Vampires, Ryah decided, were a bunch of hypocritical assholes. Sure, it was alright for them to kill humans, treat them like cattle but the moment he decided to defend himself, they got so offended and angry? Not to mention all the pillaging and stealing they partook in, as well.<br/><br/>Trust him? The apparently-naned Drake, the vampire who'd been so tetchy and sensitive earlier? After how he'd treated Ryah before, the brunet couldn't trust him as far as he could throw him but from the political dissent that seemed to be growing between Drake and the rest of this particular coven, Ryah was hoping that perhaps he'd have one less scummy undead vamp to worry about. "I'll try to kill you last," was what he responded with dryly.<br/><br/>While they were all distracted, the brunet took careful aim, thanking hundreds of hours he had spent at the gun range as he fired at the head vampire. Without stopping, he started picking off the others one by one, making sure he got them in the head. It wasn't that hard considering they were all so close to him. He worked his way around, emptying his magazine into over a dozen of the undead creatures. When he ran out, he shoved this gun into his pocket and pulled out his knives, waiting for them to come to him.