Elsewhere, steam rose from the freshly strewn corpse, a dripping sword still held nearby. The burly man who held it simply laughed as his comrades joined him. "Those fools. They thought they could take advantage of us? We led them right into our trap!" The deep voiced vampire laughed again as he leaned down and picked up one of the bodies, licking blood off of one of the fresh wounds.<br/><br/>"Sir, we still need to deal with the fire." One of the others commented, getting a gruff response from his superior in rank and strength. "Let Alex and his men handle it. I'm having too much fun, can't you see? They think they can surprise me, their weapons do nothing!" He laughed and threw the body down, stomping the skull into a pile of mush as a demonstration. "These rats of our world have just burned their own nest. They have no where left to run!"<br/><br/>Starting to reach down again for another taste, his eyes caught movement beyond the smoke and steam. The fire had moved closer faster than he expected. But that wasn't what he saw. "Someone deal with that one." He waved his hand towards the figure, then continued to reach down. Before his fingers could touch the fabric of his fallen enemy's clothes he heard a scream from his own man. By the time he looked up his soldier had been decapitated, and the figure continued to walk towards them.<br/><br/>There was a cheer off to the side as more rebels flooded into the street behind the bloodied Shenyo. They knew of his exploits, they recognized his fur and his tail easily despite the dancing lights. "We can do this with Shenyo! Everyone behind him! Together we can-" His voice was stopped as Shenyo turned to the source of the noise and slashed his throat out. The vampires took an involuntary step back as Shenyo slaughtered those he was supposed to save. As the last human fell Shenyo turned again towards the vampires, and started walking again.<br/><br/>"We need to fall back." Was all their leader said.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The smoke from the fire continued to lift up into the air with little resistance. Lydia could see it drifting despite how small her window was, even as her captors spoke around her as if she were nothing more than an object. How far were they from those fires? Would they be able to reach all the way here?