As quickly as she'd disappeared, Seraphina was back, and bloodthirsty.  She was too quick to stop.  Asher skidded in the dirt.  He wanted to grab her and run, but seeing the way she threw herself at the Chief told him they might have to get creative about this.  He'd not seen her ferocity in this intensity yet, and frankly she was terrifying to witness; the Chief was a big man, nearly twice Asher's own size.  He was strong as a bull, that man, but Seraphina managed to overpower his onslaught with seemingly little effort.  It didn't seem like she would be showing him any mercy.<br/><br/>In his hesitation, he was able to observe the surroundings.  Other hunters began to take notice of their Chief's situation, and rushed to his aide.  Asher hissed a string of curses as he strung his bow once more.  He ham stringed the hunter that attempted to pick up the fallen shield, and the man stumbled in pain with the arrow protruding from his leg.  A second shot pierced his skull.  Two more Clansmen attempted to flank her, but Asher brought them both down with three shots.  The pain was returning, and he fought his chest as he fired off another shot.<br/><br/>Four left.<br/><br/>It almost seemed to be be that he could feel the pain suffered by the Clan, as with every body dropped, the pain intensified.  Blood trickled from his nose as he fired one through the stomach of a huntress across the square who was attempting to use her shield.  She stumbled, and the sunlight was directed away, but he wasn't quick enough to stop the other one.  It contacted with Seraphina, which gave the Chief the opportunity to escape her grasp and shove her away.  The big man picked up his hammer again and rushed at her.  Asher dropped the hunter with the shield, which ended the beam.<br/><br/>“Sera, move!” he shouted, pulling back his next shot at full draw.  A hunter came from behind him and drove a knife into his shoulder.  The shock of it released the arrow, which missed its target and sunk into the Chief's hand instead.  It resulted in his release of the hammer, which thankfully stopped him from smashing Seraphina into paste, but he was still dangerous, and Asher only had one arrow left.<br/><br/>He swung back and crushed the hunter's nose with his elbow.  He stumbled back, but Asher caught him and flipped him over his back, the hunter landing roughly in the dirt before him.  A swift kick snapped his neck, but also brought Asher to his knees in a dizzying pulse.  He looked down between his laboured breaths, the wheels in his mind turning.  Before, he'd lost control and actually drank blood as the vampires did, and remarkably it rejuvenated him.  Would it work again?<br/><br/>He took the hunter's knife out of his back and used it to slice open his victim's throat, which, after a moment of hesitation he put his lips to and began drinking.  It was disgusting.  He spat it out immediately.  It didn't help.