A frustrated and angry groan escaped Jordan's mouth as he not only saw, but felt his opponent power up. The vampire was unsure how to strike back, limited slightly on resources. It seemed that the vampire was at a clear disadvantage. Brute force had always served the vampire well, and so he reached into his other pocket, pulling from it another magazine.

The first magazine dropped from the vampire's slide and onto the ground. Jordan then raised his food to stomp the magazine, the small contraption breaking with a crunching noise. He loaded the magazine and pulled the slide. Jordan grimaced at Raelis as the armored "champion" slowly approached, not that Jordan could tell. The light was far too bright compared to what the vampire was normally accustomed to. Jordan's only option was to run around and hope he wouldn't be caught.

“Oh, look at me. I'm a big fuckin' space heater.” Jordan spat as he pulled down the hammer with his thumb. Jordan really had no idea where his opponent was, but he didn't want his opponent to know that. With his left index finger, Jordan fired another six rounds.