[I][U]The Desert Vampire[/U] - The Maximum Security Ward[/I]

As much as his name suggested he was a vampire, Azar was well aware that he would likely lose a fistfight against the three oncoming savages. The Growth could absorb him--sand form or not. Sarco was evidently immune to gunfire completely, and he didn't have firepower to spare. In such a desparate situation, he believed every bullet counted. As for the Behemoth, he could potentially be brought down by a bullet-storm, or maybe even choked out by the sand. But it was proving difficult to get a gust of wind powerful enough to cycle around anything, let alone cause a Behemoth to suffocate.

As the hulking beast known as Sarco came closer to his position Azar assumed he had remained unseen. So he summoned the mightiest wind he could gather, a mere puff that entered through the doorway and hugged the wall before sweeping Azar out of his corner and down the walls edge, still a respectable distance away from Knightmare, Polaris, and Copycat.

With The Growth, The Behemoth, and Sarco on their way out, Azar silently summoned another puff to toss his sinty grains behind the trio that was headed fornhis former location. Out of their range of sight, his sand grains stacked back up and quickly climbed on one another, in seconds the pile had refined itself into the form of The Desert Vampire. Whipping out both of his pistols from their holsters, Azar unloaded eight bullets into the back of The Behemoth, four from each gun, before shoving the one in his right hand into it's holster and reaching onto his back, unsheathing his scimitar once more.

Loudly, he declared, [I]"It vould seem zat your victory as been delayed!"[/I]