And who ever said chivalry was dead? Still Stella had meant what she said. Although every muscle agonized, burned with the lactic acid from earlier exertion, she was exhaust but fighting back.
And as second vampire tore up the earth charging towards, the blond hunter fell into a dead calm, forcing herself to counting heartbeats, allowing the gap between living and dead to narrowed to a near-fatal range before dodged left at the last possible second; her hand slapped a small spiracle object onto his shoulder and allowed the momentum to carry him the rest of the way. It’s blackout eyes flashed wide, as he tore screaming at his back, screeching and wailing before a deafening explosion of light and flame blew a cavernous gouge into his body, sending an arm and half his chest in splattering black putrid gore and bone across the building’s face.
But she’d be damned if the sucker still wasn’t standing.
Snarling, it stared staggered, stunned and staring at the bloody stump and gaping hole, but its loss was Stella’s gain, and as it whipped it head around to attack, it kissed magnum’s muzzle and the magnum kissed back. Sweet thing tore his head off clear off his shoulders.
Smile now, you sick fuck.
Thumbing the hammer, she chambers the next bullet and deftly lining up the next vampire in her sights.