Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-25038310-20150625171507

As the table backs up against the wall, there was still no trace of someone behind them.

As Iscariot kept alternating between the bayonets and continued throwing his bayonets, a figure stepped out of the shadows behind him - his footsteps muffled naturally.

Sander brought down his massive Saw Cleaver on Iscariot's head as he kept throwing the bayonets against the table. As there was little chance of Iscariot knowing that he had used vampiric invisibility to escape from the barrage before he was actually spotted or had revealed his true location, it was probably too late.

''I used embrace of shadows to escape from behind the table.. as the furniture provided cover and hid me from his vision, I sneaked behind him while he kept throwing his bayonets. Never fight a vampire in small confined spaces, and especially not in the dark.''

He grinned from behind him.

''Noone can hear me sneaking.. You're mine.''