The memories surface deliberately - vampires in teeming groups, each lightning-fast and lean. Pack animals, apart from the intelligence and vicious cruelty that only comes with having been human once. Whippy-looking, their movement carrying an impossible, oily suppleness that shows that the only thing remaining to make them look human is that they are more-or-less the right shape.
They are out for her death, not for food - a vampire destroying a threat need not be cool about it, no invitation needed. To come within their reach is to lose an arm, or worse.
Sunshine's ghostly golden shield materializes before her, blocking his strike at her throat even as she's dodging, striking back. It is not easy - nor should it be. Sweat beads on her forehead as they fight. Her magic is her weapon and her shield. The golden barrier flickers into being and out again at a thought, while her magic strikes at his side, the back of his knees, seeking to trip him, unbalance, disrupt - so she might eventually to duck in under his reach. To his heart.
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Date: 2013-07-25 02:24 pm (UTC)They are out for her death, not for food - a vampire destroying a threat need not be cool about it, no invitation needed. To come within their reach is to lose an arm, or worse.
Sunshine's ghostly golden shield materializes before her, blocking his strike at her throat even as she's dodging, striking back. It is not easy - nor should it be. Sweat beads on her forehead as they fight. Her magic is her weapon and her shield. The golden barrier flickers into being and out again at a thought, while her magic strikes at his side, the back of his knees, seeking to trip him, unbalance, disrupt - so she might eventually to duck in under his reach. To his heart.