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‘Fuck,’ the vampires said in unison, looking at each
other for someone to take leadership and front the attack.
The vampires began to scream and panic, some scaled the
walls in attempt to escape, and some arched their backs and
flexed their claws. Either way, it would seem, in the politest
way possible to say, they were fucked.
Wren began to stride forwards, whipping his great
whips of barbed razor wire outwards, snapping at the
undead horde in the alleyway. With one almighty crack,
Wren whipped his wire at a vampire on the wall, the wire
constricted around him, boring into its flesh so deep that
the barbs no longer appeared visible. Lines of blood began
to appear on the creature’s skin, pooling out streams of
blood as the wire struck down to the bone and constricting
around it.
‘Suck on this!’ shouted Wren, quickly losing his
energy from the continuous fighting and running. He
pulled his razor wire back, moving it side to side as he did
to absolutely mangle his foes flesh. The creature fell to the
ground, its pale skin flayed into a bloody pile beside it, its