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Graicus panted heavily too now. His back felt warm, like something was stabbing him there; perhaps a piece of wood from when he was bashed against the tree. He'd pull it out later if that were the case.

The imperial gladiator eyed the sword sticking out of the hulking creature like a sword in a stone from a storyteller's tale. Only this stone was an over thousand pound monstrosity that moved.

He had one other sword. The carefully designed silver sword, made to smite vampires and their ilk. He supposed it was better than no sword at all and pulled it loose.

His stance was like before, but the weariness was taking its toll. Graicus stood less firm and his chest rose and fell heavily with each breathe he took.

Cold saliva, or blood, he didn't know which dribbled from his lower lip.