Cold steel slithered into Martin and took his breath away. Suddenly all was pain, then that pain made place for something less pleasant. What insult what this?
Martin felt the red mist cling to the wound, cover everything around him like a delicious blanket. But mostly, and more and more he felt a growing hatred. Slowly and strenuously he raised his arms high. [b]"I called out into the void."[/b] A deep breath took in a big gulp of blood. His hand went into the bag behind him to quickly fish out a syringe. The vampire that assaulted Martin naturally dodged the swing with the needle, but he wasn't the target. Martin was. His mind soared as his heart rate went up dramatically. The adrenaline rushed trough his systems and replaced the left over pain for wrath. [b]"I called out for help."[/b] Martin leaned forward to prevent the sword from being removed to block, he took the crimson blade from his back with a single hateful swing at Mithias. A swing he couldn't block with one sword. A swing meant to take both arms. The swing followed by a swift kick with spiked boots to the solar plexus. Taking out the sword and shoving Mithias away from him and at the drone. [b]"You aren't helping!"[/b] Martin charged Mithias, Aiming to take his head off but planning to run out, the swing was to force Mithias and the drone to take a defensive stance so he could pass. And they'd better defend themselves or be cleaved mercilessly.
[b]"So I'll let the Valkyries take you instead!"[/b]