TEAM THEO - NIGHT FALLS WITHOUT INCIDENT
Apr 11, 2016 5:56:24 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 11, 2016 5:56:24 GMT -8
As Trevor, Theo, and Santi started their night in the mouldering manse,
Theo spun a vaguely true tale of the events during Trevor's astral projection.
Below is what actually happened before last night...
{spoilered for length}
Theo rested in restful rest. Before he'd gone to sleep, Santi assured him
he would be hard at work with Trevor trying to find a solution to the
problem of Lepponen scrying. But at some point, he was awakened
with a jab from a mop handle.
Blockhead-
"Hey there."
Theodore-
"Ehh... hm, what is it?"
He spoke quietly and gestured to the hall.
Blockhead-
"We're all fixin' to die. Your friends came."
Theodore craned his neck, and matched Blockhead's volume.
Theodore-
"What? Friends...?"
Even without supernatural hearing, the stomping feet of
oncoming mercenaries was easy to pick out. He nodded for
Blockhead to move out of the way, and hurled a desk
against the door.
Blockhead-
"Yeeeep. Whoever it was you were buyin' rocket launchers for."
The stomping shifted its energy in response to the noise. Some of it went one direction, some approached the desk'd door. Theo realized they were sending some guys to look for another way in - and there was one, a back hall that allowed discreet access to the restrooms. The desk'd door, the non-openable tall windows, the drop-ceiling, and that back hall - which way to go? What to do with Blockhead? If he went into the back hall quickly, he could get there before the mercs and get a new hiding spot for an ambush, but Blockhead wouldn't be able to move like that, even without daysickness...
Theodore ran to his closest weapons stash, the broom closet that was his usual changing room. He tossed Blockhead a semi-auto.
Theodore-
"Damn them! Blockhead, get in there-- But first--"
He took a broadsword and a grenade he'd left on the bottom shelf.
Theodore-
"Good luck my man."
Blockhead-
"Ayup."
Blockhead grumbled and shuffled into the closet. Theo pushed another desk against the closet door, and hopped up to climb through a loose ceiling tile. Everything felt like moving through water; he was best at resisting the effects of daysickness with low-key, measured movements like a country club outing. But just the same, he got into the drop ceiling and closed the tile behind him without trouble.
He knew Santi wasn't far away in another room on this floor, and if the enemy had sense, they were securing the other rooms even as they devoted their main group to this one. Should he try to get to Santi, or focus on fighting these brigands? He heard them moving into the back hall more clearly, as there was no division between the hall and office through the ceiling.
Theodore crawled toward the hall, Santi needed help-- some kind of warning. Hopefully he'd hear this... He peeked through the tile, calculated the grenade's trajectory and waited for the mercs to hit his trip wire. With helmets and caps on, they didn't see the vampire lurking above. They hit the wire.
The fire alarm went off, filling the floor with a loud irritating buzz, and he tossed the grenade. Before it even landed amid the men, he slid the flimsy drop tile back into place and went for his next goal. Behind him he heard the explosion like someone firing a bucket of nails out of a cannon, and men shouting and hustling.
Theo crawled toward Santi's office, listening to between the blares of the alarm for the troop movements below. Over the main hall, he heard two women's voices but couldn't make them out, as well as a man.
Theodore-
Women warriors? What modern times we live in.
He cracked the tile to peer through, seeing a short young woman with big eyes and fancy hair, big broadsword on her shoulder, talking to a broadly built, taller woman with pink hair and an assault rifle. The man was another of the mercenary types and quickly moved along, but the shorty noticed Theo.
Döllinger-
"He lurks above!"
They started to spring into action.
Theo threw the tile at gun girl, and rolled away, fast as he could to Santi's office. The sound of machinegun fire was booming, but fortunately not quite deafening for him. He was over Santi's office, and heard men's voices from below, amid all the other ruckus.
Man One-
"I'll call it!"
Man Two-
"No! The shit is on, take no chances. Check the closet, I'll check the desks."
Theo thoughts-
No! Damn it all...!
He leapt from the ceiling tiles, swinging his sword. He beheaded the guy that was going for the desks in one stroke, the man's body for the moment still standing with assault rifle in hands. Past that body he saw the other beginning to turn around. He threw the sword at the turning man and snatched the gun out of the headless man's hands. The sword hit the other man, giving him pause, but seemed to cause no injury - clattering against his armor and gear. But now, Theo had a gun.
Bata Bata Bata-- boy these modern firearms are noisy!
Man One -
"ARRGH!"
As the man went down, Theo saw the door starting to open. He ducked low, and flattened against the wall, ready to fire if the incomers didn't seem Santi-ish. The pink haired woman leapt into the room low, someone else came in high. She was already whipping her rifle toward Theo when he opened fire. Bata bata. Her chin crumpled, two more holes ripped in her shirt, and flesh and blood spewed behind her.
But the person that came in high - he saw a flash of fancy hair - had gotten to a different part of the room fast enough to not be part of that takedown, and had a huge handgun pointed straight at him as she neared the opposite wall. The first booming shot missed, the second scratched his shoulder. Tss!
