"This bastard's killed vampires!" Leroy -- the one clearly 'in charge' between the two -- shouts over at the tiny one who's just appeared. "All 'cause he's fucking a wolf."

Behind him, Coward had forced out one of the pieces of wood with little more than a gasp of pain. But he then used all of his strength to drive it through Leroy's back. Not quite at the heart... but close. Especially to hurt.

"First off," he said, "language. There's no need to be so crude. Second off, you're wrong."

He hit the vampire hard enough to send him down.

"God, I hate violence." Nevermind that he was still bleeding from a few wounds. "No one settles things diplomatically anymore."