"SO WAS SHE!" Azwel howls. A small rational part of his mind objects that it's highly unlikely that this vampire is the one who killed her, but he's far too emotional for that, now. He runs after her, launching weapon after weapon ahead of him, his breath sobbing in his throat.
She's so much faster than he is, able to run for so much longer than he is, that even if he does corner her, and possibly he will against those garden walls, he only manages to throw one more sharp, pointy object before he sways dangerously, staggers, and crumples to the ground, silent.
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Date: 2019-06-04 05:34 am (UTC)She's so much faster than he is, able to run for so much longer than he is, that even if he does corner her, and possibly he will against those garden walls, he only manages to throw one more sharp, pointy object before he sways dangerously, staggers, and crumples to the ground, silent.