Outside grounds | Valentin, Valentin, Gabriel & OPEN
This was a big problem and Gabe wished he had been quicker on the draw. Grabbing at the attacking Valentin, the were let out a grunt at the slamming to the ground. His wrist was bleeding, sending the iron-rich scent to his nostrils mingled with the earth and grass. Gabe got a grip of this Valentin's right ankle, pressing dull fingernails into the pant leg and the vampire's skin. But his grip wasn't good enough.
Sneering, Gabe rolled to his stomach as soon as his attacker jumped off and scrambled to his feet. He looked at the Valentin that remained, right one perhaps. "I guess I should go after him," the were lightly panted, unaware of the blood dripping from his wrist.