The time for the bloodbath had begun. He was aware of all the nasty things that surrounded him. He was a killer, just as they were, and the blood that covered his hands from the years past would be washed clean only to be soiled again with the blackened stream of another of lifeless. He didn't need to be told to fight, the instinct in him boiled his own blood to act in the spur of the moment. The weapon at his side whipped out like a snake lunging at prey, ready to inject them with venom. But the blade shone and struck true into the chest of one of the vampires in front of him. The chain in the middle extended as the ax-head nearly buried itself completely. He pulled back and ripped the weapon from the beast, snarling savagely.
It rained down on him, the blood that sprang from several more as Venaede spun around slashed the throats of the creatures that moved to leap on him. He dodged to the left and the right, swinging the ax-whip down mercilessly. It was apparent now that his cover was blown (not that there was much of it in the first place), but it was either do or die. No inbetweens. "Don't distract me, woman," he cried out as he sliced a male beast from groin to throat, watching the being sizzle in it's own decaying matter.
His hands were slick, but the ax-whip was slicker, the barbed chain wrapping around a neck and as he pulled it again, the chain ripped apart the demon's throat. The chain retracted back to him, and grabbed it with slippery hands. The metal was loyal to him and again he cut down vampire after vampire, even as their claws and fangs slashed at his coat. Finally, it was in tatters, but he didn't yet tear it off, but gutted another of the vampires before getting clawed along his arms with nails that stung like a dragon's fangs. Screaming, he felt anger burn up inside of him and he rolled back, throwing the vampire off into the shelves behind him.
The plowing of flesh had worked true, carving a whole in the horde that tried to scurry closer and close them off. "Find an exit," he motioned toward Fox. "It's them or us. I'd much rather have it be them. Hurry!"
