Igris arrived before his own opponent; unlike Beru, he didn't attack immediately. He simply floated in place, his eyes glowing a bright blue as he stared at the Vampire before him. The female Vampire held twin daggers in her hands in a reverse grip, her posture relaxed yet coiled with lethal intent, like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
He wasn't eager for battle, but that didn't mean that when it presented itself, he would avoid it, no, he simply did not actively seek it out. Silence stretched between the both of them as they sized each other up, their gazes locked in a silent exchange of intent and calculation.
Bryan, who was floating at the side, could feel the tension thickening in the air, the pressure steadily increasing, the very stars around him flickering faintly as though reacting in anticipation of the clash that was about to unfold.
