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Geron had both his arms folded and his hands tightened around his cloaked biceps. He gripped so hard that veins popped out of the back of his hands and his claws began to pierce through his dark cloak and began to prick his skin.
"Two— No, three down…" he said in a low seething voice.
It was dawning on him that they truly had underestimated the Guards.
Even if you looked away from the most impressive of the four Hellsingers, the other three were not on the losing foot either even though they were all facing two Vampires each. One of the other three had killed a Vampire already and was getting closer to killing the second which would free him to help his fellows even though they didn't look like they even needed it.
And then there was the one who was the obvious leader of the four. The one who had managed to shield their target while killing two of the three Vampires that had gone after him. If things continued as they were, the tides were going to turn.
