Thomas, naturally, is completely and utterly opposed to the attack. Of course there had been plenty of vampires who had it coming with the way so much of their nest had been lately, but the problem was, there were plenty of vampires who didn't. Not even counting the fact that letting their territories be nibbled away a piece at a time would be disastrous, Thomas still felt he should at least back up those vampires who hadn't gotten caught up in the whole sale slaughter Raymond had sold so many on.

And that was why he was in Lewisham in a fishnet shirt, tight blue jeans, a belt around his waist holding the holster that carried his gun, as well as his sword and a small pouch filled with iron nails. Unfortunately, that was the only source of iron he could find on short notice. It would have to do.

He mostly stayed out of sight, watching the action before making his move, waiting until he spotted one of the invaders trying to go after one of the vampire residents. Then, he'd pull out a nail, take aim, and throw it like it was a dart, using his vampire strength to make it a little more forceful than it usually would be. Sometimes the back of the nail would end up hitting his foe, however, so he'd try again. The goal here, of course, was to distract them and let the other vampire get some of the advantage, before he'd draw his sword and gun to join in on the fighting.