He had no choice but to fight them off, and noticed that his movements were slowing and his breathing becoming more labored. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement, and turned to meet two vampires who had circled around and were coming from behind. Max hesitated he understood her need, but she could barely lift the sword. "I want him!" she shouted, running forward with none of her usual grace and strength. Even without her vis bulla, she looked like a warrior. Her face was set, her dark eyes shadowed with the same grief and anger that fueled him. Max saw a flash of silver out of the corner of his eye and looked back to see that Victoria held a sword-the sword. He fairly flew across the stage, and the other vampires scuttled out of his path. Nedas was coming toward him, his red-ringed blue eyes burning with hatred. But to send that creature to Hell… His fingers tightened around the stake.
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