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and beat this foe on equal terms? While he was fairly self-confident,
anxiety was beginning to rear its ugly, black head in Mayerling’s bosom. Though they’d
only met for a split second, the force and keenness of the blade that’d assailed him
from overhead lingered all too vividly in his left hand even now. The numbness was
finally beginning to fade. But more than that, the distinct horror of learning the
steely hand-armor that could repel laser beams had been cut halfway through rankled
him, and caused him concern.
Vampire Hunter D could not be underestimated.
Mayerling’s eyes glowed a brilliant crimson, and the curving black claws creaked as
they grew from his right hand, which still clenched the whip.
Perhaps anticipating the new death match about to be joined, even the wind snarled.
Up ahead, a wooden bridge was visible. The sound of running water could be heard.
The current sounded rather strong.
Mayerling’s gaze was drawn up. Quickly bending over, he pulled a pair of black cylinders
from a box beside the driver’s seat. They were molecular vibro-bombs, complete with
timers. The molecular particles within them were subjected to powerful ultra-high
speed vibrations, and they could destroy cohesive energy to reduce any substance to
a fine dust.
Raising a tremendous racket, the carriage started across the bridge. The span was
about sixty feet in length. Some thirty feet below, a white sash raced by. Rapids.
He halted the carriage as soon as it was across, then turned. Grabbing the molecular
vibro-bomb’s switch with his teeth, he gave it a twist. They weren’t exactly a weapon
befitting the Nobility.
D was on the bridge roughly five seconds later. He rushed ahead without a moment’s
hesitation.
He didn’t think he was being foolish. This Hunter must’ve had the self-confidence
and skill to deal with any situation. There was no choice, then, but for Mayerling
to exert every lethal effort in return. “I had hoped to settle this like men, one
on one,” he muttered as he listened to the thunder of the iron-shod hoofs. “See how
you like this, D—”
But the instant he jerked his arm back to prepare for the throw, lightning flashed
before his eyes. It’d flashed down without warning from a black mass of clouds clogging
the sky, aiming to strike the top of the bridge—and the road right in front of D.
Sparks flying without a sound dead ahead, how could the Hunter avoid the gaping ten-foot-wide
hole that suddenly yawned before him? The legs of his horse clawed vainly at air,
and D, keeping his graceful equestrian pose, plummeted headfirst toward the fierce,
earth-shaking rapids below.
—
III
—
Just as Nolt shouted, “You did it!” Borgoff’s greatly withered frame suddenly slumped
forward.
On hearing the commotion, Kyle sluggishly stuck his head out, too. “What happened?”
He looked out the window and up at the sky, but the screen-like properties of the
clouds had been lost along with Borgoff’s consciousness. “Oh, man, bro—you went and
used it again, didn’t you? And you’re the one who’s always going on about how it takes
three years off your life every time you do.”
Feeling the derisive jibe, the oldest brother said in a halting voice like that of
the dead, “He fell into the river. Dhampirs ain’t swimmers . . . Nolt, find him and
finish him off.”
A few minutes later, after he’d watched the second oldest depart in a cloud of dust,
Borgoff gave Kyle the order to drive. He headed for the bedroom in the rear to rest
his weary bones. There was one set of bunk beds on either side for his siblings. His
alone was especially large, and located the furthest in the back.
As he was making his way down the aisle, trying to keep his footsteps as quiet as
possible, his meatless but still sizable arm was grasped by something eerily cold.
Borgoff turned around.
A white hand that could easily be mistaken
anxiety was beginning to rear its ugly, black head in Mayerling’s bosom. Though they’d
only met for a split second, the force and keenness of the blade that’d assailed him
from overhead lingered all too vividly in his left hand even now. The numbness was
finally beginning to fade. But more than that, the distinct horror of learning the
steely hand-armor that could repel laser beams had been cut halfway through rankled
him, and caused him concern.
Vampire Hunter D could not be underestimated.
Mayerling’s eyes glowed a brilliant crimson, and the curving black claws creaked as
they grew from his right hand, which still clenched the whip.
Perhaps anticipating the new death match about to be joined, even the wind snarled.
Up ahead, a wooden bridge was visible. The sound of running water could be heard.
The current sounded rather strong.
Mayerling’s gaze was drawn up. Quickly bending over, he pulled a pair of black cylinders
from a box beside the driver’s seat. They were molecular vibro-bombs, complete with
timers. The molecular particles within them were subjected to powerful ultra-high
speed vibrations, and they could destroy cohesive energy to reduce any substance to
a fine dust.
Raising a tremendous racket, the carriage started across the bridge. The span was
about sixty feet in length. Some thirty feet below, a white sash raced by. Rapids.
He halted the carriage as soon as it was across, then turned. Grabbing the molecular
vibro-bomb’s switch with his teeth, he gave it a twist. They weren’t exactly a weapon
befitting the Nobility.
D was on the bridge roughly five seconds later. He rushed ahead without a moment’s
hesitation.
He didn’t think he was being foolish. This Hunter must’ve had the self-confidence
and skill to deal with any situation. There was no choice, then, but for Mayerling
to exert every lethal effort in return. “I had hoped to settle this like men, one
on one,” he muttered as he listened to the thunder of the iron-shod hoofs. “See how
you like this, D—”
But the instant he jerked his arm back to prepare for the throw, lightning flashed
before his eyes. It’d flashed down without warning from a black mass of clouds clogging
the sky, aiming to strike the top of the bridge—and the road right in front of D.
Sparks flying without a sound dead ahead, how could the Hunter avoid the gaping ten-foot-wide
hole that suddenly yawned before him? The legs of his horse clawed vainly at air,
and D, keeping his graceful equestrian pose, plummeted headfirst toward the fierce,
earth-shaking rapids below.
—
III
—
Just as Nolt shouted, “You did it!” Borgoff’s greatly withered frame suddenly slumped
forward.
On hearing the commotion, Kyle sluggishly stuck his head out, too. “What happened?”
He looked out the window and up at the sky, but the screen-like properties of the
clouds had been lost along with Borgoff’s consciousness. “Oh, man, bro—you went and
used it again, didn’t you? And you’re the one who’s always going on about how it takes
three years off your life every time you do.”
Feeling the derisive jibe, the oldest brother said in a halting voice like that of
the dead, “He fell into the river. Dhampirs ain’t swimmers . . . Nolt, find him and
finish him off.”
A few minutes later, after he’d watched the second oldest depart in a cloud of dust,
Borgoff gave Kyle the order to drive. He headed for the bedroom in the rear to rest
his weary bones. There was one set of bunk beds on either side for his siblings. His
alone was especially large, and located the furthest in the back.
As he was making his way down the aisle, trying to keep his footsteps as quiet as
possible, his meatless but still sizable arm was grasped by something eerily cold.
Borgoff turned around.
A white hand that could easily be mistaken
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