Merlin was walking the street, having just finished having a burger. He couldn't believe how good it was! Okay, so he transformed his coins to be modern currency. Didn't really hurt anyone. As he walked now, though, he overheard a commotion nearby. And as he walked onto the scene, he saw something that shocked him. A man holding a weapon which had obviously somehow made red sparks.
"What magic is that?" He asked, curious. Then he saw the creatures. And the helpless girl. He mumbled under his breath, "Engulfe fel contortum," and as his eyes were yellow for a second, a vine from a grass spot near one of the vampires reached up and tied itself around the ankle, tripping him. He looked at the man then... his complexion reminded him of Gwen. "Are you a blacksmith? Or sorcerer? What sort of fiends from the abyss are those things..."