Seveline dodged the original blow by jumping back, brandishing the stake as her only weapon. Her gaze continued to flit to her sword, which was feet away, though stuck deep in the ground. Would it be worth the risk to try to retrieve it or would it cause her to be at a weaker position if she tried? She decided not to risk it, as any of the other vampires could easily block her off from her sword; and she knew she'd probably have to give up her stake in the process, as there was very little chance of her getting the sword free one handed. The vampire attacked again, viciously slashing and striking out... almost a desperate struggle, she could tell. One of the attacks hit her side, causing a streak of shallow cut marks on her skin. Blood began to stain the fabric of her dress, a pained hissing gasp slipping free from her lips. She glared at the vampire and tried to lash out with the stake again, but her wrist was caught in an iron grip before she could do any harm. A sharp twist and the weapon fell from her grasp, a soft cry of agony rising in the air. "Mmm, don't you smell delicious." The male's voice whispered in her ear as she was yanked close and pinned against him.