Her words infuriated him. Dracula moved on her again, but the magic cut into him the sword of Michael. He had not felt its like in all of his years as the greatest of the undead. The pain sent him to his knees. Eyes burning bright in his fury, he ground his fangs together.
"You will pay for this. I will keep my word to you, woman. I might have spared you, but you have made yourself a combatant in this war."