You will regret this, Sherlock. You will beg me for your death.
Punish men for what? Your foolish arrogance? You knew what we were talking about, but you believed me so tamed... Dracula, if one keeps beating a dog, the dog will bite.
[Hesitation, and a thick overcoat kept the stake from being a lethal blow. But it was enough to for him to press the advantage as he catches the cleaver]
Go! This won't be good!
[He calls out as he sets himself onto the Vampire, who snarls, turning into blood-tinged mist, before reforming, jumping onto Sherlock, his movements clearly that of a man in pain. The ensuing fight was vicious, the table smashed and the Englishman yelps in pain as his chest was raked by claws, the men wrestling for the cleaver, before Sherlock yanked it back, raising it up to hit down on the throat, but a quick turn of the head buried it in Dracula's cheek.
Sherlock hisses, trying to rip the cleaver back out, as a large, clawed hand shot out against his chest, clearly trying to dig into his chest]
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Punish men for what? Your foolish arrogance? You knew what we were talking about, but you believed me so tamed... Dracula, if one keeps beating a dog, the dog will bite.
[Hesitation, and a thick overcoat kept the stake from being a lethal blow. But it was enough to for him to press the advantage as he catches the cleaver]
Go! This won't be good!
[He calls out as he sets himself onto the Vampire, who snarls, turning into blood-tinged mist, before reforming, jumping onto Sherlock, his movements clearly that of a man in pain. The ensuing fight was vicious, the table smashed and the Englishman yelps in pain as his chest was raked by claws, the men wrestling for the cleaver, before Sherlock yanked it back, raising it up to hit down on the throat, but a quick turn of the head buried it in Dracula's cheek.
Sherlock hisses, trying to rip the cleaver back out, as a large, clawed hand shot out against his chest, clearly trying to dig into his chest]