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"More, more, give me more!" Riven cackled as she clashed against Wernicke's claws. There was blood dripping from the surface of her blade and it felt delicious. Christopher was a powerful sword user, much more experienced than Viola. The difference showed. Viola, how was she? Riven couldn't think of her right now. She had to focus, they were going to kill Wernicke, they were going to kill everyone! She and Christopher would be unstoppable. Could he feel it? How strong they were together? Riven could... Riven could... who was Riven? She placed a hand against her head, the fog was already coming on. She didn't think it would happen so quickly.
"Wernicke, make him drop the sword. Give him the demon, we'll take the vampire." Iflet spoke into an ear piece, watching from afar. "He's not going to," Wernicke muttered as he countered another parry, "he'll just take them both." Christopher slashed through Wernicke's arm, detaching it from his body. He grinned, feeling more energized than he had in a long time. His eyes glowed as he fought, feeding off of the energy that Riven gave off. "Riven, turn back," suddenly she was herself again, kneeling in the snow. It was dangerous, he knew what was happening, he knew that Riven's power was leeching into him and he couldn't have that. "Finish him," Riven nodded, not hesitating.
She grabbed the knife that was offered to her, at full power, taking on a Baron meant they were evenly matched, but Wernicke was already tiring. He still had a grasp on Doll though, holding her by her long blond hair. "Join our side Princess, you will be invincible." He grinned, offering out a hand. To which Riven stabbed him in the palm. "You must be joking, I don't want to live in a world like this, where vampires kill whoever they want. There needs to be order and currently, there is none. Gavyn is weak, Iflet is puppeting him and she's controlling you too." Wernicke jumped back, "Perceptive," he muttered, "but orders are orders!" He slashed at her, but Riven ducked underneath his large hands and rolled between his legs, coming up on the other side to stab him through the middle. She yanked the blade upwards, cutting through her spine.
He fell at her feet, his black blood dripping into the white snow. "Release Doll," Christopher caught her, retreating back towards the others. Riven followed, Jacob on their tail. The group was now being assaulted by a new group of vampires, ones that Riven had never seen before. Who were they? Why were they targeting them? Why did Elise look red with rage? And Viola was looking as though she had no awareness of her surroundings.