into his left hand.