Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200103013728/@comment-5583506-20200106201145

Just like the other soldiers this man was a vampire, although the breed would seem quite unusual to anyone used to fighting them.

Black veins protruded from underneath the pale skin on his throat, like slithering snakes making their way up to his temples and eyes. The face was gaunt and blocky, with pronounced cheekbones and deep sockets from which a pair of red, dreadful eyes were all aglow.

As soon as the sun found his skin, it began to crack and burst open like dry clay before igniting into flames. Soon the vampiric knight was like a living beacon of fire, flailing with his arms and screaming for his unlife as the sunlight slowly did him in.

And with the death of the Black Knight the stragglers among his troops all of a sudden seemed disoriented, having lost their sense of mobility and organization. It wasn't as if they had lost their fighting spirit or even their morale, for they had none, but rather as if they had lost their sense of discipline and alertness. They seemed more aloof and individualistic now and not quite as steady on their hand and with their moves as they had been at the start of the battle.

Yet none of them would flee, instead the last few vampiric knights put up a desperate last stand against any member of the Covenant which they could find.