For a moment, Jasper didn't seem to know what to do with himself. Black blood, thick and dark from siting heavily under vampires' skin for days, splattered his gear and uniform and liberally soaked his arms and neck, dripping from his knuckles like honey as he squeezed his fists and stalked two steps, one way then the other, through the carnage of their close quarters battle. The ash that didn't already coat his legs and hung still in the air slowly fell, turning his skin grey and settling into his hair and eyelashes.
His distraction didn't last long. With no movement left what remained of the bodies on the ground and no more threat to his prey, he turned sharply on Colleen without pausing to consider his attack. He sprung with inhuman speed to tackle her to the fetid ground, teeth bared and hungry.