Rama kept fighting, unaware that his allies were rushing to join him.
His flaming blade Cinderfall danced through the air drawing arc of blury heat and fury.
The champion's axe swung again and again at him but Rama met each attack with growing confidence. His body no longer straining as it once did.
The black leather armor clung tight against his body and pulsing faintly with mysterious power it had.
Thin, needle-like spines from within the Sanguine Vestment had embedded themselves into his skin the moment he had equipped it. Normally, this armor demanded a heavy price which is a constant draining of blood from its wearer in exchange for strength. But Rama was different.
Within him now he keep the soul of a Vampire and that soul changed everything.
Instead of the armor draining him dry, it drank cautiously, siphoning only a trickle. But it granted Rama the same surge of power it would have required a heavy toll for a normal Hunter.
