At least, that's what he thought - until the man yanked out the stake. Not close enough - was it hesitation? He knew Sherlock had been struggling with it, but -
No time to think, now. He lands on his feet with a grunt - the motion had jostled his spine, but not badly enough to set off any pain - and flung the cleaver still in his hand towards Sherlock, yelling out:]
Holmes!
[With that accomplished, his next goal was to get the Hell out of the way - even with his immortality and better-than-average strength, he knew he would be useless in a fight against Vampires.
...Well, Maybe. If he saw a chance...There was still another stake hiding in his sleeve.]
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At least, that's what he thought - until the man yanked out the stake. Not close enough - was it hesitation? He knew Sherlock had been struggling with it, but -
No time to think, now. He lands on his feet with a grunt - the motion had jostled his spine, but not badly enough to set off any pain - and flung the cleaver still in his hand towards Sherlock, yelling out:]
Holmes!
[With that accomplished, his next goal was to get the Hell out of the way - even with his immortality and better-than-average strength, he knew he would be useless in a fight against Vampires.
...Well, Maybe. If he saw a chance...There was still another stake hiding in his sleeve.]