<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Outside Luke's bar, the vampires were ferociously tearing at the walls, the door, the bars on the windows and the bulletproof glass. Of course such prime targets would have appropriate defenses. Nevertheless, their sharp nails left scratch marks all over the surface of the wall, their powerful jaws partially bent some of the bars and left deep teeth marks in the steel, but still they were unable to penetrate their quarry's inner sanctum. They continued to hiss and roar with fury, their fists banging futilely against the reinforced glass. One of them, however, managed to have a moment of clarity and seized the manhole cover that had concealed their hiding place before, and threw it with all its might, with pure luck causing its aim to be true, and it managed to break through the window it hit, though the entire window still stayed intact. Only their clawed hands could fit through, but then, so could the heroes' gun barrels.<br/><br/>So it was a standoff. Lasting however long the evil mastermind could tolerate before pulling out his trump card.<br/><br/>It was starting to become evident that the vampires were insufficient for this strike to be successful. It was time for the dark forces to bring out their big guns. Fortunately for them, they had some waiting in the wings as a precaution. The cement in the middle of the street started to crack. Tiny tremors could be felt, as though an industrial piledriver were being employed, only from beneath the ground. Steam and smoke began to emerge from the growing hole in the asphalt, and a dark figure resembling a bald, slightly more out-of-proportion Hulk crawled out from the sewers below. The only source of illumination from it, a small slit where what could be assumed its eyes would be, if it had any resemblance to a humanoid beyond the superficial. Its footsteps, while heavy, did not cause any further tremor, but the fact that its blows to the concrete were powerful enough to, would have been cause for alarm. The vampires rallied behind it, not daring to be anywhere in its field of vision while it stared down the enemy stronghold. Its gait was slow, almost clumsy, like a gorilla attempting to walk without using its arms, suggesting a lack of intelligence. How appropriate for a being that was commonly known as a Mindless One.<br/><br/>When it finally reached striking distance of the bar, it felt the steel bars around one of the windows. With one backhanded swipe, it sent them flying like toothpicks. It reared its head back and hit the wall in such a way that half of its head hit both the wall and the window, while putting forward its upper body and followed through like a football player barreling through the opposition. The hole it left in its wake would have allowed two vampires to waltz through comfortably. But with their animal-like movements, half a dozen could have entered simultaneously without having to fight for elbow room.</span></strong>