Elder Blood Witcher 262 Hacan Looking Like A Soggy Biscui

The now named Hacan growls and thrusts his hand forwards, "ATTACK, BRING HER TO ME!"

Reima doesn't have time to think as he's immediately a.s.saulted by the around one hundred vampires present, his silver sword is extremely potent as he easily cut them down, even when he blocks one of their strikes with it they shout and squeal in pain at coming into contact with the divinely enchanted silver.

Eventually the Turquoise flames that'd be slowly drifting to the forest floor had finally reached them, the vampires were able to dodge it with their incredible speed but Reima was unable to fend them off and also escape the fire... This was however what he wanted the vampires to think as he allowed himself to be enveloped, they all laughed and cheered in victory as they watch the burning man stand there, all a.s.suming he'd rapidly die no-matter what. Unfortunately for them this was not the case, Reima who was now completely coated in the Anti-Magic fire leapt forwards and cut down a chuckling vampire who'd gotten a little too close.

Hacan's eyes become blood shot as he watches this single man utterly overpower his forces, even while he's on fire he's apparently still able to fight as if it doesn't effect him! "YOU IDIOTS, ATTACK HIM ALL AT ONCE! USE YOUR ABILITIES, DON'T SAVE THEM FOR AMBROSE!"

Upon hearing this the vampires start utilising many different skills, animal transformations, blood and shadow manipulation, flight and many more are used as they try to beat him down with numbers.

Reima himself is actually enjoying this, it'd been a while since he had engaged in a slaughter, he didn't even use any of his abilities apart from his incredible strength, speed and reflexes. His Silver sword sings through the air as he beheads another vampire. He dodges one and grabs his cloak, accidentally tearing it off of the unlucky vampire... As he does so the ever-present sun rays seem to penetrate his skin and liquefy him from the inside out, he gives a brief scream before exploding into ash. His allies give an indignant scream at his demise as their attacks increase in intensity, sharp black spikes extend from the shadows and try to pierce him as whips of blood try to stifle his movement. Reima simply pirouettes, expertly dodging the shadow spikes while grabbing the blood whip and fiercely pulling the caster towards him, cutting the flying man out of the sky as he flies past him.

The battle had barely even started but the vampires numbers had already dropped by half, Hacan was incredibly enraged by this but didn't dare enter combat against this, this monster! He shouts at his men and gives the order to ignore him and breach the Manor, Reima can only scowl at this, while he's perfectly capable of protecting himself he doesn't think he can stop the fifty vampires from getting past him, of-course he could just blow them all to smithereens with his magic but the callateral damage would likely spread to the Manor and the Auror's. He couldn't risk drastically changing the story otherwise his plans for Voldemort would go down the drain.

Suddenly a spell flies over his head, looking behind him he sees what must be a hundred Auror's charging into the clearing. They rapidly fire non-lethal and lethal spells at him and the surrounding vampires. Reima backs away and continues slicing the vampires apart as he tries to get back inside the Manor, he needs to stop them getting to the Cellar as he doesn't know how many Ciri, Ambrose and Talicia can actually hold off.

Inside the Manor, Hacan had already gotten inside with around twenty of his allies, he didn't know if this was all of the survivors but the plan now rested on his shoulders. It doesn't matter if he failed or died here, both results would end in the same for him. He and his allies run through the maze-like hallways trying to locate their target, they suddenly hear a voice behind them and spot that f.u.c.king golden warrior again! He shouts at his men "SPLIT UP, WE MUST RECOVER THE TARGET!", his men don't dawdle as they'd seen what this golden d.i.l.d.o was capable of and immediately ran in various directions. Reima can only huff and dart after the group going in the direct of the Cellar, it doesn't take long for him to catch up to them and cut them all down. He hears a scream from nearby and mutters curses as he realises where there coming from.

Hacan and seven of his men finally find the entrance to the Cellar, they don't hesitate to kick the heavy wooden doors open as they charge in. Inside Ciri immediately draws her sword as she pulls Nerissa behind her, "Get any closer and you won't live long enough to regret it!" she shouts at them as Ambrose blurs out of existence from beside her, she's confused for only a moment as the men surrounding the leader fall to pieces, their limbs separate from their torso's as they drop to the floor screaming. Hacan steps back in fear and awe as he watches his men literally get torn apart by this man in-front of him, he'd been told stories of the House Dracula's brutality but never had he thought it'd be this... Dominating, this was probably the reason he'd been given one hundred men for this single mission.

Talicia steps forward as her eyes squint into lines, "Greetings, Brother. It seems however that you've come without an invitation..."