"Trowa!" Quatre followed him out of the office, the shotel turning silver in his hand, the handle far more ornate than the obsidian had been.
He stopped just short of the window, grabbing the ledge of it in surprise and embedding a piece of glass into the soft flesh of his palm. He barely felt it, watching to make sure that Trowa had landed safely on the ground, growling at two figures standing on the sidewalk.
It wouldn't do any good to try and get to the sidewalk. Not yet. The creatures were already inside the building and it was impossible for everyone to have evacuated so quickly. No, there had to be people still here and the damage that the missiles had caused had likely destroyed part of the building.
A snarl behind him caught his attention and he turned, the curved blade catching the vampire by his neck, cutting through the soft tendon with ease and knocking the creature to the floor. The remaining glass in the window broke down to dust, reforming in his hand and turning ash-grey and then silver, curving as he brought it down, severing the neck completely.
He'd have to take the long way down, but it would give him time to find and help anyone else that was still stuck. Flicking the blood on his weapons into the wall, he started down the hallway, mentally pulling up the building's layout in his head as he went.
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He stopped just short of the window, grabbing the ledge of it in surprise and embedding a piece of glass into the soft flesh of his palm. He barely felt it, watching to make sure that Trowa had landed safely on the ground, growling at two figures standing on the sidewalk.
It wouldn't do any good to try and get to the sidewalk. Not yet. The creatures were already inside the building and it was impossible for everyone to have evacuated so quickly. No, there had to be people still here and the damage that the missiles had caused had likely destroyed part of the building.
A snarl behind him caught his attention and he turned, the curved blade catching the vampire by his neck, cutting through the soft tendon with ease and knocking the creature to the floor. The remaining glass in the window broke down to dust, reforming in his hand and turning ash-grey and then silver, curving as he brought it down, severing the neck completely.
He'd have to take the long way down, but it would give him time to find and help anyone else that was still stuck. Flicking the blood on his weapons into the wall, he started down the hallway, mentally pulling up the building's layout in his head as he went.