[Gahh! Sorry for taking so long, but seeing as now that semester finals are over and my reap of freedom has come, I shall be more on schedule.]
Dietrich grinned in response at the fanged smile the girl offered him, but it quickly faded when he read a hint of smugness in her face, as if she knew something he didn't. But before a word could pass his lips, she bolted off in the opposite direction than the one he had indicated. The action came as a great to surprise to him but he did his best to remain undeterred.
Instead he let himself be filled with the heat of anger, an emotion that aided him in many a situation. "Bloody hell!" he cried out as he attempted to bustle off in her direction. "Damn the gods; I'll kill you for this Cronus!" Yet he had made barely three sprinting steps when he heard her shrill cry come from the direction of the city gates. Surprise momentarily stalled the anger from brewing in him when he suddenly felt alert and urgency rang in his ears. That scream was obviously for a reason; he had to get to her!
He doubled his natural speed, rushing past buildings that all looked the same in the blur. In doing so, he could feel the adrenaline and power coursing through his muscles as the wind caressed his skin. The world outside his sphere of movement both slowed and sped up simultaneously and would have caused his head to dizzy had he not trained himself in adamant concentration. He focused on his destination and only that and he reached the girl in a matter seconds.
There she was lying at his feet, a pile of filthy, rumpled rags and pale flesh. As he bent to pick her up, he did not notice the two undead guards come before them, weapons drawn until the footsteps of one crunched a pile of hardened leaves, causing Dietrich to look up at them. Wary, he slowly stood full length, lowering his eyes and letting the anger from moments before fill his veins and embracing the volatile emotion fully. He knew these creatures, though manipulated drones, they would not let them pass without shedding blood. He could not agree more and this concept was evident in the malicious, bloodthirsty grin that spread upon his lips.
He allowed himself to be powered by his ever growing fury and driven by cold determination. As the two zombies lurched forward in swaggering steps, spears avant, Dietrich quickly rolled up his sleeves and prepared himself for what promised to be a very bloody, very violent excursion. Finally, he would be able to enjoy himself for once this evening. He rolled up his sleeves quickly and clenched his fists in a deadly grip.
Just then the stockier of the two zombies lunged toward the two vampires, a leap that was met by Dietrich mid-air. The velocity of his jump proved greater than the zombie's and their bodies crashed down hard on the soil, tumbling as they landed. It little to no effort for him to over power the creature and pummel a charged fist directly into its skull, caving it in and exposing much of the disconnected brain. Just as he was about to pull back his bloodied fist and land another blow he sensed the tip of the other zombie's spear about to tear through him. Just in the nick of time, he leaped and rolled to the side to see the spear of one zombie pierce the fallen body of its comrade.
However, it seemed not even that deviated the two from their ultimate task as they were both on their feet. The one with the exposed brain closed in on him while the other rushed towards youngling. No! his mind wailed as he scrambled to his feet and dashed like a madman at the girl. His feet skidded harshly against the dirt in stopping his mad sprint, just in time to put himself between him and the bobble-headed abomination. Uncaring, the creature thrust the spear at him with all the might its undead body could muster. The attack came so fast, Dietrich could not parry in time to divert the blows intended destination and instead felt the movement of cold steel through him and out his back, tearing through flesh, muscle and clothing. He caught the spear's handle to keep it from hitting the youngling behind him. With the opposite hand he broke the handle and used the dislocated shaft like a club, striking the zombie with such a force it shattered the wood and caused its loose head to flop off the neck.
At this point, Dietrich was fueled by rage within, letting it slip through every corner of his being as he pulled the remnant of the weapon out of him. He then drove the pinnacle of it brutally through his fallen opponent, his face feral and wild with the exhilaration of violence, and pinning it solidly into the ground. The stockier of the two peered at him curiously before rushing at him. The two struck at each other; the zombie keeping him at a short distance and slashing at him with swipes of the spear and Dietrich crossing that distance and striking the creature with forceful blows. The abomination landed several slashes along his arms and one at the base of his torso but he did his best to shunt the pain. For him, once he passed the defensive line, he landed a multitude of strikes that tore at the flesh of the creature's soft body. Suddenly, Dietrich spun around, evading another thrust attempt and somersaulted over the zombie, grasping the creatures exposed head between his hands and, with great strength, crushed its shattered skull completely, feeling its brain between his fingers as he did so. Defeated, its body went limp as it fell to the soil, blood spread like an infection.
Breathing heavily, he cleaned his blood soaked hands on his coat as best he could, a majority of his sleeves effectively torn off. His exposed arms were covered in slashes, leaking little bits of his own blood, but he ignored them for they were wounds that would heal in time. Slowly the rage receded back to its origins and he regained back most of his sanity. He walked over to each body and methodically detached each corpse of their limbs just in case they should they feel the need to rise again.
He ignored the shouts and roars from within the city as he walked back to the youngling. It seemed her sharp cry did more than attract his attention but also the guards within the city. "That's them," he remarked looking at the direction of the cacophony. As he looked back down at her, his thoughts turned grim. For all his niceties, she refused every one of them. Well, that was it. No more mister nice guy. "You've caused me enough trouble already and I don't intend on having any more," was all he said before he grabbed her up and swung her up into his arms. Even if she resisted, she would be no match for him, for the anger that gave him greater strength than what he initially had was lurking not far beneath the surface; it was under control now and he could choose to call upon it at will. Balancing her weight, he carried her with one arm holding her torso and another beneath her knees, uncaring whether or not he hurt her. With that adjusted, he bolted for the direction of the enclave just as a battalion of soldiers came charging through the gates exclaiming in a flurry of emotion at the body of their fallen comrades and the shadowy figure that disappeared into the forest.