Rashid grabs hold of his holy symbol of Avanalae and presents it firmly. "Back off, creature. My Faith is strong and you will not have me!" He then begins to edge towards the sword, knowing that without it he is in serious trouble.
The vampire merely smiles, standing just out of arms reach. Rashid moves closer to the sword, eyes fixed on the vampire, stumbling a bit on the thick carpet edge. The vampire lunges forward, only to veer back when Rashid recovers and raise the symbol again. The vampire hisses threateningly.
"Look me in the eye Rashid... Yield to me..." Rashid feels dizzy and nauseous, his will beginning to flag, why go on? - The vampire moves behind him and croones; "Just be still... soon there will be no more worries, Elinie will be ours..." as the vampire leans in to bite, thoughts rush through Rashid's head; "Elinie... theirs? - nnNo! NO! - Wait!" Regaining his will, Rashid buckles in the knees while swinging the pointy halfsun symbol into the face of the vampire. With a shriek it jumps backwards and vanish in a poof.
The Sun Sword on the floor is waning in light, without the will of the bearer, the light is dying out!
Rashid rolls forward, grabbing desperately for his sword in the dark, he can hear a flapping sound from behind and then something is on his mask, biting in the leather, trying to find flesh beneath!
Rolling on the floor, trying to dislodge the bat and still get ahold of his sword, Rashid grabs for the blade and gets a hold near the guard, and feels how blood seeps down the inside of his left glove as the keen edge of the sword bites into the palm.
Biting back a curse, scrunching up his shoulders to deter the incessant bat, now going increasingly berserk due to the smell of blood, Rashid finally gets the Sun Sword into his right hand.
"Avanalae, in our darkest hour, let there be
LIGHT!!" The darkness explodes in white light, as if the brightest desert sun is right there in the room.
The bat squeels and flees, smoke trailing its form, as it flies crazily in and out of the stark shadows cast by the light. It falls to the ground behind the heavy wall-curtains on the opposite side of the room.
Rashid uses the reprieve to check his hand, its a bad cut, but nothing seems broken or severed. The Sword's reserves spent, it dims to the dull pre-dawn glow that seems to be all it is able to perform indefinately in this place.
A sound, like a steak hitting a frying pan, issues from behind the curtains and something moves there. Rashid, right hand on the sword, the left, trailing blood, clutching the holy symbol advance, the table between him and the curtains.
With a horrible scream, the vampire throws itself through the room, its covered in burn scars, but seems to be recovering at an alarming rate!
In a flash it is on Rashid, but he manages to put the sword between them, hitting the vampire clumsily over the chest, it still springs into a burst of flame where the sword hits its clothes, recoiling, the vampire pads down the flames and the two stand facing each other.
Rashid panting, the vampire inexorably regrowing lost skin, time is of the essence. They circle, the vampire easily staying out of Rahids reach. It is angry though, and the blood still flows freely from Rashid hand.
The vampire, desperate for the blood, but fearing the holy blade, grabs things off the dinner table, a plate, a stein, a heavy serving platter, a bottle of wine, a chair!
There is little Rashid can do as the barrage slams into him. He can parry a few of the larger items, but the glassware shatters and sends showers of sharp splinters into his skin and the metal and clay items hit with massive force, leaving bruises and stunned muscles.
Rashid keeps up the pursuit, trying desperately to get within striking range of the vampire. The vampire, running out of missiles to throw begins lifting the massive table. Rashid, thinking it has overextended itself, steps forward as he vampire strains, lifting first one end, then shifting grip, raising the table over its head, fangs out, eyes wild, it begins lurching towards Rashid.
The table, easily able to crush a man, does not seem palatable to Rashid, and he turns, crouching into a run as the table and vampire bears down on him, with a huge thundering blow, the table strikes the floor and then the back of Rashid, the wall suddenly looms up before him and his head slams into it, smashing his temple and nose, the weight of the table presses his chest flat before it comes to a rest against the wall.
The hilt of the Sun Sword, having faced the wall as Rashid raised his hands, has driven the point clear through the table and there was a terrible scream from the other side.
Rashid is woozy and loses consciousness for a few brief moments, he is not sure if seconds or minutes pass, but he summons his divine grace to grant him life and carefully begins to assess the situation...
(OOC: Ok? - Did I get it?
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