A the same time, Astrid was standing over the decapitated body of the werewolf, while one of her swords was sticking from the chest of a vampire missing an arm.
With a sickening sound and an uncaring expression, she pulled the sword from the woman's chest, causing her to sag to the ground. "Well, I have to say, I expected more from them," she mumbled, mostly to herself.
Now, of the six second-rankers that attacked them, five had been incapacitated or killed in record time. Such was the power that came from strong affinities, good weapons, and excellent training.
The only two still alive were the unconscious Victor and the unfortunate vampire who continued to struggle with the harassment of Emily's black orbs, a few meters away from Astrid.
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