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When dealing with vampires, Dmitri had learned it was best to keep his distance. He replaced his axe with his crossbow and readied it with incredible speed. The dwarves bolt loaded into the slider glowed with the magic of fire and he loosed it at the vampire standing about 30 feet away, aiming straight for the heart.

Turee roared when Jo'Rahe's sword cut into his side. He dropped the thief, staggering back when he felt what felt like an arrow hit him and exploded into fire. He hissed seeing the 'Kahjiit' and his friend from earlier. He held his hand out, summoning his Gargoyle to distract the two while he finished off the thief.

Rahe refused to relent to the Vampire Lord's Gargoyles. With his silver blade pointed out like a small spear, the Khajiit jumped in. He aimed to hopefully pierce and impale the Gargoyle's chest. Rahe could only hope that he had not left himself open for a surprise attack.

Dmitri glanced over, just to make sure Rahe could handle the gargoyle, then looked right back at the vampire, another bolt, this one made of silver, locked into place. Dmitri aimed down the sights and pulled the trigger, sending the barbed, silver tipped shaft directly at the vampire. He knew it wouldn't hit his heart, if it hit, but with any luck it would incapacitate him at least.

Turee let out a loud wail when the bolt struck him. Her grabbed onto the bolt, tearing it free. The botl clearly did plenty of damage, but Turee wouldn't give up. The spell in his hand switched from the gargoyle summoning spell, to the ice spike spell, launching large icicles at Dimitri.


Oop: Vampire lords do have an ice spike spell right?

Dmitri let out a startled cry as he saw the spike come hurling towards him; no time to get his shield... He turned sideways, letting the spike make impact with the thick piece of dragon bone on his shoulder. It didn't penetrate the armor, thank the Nine, but the magical ice sent a shiver down his spine and made his fingers and other extremities go numb. He let out a quiet growl as he fumbled clumsily with another silver bolt.