Six men. Six heavy anti magic snipers. Six positions.
One target.
A vampire that shoved fear straight down the throats of any being foolish enough to even look.
The crew had left their van and moved into the auditorium quite discreetly, but what they saw, brought them to their knees.
Their client, Lars, was being flipped about in full view of a great crowd. What's worse was that he was fully transformed.
What was even worse? The vampire in the middle, with her hair and clothes all running wild, appeared to stand still in the middle.
She was playing with her food, without even touching it.
A rendered vampire. A true monster.
The werewolf was plunged into the arena with one final crack, and then pushed further in, without any physical contact, until he was completely hidden from view.
There, he decided to stay. Forever.
His last thoughts seemed to quake in his own head, as he cowered in terror, in the presence of this being of destruction.
And then all was still.
The Audience proclaimed her victory in all its glory and the Vampire took a small bow.
This was it. This was their one chance to make the shot.
The snipers took aim. From the thickets of the audience. Through their scopes, their target looked even more terrifying. A face with a stretched out smile- and no eyes.
Yet, as one of them aimed for her forehead, he saw her look straight down his barrel, and wink an eyeless wink.
His finger froze on the trigger.
One centimeter. All he had to do, was move his finger, by one centimeter.
Just as he was about to fall to his knees, his ear piece instructed him to take the shot.
The brain, the heart, the spine, the nape, the lungs, and the liver.
Six vital spots.
Six men.
Six snipers.
One little girl clad in pink.
What could go wrong?
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Daminion
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