by Evil Eye » Thu Dec 11, 2008 12:50 am
It was almost pitch-black, and the Demon could feel another presence, and he did a quick about-face. No sign of the Dhampire. He weaved around the top floor and found his way to a small room which must have been the bridge. He could hear some subdued voices, and he could still fell the other being's presence growing ever stronger. He thought he could see something on the roof, some movement, perhaps a twirling weapon. But he could not make out anything more and, looking back into the room, they had their backs turned and, if he could just get in without making any noise, he could assassinate them one by one, without letting on the rest of them to an intruder.
Clarity of thought before rashness of action...