It was with equal astonishment and derision that Bucren watched as his clean shot, neat as neat could be, was simply yanked from the vampire’s head by her own hand, no more than a bug bite it seemed.<i>Aim for the heart, idiot!</i>But the shot had been let loose in impulsiveness and haste and now there was no time to correct it. He got prepared as best he could for a fight with the nocturnal bitch in front of them, before the sounds of even more boots came down the stairs. Whatever the vampire saw in the others caused her to take fright and flee, as swiftly as she had entered, and Bucren released a breath he did not know he was holding in.<br/><br/>Well, not before the vampire flung his arrow back at them, nearly killing one of the girls.<br/><br/>She would be back though. They couldn’t stay here. That loomed and drummed against the front of his mind as if a thousand gnomes were drilling it into his skull. Ismark was there too and he had the idea straight, despite his flustered, degraded look. Bucren still clutched the man’s sword, the one thing that would have saved them, so idly forgotten by the drunk. The others were in the midst of some argument they must be carrying on from above, while Bucren and Xavier held the line. Apologies, accusations, they all were uttered. The typical conversation in Boravia. He simply brushed through, passing the one called Esperanza who nearly got gutted by his arrow, pulling and yanking his projectile from the wall. He gave it a brief glance to see it was still usable, before idly wiping the blood off on the side of his trousers.<br/><br/>“Your friend is right.”<i>Twin, sister, not friend</i>. “Get that wound check. That’s going to be like a flaring beacon out in the streets. We can’t smell blood but our guests can.” He encouraged Esperanza, before turning to the others, especially Teo whom he didn’t even know was there. A pretty one, her, though her friends were also those damn gypsies who abandoned them. “We don’t have a minute, or any seconds for that matter so you’ll have to settle with this. All of you.” Bucren said urgently, looking around at his strange bedfellows for this evening. “Yes, we opened the door. It could have been anyone out there, one of us. Let’s not jump to blame on that, as you all should be glad of people opening doors when everyone loves to shut them in this town. But we aren’t going to Ismark’s…love shack, as you call it.”<br/><br/>“We can’t stay here, obviously. A public place like this, the vampire cunts can just waltz right on in. We can go on to my place, where<i>guest rights</i>is a thing and they can’t enter without permission. It’s not far from here. We can get our bearings straight there and discuss this later, who and what everyone is. Or you can try your luck with your fellows.” He said with a jerk of his thumb towards the blockaded kitchen door, fixating his glance on Teo. “I vouch for everyone here and the door is open, even you Teo, so let’s head on out and get moving from this place.” He sucked in a breath, having been speaking rapidly and fast.<br/><br/>“And there goes that minute. Look, we got company outside.” Bucren said, as he moved to the door, kicking some of the chairs aside, the ones he moved so futilely to barricade them in. At least at his house a barricade would do them some good. From there, it would be an easier dash to Ismark’s home and whatever they had planned after that. What did they even have planned? For Bucren, it was only survival of this night, as it was every night before. Day usually brought very little promise, even though they often said dawn was the hope of man.<br/><br/>“Ismark, I have your sword…where did he go off to?” Bucren then noticed, seeing as Ismark returned to his home earlier for some reason or another.