Seamus's fight was impressive… or maybe not. In Dylan's eyes, it was a mess of contradictions. He moved too fast to follow, yet his steps looked clumsy, almost reckless, like someone half-tripping forward but never falling.
Even the dagger in Dylan's hand felt more precise than those wild arcs of Seamus's blade, only Seamus wasn't holding a blade at all.
A pale sword jutted from his arm, grown out of his body like sharpened bone. It looked wrong, unnatural, but it cut the air like a predator's claw.
Dylan crouched behind a cracked concrete pillar at the edge of the garage, sweat stinging his eyes, trying to keep track.
"What the hell? Isn't he a human just like me?' he murmured.
Though, he heard from his senior that a hunter with impressive skill could get Vitalis Core. A crystal that was basically a vampire soul and a source of power that could give even humans a powerful ability.
