Foxx let the energy he pulled from them seep out into the air instead of absorbing it. He had no interest in consuming it. No interest in risking becoming addicted to its taste. Besides, it was too soon to take any in. Who knew what else he’d face here.
“Tell me, who is leading this nonsense. None of you, surely. None of you have even reached your second century. So, tell me what fool is leading this bunch of clowns,” Foxx asked, releasing enough pressure on the man’s throat to allow him to speak. “Tell me.”
“You w-will fall!”
Foxx snorted. “Wrong answer.” He slashed his nails through the man’s neck, severing it cleanly. The head slid off the neck, plopping onto the ground as the body slumped down the wall, leaving a blood trail on the peeling wallpaper.
“Who’s next?” Foxx said with a smile, as he turned around to look at the three on the ground. There was one woman and two men.
* * *
Why were there somany fucking humans?! They were starting to piss Harlow off. With each one he injured, another popped up. Harlow was currently grappling with a man and trying to get him the fuck off of him, all while attempting to keep moving as others tried to get behind him. A scream of pain was forced out of him as the bastard clamped down on the bullet hole in his shoulder and squeezed. He really went and got himself shot after telling Foxx to dodge better…
Headbutting the fucker, he used the man's disorientation to slide a knife free so he could slam it into his leg. The guy cried out in pain, toppling over and finally letting him go.
Harlow had no time to celebrate the victory, as a rather large cultist came barreling towards him. The guy plowed into Harlow at the same time some asshole slammed into him from behind. Harlow roared in pain as what could only be a knife plunged into his back, while another one skewered his side.
“FUCK THIS SHIT!” he swore, ignoring the painful burning sensation. He shoved the guy in front of him hard. Pulling out his gun, Harlow shot him point blank in the face. The man's skull burst open, brain matter flying everywhere, as he dropped like a sack of potatoes to the ground. Without hesitation, he spun and popped the one who’d been behind him. The woman must have stepped back upon seeing him withdraw his gun, but she hadn’t gone far enough. The bloody knife still in her hand gave her away. He watched with vicious satisfaction as her body collapsed.
At the sight of two of their own dying for the first time, the rest of the humans scattered like the cowards they were. Some helping others limp away. They had abandoned the ones who passed out. He didn’t bother chasing them, as he wasn’t in any shape to run…
Harlow let out a bloody cough, waving away some of the smoke. They were lucky the stupid fires didn’t appear to be spreading far. Then again, the idiots had shot about five flaming arrows before realizing they were just making it harder for themselves to breathe.
Standing there panting, or more like gasping for air, he tried to take stock of his injuries. He had a few gunshot wounds. The one in his shoulder was a through and through. The others were just grazes. It was really the knife wounds that were a bit concerning.
Harlow tenderly poked at the wound on his right side, wincing slightly. It was probably fine, there were most likely no punctured organs underneath. The one on his back, however…may be fine as well. Yep, he was just going with maybe…
* * *
Foxx had just crushedthe skull of the last vampire when he heard the sound of Harlow shouting out in pain. Spinning, a touch of worry filling him, his eyes widened as he watched his partner violently shove a rather large human back, pull out his gun, and explode his skull in just the most fantastic way possible. Foxx couldn’t help but smile as the man spun around to do the same to a woman behind him.
The humans scattered as the bodies fell, fleeing past Harlow. He listened to the beats of their hearts, as they headed towards the other stairway instead of out the door.
“Welp, they are very dead,” he said with a smirk as he approached.
“Good!” Harlow barked out before taking a hissing breath, clutching his side.
“Are you okay?” Foxx asked, eyeing him.
Harlow was bleeding from his side, his shirt slashed open, and there was a bloody hole in his shoulder. The scent of the man’s blood was strong, yet, neither wound appeared to be bleeding that badly. His face was rather pale though.
“I’m fine.” The man let out a wheezing cough, waving at the air. “Let’s spread some black wood ash around the fires so they don’t spread and head up.”
Foxx eyed him. “Are you sure you want to keep going? Why don’t we bandage you up first?”
Harlow gave him a grim, pained smile. “Is there really time?”
“I mean, I can’t have you bleeding out on me.” He eyed the wounds.
Harlow sighed, then reached into his jacket and pulled out a roll of medical wrap.
“How much do you have in that jacket of yours? Like, how does it all fit?”
The human rolled his eyes, pulled out a black pull-string bag, and tossed it at him. “Just put the fires out while I fix myself up.”
Foxx caught the bag with a sigh. Leaving him to bandage his wounds, he set to work on putting the fires out with the ash. He found that if he just threw some at the flames, it would put them out just as well as making a circle would, but it wasted less ash.
When the fires were all out, he closed the bag and slipped it into his pocket before turning back to Harlow. The man’s shoulder and waist were now covered in a white bandage, though he could only see a peek of the white on his shoulder through the hole in his jacket.
