[ He smiles at Allison's words. Watching her eyes rather than the tip of the arrow. He shifts, as if getting a better grip on the redhead. But that oh so conveniently gives her a target far more difficult to hit without hurting the girl. Daring her to make good on her word.
The lifted his head slightly. Eyeing Allison. Better people had tried to take him down. In four centuries, only one had succeeded. With far more dramatic tactics than Allison was offering. But now was not the time for monologues and witty banter.
Lips drew back, exposing a pair of wicked fangs. Only a glimpse before he went for Lydia's throat. No preparation, no further warning. He seemed intent on ensuring it hurt. ]
[Spam - Allison | Lydia | Jerry]
The lifted his head slightly. Eyeing Allison. Better people had tried to take him down. In four centuries, only one had succeeded. With far more dramatic tactics than Allison was offering. But now was not the time for monologues and witty banter.
Lips drew back, exposing a pair of wicked fangs. Only a glimpse before he went for Lydia's throat. No preparation, no further warning. He seemed intent on ensuring it hurt. ]