“I can’t you because I’m an outlaw now but I can help those two. That vamp and Carmilla revealed themselves but the audience doesn’t realize you are with them. You and Sarah get out of here and meet us outside if I help them it won’t just be another crime that I committed; Most Wanted Crow helps two supernaturals including a vampire. I’ll deal with the audience and get them out of here. Now go you two I got this.”
Lan Fan smiled, “Alright I understand, thank you Crow. Lets go Sarah.”
“Oh Lan Fan next time you see Jack tell him an old friend said hi.” Lan Fan nodded, smiling wider, almost laughing at how joyfully refreshing it was to be around a proper hero.
Those feeling were replaced by surprise when Crow static charged himself away. “Damn,” she commented.
“Lan Fan,” Sarah began, “is this really okay? It will be a massacre down there.”
“They’re scum anyway,” Lan Fan said dismissively, “Now come on lets get out of here.” They ran out of the private booth and into the hall, two vampire hunters were waiting for them.
They were part of an ancient order with long and proud traditions of keeping the world safe from beasts of the night, these days that just meant they were extremists for hire who wore black trench coats with way too many crosses. Neither Lan Fan nor Sarah knew which one, they tended to blend together after a while. “We say where that witch jumped from, you’re friends of hers aren’t you?” said the one on the right, raising his crossbow. “Go back to hell you foul beasts!”
He fired, Lan Fan caught the bolt with her robotic left arm. She ducked, Sarah fired two quick bursts over Lan Fan with her assault rifle, both hunters fell.
Meanwhile Carmilla was getting seriously annoyed, she had warned these idiots hadn’t she? And now some of them were blocking her way out, “‘ey what did I say, GET OUT OF MY WAY!” Carmilla yelled, the men just laughed at her. One of them taking out a large knife.
“You know what I heard about Vampires?” The man said, “You can kill them if you make them bleed enough, so what about you lady? How much can you bleed?” Carmilla rolled her eyes, it was almost cute, she raised her free hand, ready to summon a sword of blood when a bolt of electricity flew past her. It arced from person to person, for a single instant they were all connected in a web of blue electricity, and then they all fell.
“Bazofia don’t you know it rude to not hold a door open for a lady.” Crow said, making a suitably heroic entrance; “Hola senorita it seems I will be your escort this evening just follow me out of here.”
Most other girls would have probably swooned, Carmilla just smiled, “I coulda taken them myself,” she said pretending to be offended, “but thank you cowboy.” Carmilla saw wooden bullets flying towards them, she opened her mouth to warn Crow but he clearly had a handle on it, cutting the bullets in half so that they sailed harmlessly past Carmilla.
Some idiot just had to announce Crows identity, guaranteeing that this would be a complete bloodbath “Stay behind me Carmilla until I tell you to run just keep your vamp friend safe. By the way you owe me for this one I was just trying enjoy a friendly fight.” Carmilla was about to apologize but then and arm that could have masqueraded as a tree blasted Crow into the opposite wall.
Carmilla debated what to do, on the one hand the two newcomers and most people in the stadium for that matter were clearly more interested in Crow’s absurd bounty then the one that a vampire would bring. The best thing for her and Medea would be to just run right now, then again she felt a sense of obligation to Crow which was completely independant from her obligation to Medea, and then there was the fact that most of the people here were annoying and she wanted to disembowel them and then feast on their blood. Quite a confusing mix of feelings.
And then there was the girl charging her with wrist mounted crossbows. She moved her body slightly to the side so that the bolts would pierce her instead of Medea. The second one pierced her heart and she seemed to turn to smoke, Medea started falling but Carnilla reformed and caught her before she hit the ground. She was no longer a witch, this was the woman who had forged her own white plate armor and forced the kings and lord of the realm to acknowledge her, this was Carmilla the Knight. She laughed a deep laugh and pointed the most perfectly made, perfectly balanced sword she had ever found at the demon hunter. “Well lady, care to try your luck against me? Me fighting you while holding this lovely vampiress, a fair handicap.” She held Medea away from the demon hunter with her off hand and deflected two more bolts with her jeweled sword. “Young lady you will have to do better than that,” she boasted. She was baiting the demon hunter, if she got within sword range the fight would essentially be over.