[b]'Anne'[/b]

Ah, that was a familiar voice--until now, Anne had been too focused on making sure that she had something to snack on than to notice that it was the witch girl. Charlotte was one of the few people that knew her original name--purely because they'd known each other for long enough that the endless chain of pseudonyms that the vampire relied on was more trouble than it was worth in private conversation. 

"He's not high and not a plague-ridden invalid. Cheap wine, certainly, but that makes it all the easier to stop in time," the vampire explained, looking twice at the witch before shrugging and deciding that, if she did get carried away, at least someone was there to stop her. Not that it was a big fear of hers; unlike younger vampires she had long ago learned to tame her impulses to drink as much as possible.

A large part of that probably came down to having a rather small stomach, though.

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[b]Spartan[/b]

Though the Once and Future King was the first hero on the scene, they were followed scant seconds later by what first sounded like a passing vehicle... but quickly turned out to be an incoming motorbike that had a date with the enemy's face. Even most daredevils would find it outright suicidal to try and angle the bike like this, but it was all in a day's work for Allegra. She was somewhat miffed at being beaten to the scene by someone on foot, though the distraction would hopefully pay off to their mutual benefit: high speed, high mass metal, straight to flesh. Hopefully. 

She really didn't want to wreck [i]another[/i] bike. Small repairs, sure, but writing the whole thing off as a loss...