The vampires didn't give them time to process it.
More poured in from every crevice, crack, and shadow on the mountainside, drawn to the blood like sharks in open water. They were, in fact, smelling blood, so the metaphor tracked. All of them were completely indifferent to the growing carpet of ash of their predecessors.
"Oh good. More," Gavriel said as he stepped in front of her.
Steel flashed as he met the first wave head-on, blade carving brutal arcs through the narrow path.
Gavriel slipped in ash, caught himself, killed a vampire on the way back up.
"That was intentional," he called over his shoulder.
"Completely," Serena replied. "How's your leg?"
"Attached."
"Then we're ahead of at least four vampires."
Rook:Left.
Gavriel swung left.
Rook:Behind.
Gavriel pivoted.
Rook:Above.
Gavriel ducked. The vampire sailed over him and Serena put an arrow through its skull mid-flight.
Rook: Mate got that one.
Gavriel: Your narrating is the least helpful thing right now.
