text: You raise your rifle, firing. The bullet thuds into Mihrab as he bears his teeth in a  grin.
  
  
  "Pathetic," he says.
  
  
  Mihrab bursts towards you, grabbing you by the throat, his claws cutting into your skin.
  
  
  "Your life is meaningless. Has your service to Count Grey blurred your mind and given you a strong head? You have nothing to offer."
  > You go for your rifle
  You grab for your rifle and go down, grabbing it by the barrel and tossing it into the air. You grab for the trigger, before Mihrab slices his claws across your throat and pressing his mouth against it. You gasp as blood spurts into the monster's mouth, dropping the gun and letting out a pained grunt as you're drained of your life source.