As Duncan walked off, with no intention of taking my head or fighting, i follow behind just enough to find out what he;s doing, but close enough to track him by the feeling that we get when we near another of our kind.<br/><br/>I watch as he dispatches a nightstalker, the name i have for vampires, almost casually, as if it wasnt much of an effort, like dispatching a fly, then as he faces the second one. A beautiful one by the standards of any race, she radiates the aura of a honeypot, a venus flytrap. I resolve to assist Duncan, as even as he's good, she may be a match for him.<br/><br/>With two swords better than one, i slip out one of my throwing knives, the same one that i threw at Duncan before, and throw it at the only exposed part of her that i can see clearly, her shoulder. My aim is true, but with the skill of all nightstalkers, she hears the knife moving through the air and notices me at the same time.<br/><br/>