She panted slightly, eyeing him warily. "*squee!*ing human. *squee!*ing humans," she cursed under her breath, brandishing her dagger. "There's more where that came from! Stay back!"
He didn't seem to mind her, releasing another arrow at the man, who was now on the ground. With the second he fell completely. Francis approached him, his eyes cold.
Poppy, for her part, looked disturbed, eyeing the man nervously, her magic still not going out. With her free hand, she distractedly touched the cut on her cheek, pulling her hand back to see the blood.
"I, uh..." she said, dabbing at the blood with the corner of her cloak distractedly. "I think so... was that who you were after earlier?"
"Yes, it was," he replied easily, taking the man and moving to cut something that hung around his neck. "I told you to be careful."
She looked back down at where she had been sleeping, running her fingers through her red hair. "I, uh... I fell asleep. Why were you after him?"
"A vampire..." she mused thoughtfully, looking down at the corpse. "That doesn't seem right. To kill someone for what they are."
"That's not why I killed him," he said flatly, holding up a shiny amulet that he had taken off him. "He was a thief who killed some people. That's why."
She looked up at him, her serious face oddly chiding. "That's what you do, then? Kill people for being killers?"
