"Put you in deep freeze until we can cure you of the bat curse. I do hope you enjoy long naps." He replied blandly to the bat, not even turning to look at it.
"Nonsense. They say that holy water does something to you in the myths. Lets hope it isn't death you nutjob." He laughed and pulled out a small vial filled with water. "We could test it now if you like?" (I think I was born to play the villain wasn't I?)
(Jackie, use this for vampirism, it sounds better: Porphyric Hemophilia) blitz was long gone, over the hills & out of view from the guards trudging in armor
(So we have absolutely no idea what you can do, what kills you, or how you work? You just rebooted the species. Like twilight only less sparkles)
(Okay) "I figured the myth was just that... So we do have everything else that is suppose to kill them... Wooden stakes... Garlic... A pseudo-sun analytic converter. I hope you like torture little bat." He laughs again as more guards run past him towards where Narrowleaf was being surrounded by guards.
Lore lunged, trying to help Narrowleaf. She pulled the dagger out of her shoulder painstakingly, and threw it, and brought the staff down on a guard's head.
Narrowleaf galloped over the guard's head, and over Lore. When he hit the ground, he stumbled. "C'Mon!! Hurry, Lore!" He called.
Narrowleaf began to run beside her. He opened this bag on his back and pulled out a roll of makeshift bandages. "Hold on..." He muttered, dressing her wound.
