Caught in the effects of the blood spell, Efron's movements faltered. The wings of light on his wrists flickered as the vertigo took hold. The once-blurry hands slowed, and Efron found himself struggling to maintain his balance.
'My chance!' thought Robin, seizing the opportunity presented by the disoriented Scout. He lunged forward, aiming to exploit Efron's vulnerability and deliver a decisive blow. The red-haired vampire's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he prepared to subdue his weakened adversary.
In the shadows, Caleb observed the unfolding battle. The situation hung in the balance, and his hand gestures took on a sense of urgency. 'Move, Efron! Get out of there!' Every subtle movement conveyed a silent plea for the Scout to evade the impending danger.