Book 2 First Night (14)
Matoba reflexively jumped back. Monts later, the vampire had jamd her fist into the ground he stood on just seconds before. Crushed bits of pebbles brushed against his cheek, sending jolts of pain throughout his entire body. Crouching down, Matoba stretched his left arm towards a grenade hanging from the belt on his hip. More specifically, it was a flashbang that emitted a powerful burst of light upon impact. Swiftly removing the pin, he lobbed it to the front.
Although he had imdiately closed his eyes beforehand, they still hurt from the resultant flash of light.
Matoba opened his eyes. The vampire put both her hands over her eyes, halted in place. She would not be blinded for long. He took out his magazine. Had to hurry. He jamd the replacent magazine in place. It went in with a satisfying click. His foe was quickly recovering from the shock of the flashbang. He readied his carbine for a full-auto barrage. Made it just in ti. Twenty rounds drove straight into her body in less than a second.
GAAAAH.!
The vampire collapsed atop the rail tracks, twitching little by little with every waking mont.
She was still alive. Good grief, just how tough is this bitch? Matoba emptied the rest of his ammo on her. Putting away his carbine, he pulled out his beloved 9mm, shooting at her once more. Every one of his shots hit its mark. No good, shes still alive. Dropping the empty mag to the ground with a flick of his thumb, Matoba imdiately reloaded his pistol. Another ten shots followed. Though he had initially aid for her head, her incessant floundering had caused several of his bullets to miss.
Eventually, he ran out of ammunition for his pistol. And yet, his target was still moving.
He drew the backup revolver behind his ankle. Five .38 caliber rounds were fired off. They rcilessly penetrated the vampires body. The sound of gunfire resounded throughout the tunnel.
Gaah
He shuddered. The vampire did not die. Her bloodshot eyes bored into Matobas skull as she began to stand up.
You gotta be kidding !
The only weapon Matoba had left was a small knife hidden within his belt.
A cold sweat ran down his forehead as the vampire leaped towards him. Compared to her previous attacks, this felt particularly weak at the sa ti, it felt as though she had put her very being into this one strike.
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