Döllinger-
"THOU BUSTER!"
Bah! A duel to the death with firearms was so dull! He winced at his injured shoulder, and scattered a few shots her way, taking cover behind a bullet-scarred copier. Her bullets also fell astray as he got into motion, and she was on the far side of the desk from him. She stopped shooting for a moment.
Döllinger-
"VILLAIN! Your ally shall be taken down street style, for this his treachery has earned! But wouldst thou like to throw down with honor? I noticed your sword, and would let you take it up."
Theodore raised an eyebrow and peeked over the copier.
Theodore-
"I say! Do you challenge me honestly, or is this a ploy?"
Döllinger-
"I'll make it official."
A guy ran into the room with a gun up and she shot him in the head. He went down hard slumped over pink-hair remains. The lady worked a radio.
Döllinger-
"Everyone stay out of the room on the left! I have him!"
Theo raised the other eyebrow, and lowered his gun to the floor.
Theodore-
"Fair enough. Put down your arms, and tell me, who challenges me?"
He saw her handgun slide out onto the floor between them and a sword blade rising behind the desk in its place.
Döllinger-
"Döllinger of the Dallmann lineage. Drop your gat and retrieve thy blade."
His broadsword lie tangled and blood spattered on the body of the last man he shot. Oh it would be so easy to open fire on her now, but honor was honor after all! He shook the blood off the sword, and readied himself for any flying swords or other trickery.
Theodore-
"I accept your challenge."
Döllinger-
"Straight up."
He heard more gunfire and shouts from elsewhere. Santi must have gotten out of the room. But what then? She rose from table, blade pointed toward him as she walked out to the center of the room. She was aggravatingly slow as the action elsewhere cried out for his attention.
Döllinger-
"How should we start? Three paces with blades fully
pointed away? Grauischer rules? Bonnisch? Penolitano?"
Grrrrr, damn this honor! He took in the layout of the room. Well, a challenge was a challenge, but...
Theodore-
"Oh bloody hell."
He kicked a rolling chair at her and ran for the door.
"Let's reschedule!"
Döllinger-
"BUSTER-ASS TRIIICK!"
As he came into the hall, he was immediately shot at. Not even a second to think, the only way out was back the way he came or through a door ahead - but it was the door he'd blocked from within using a desk. Maybe they'd taken the desk away while clearing the room, maybe not, and if not, he would definitely get shot down here.
Damn damn damn! Could he take a chance? Did he have a choice? He jump-kicked the door with a bellow of panicked rage. It flew open on a room with one guy. He had a gun nearly at the ready, but must not have seen this coming. Theo just might be able to reach him in time with the sword...
...Later in a burning room, furniture upended, shrapnel peppering the environment at random, Demetri and Theodore looked at each other from across the room - Demy's dark shades limned in orange from the flames, Theo's purloined mirror shades reflecting the scene more fully. Demetri opened his hand, dropping the SMG with sass.
Demetri-
"I'm out. But then, you prefer archaic combat, don't you? The axe for Dragomir?"
Theodore shook the blood off his broadsword and raised his chin.
Theodore-
"Ah, Dragomir's distant second-in-command, I presume. Is he worth all this?"
Demetri shook his head slow as he stepped over a flaming office chair and walked toward his foe.
Demetri-
"Social order. You're like a peasant rebellion piling heads
in the street. I'd fight that, whatever my opinion of a king."
Theodore-
"Ha, then fight this peasant and we'll see where your head winds up."
Theodore raised his sword, but waited for his opponent to find a weapon.
Demy grabbed a flimsy 4 foot strip of sheet metal off the edge of a cubicle
and bent it in half, and kept coming closer, turning it end over end in his hands.
Demetri-
"Ready?"
Theodore-
"En garde and all that."
He feinted, to test his opponent's skill. Demy only moved slightly
into the feint, having the speed to adjust to any real attack. He
whipped the metal around and swiped it at Theo's head.
Demetri-
"You have our attention. Anything to say?"
Theodore hopped back, bouncing on his heels excitedly.
Theodore-
"I know it can be hard for the elderly to adjust,
but you'll see how much better things will be in time."
Demetri-
"You think yourself a savior of the youth?"
There was an edge of bitterness in his voice now. He whipped
the metal around trying to snag Theo's blade. Theodore
laughed incredulously, and easily blocked Demetri's attacks.
Theodore-
"Well, yes...! Look at all these new children, would
you have them locked into eternal servitude? And why?"
Demetri-
"And when you can't free them with swords you free them with fire?"
Theo could tell Demy was pacing himself, waiting for an opening to do something more serious.
Theodore-
"I have no idea what you're talking about, but it's
not my fault they were put in a dangerous position."
He hopped around with a dopey smile, blocking Demetri's attacks
and calling out the moves. Demy decided to pull a serious
move and wrapped the metal around Theo's sword.
Demetri-
"Like hell!"
Theodore jerked at his sword, the dopey smile fading.
Theodore-
"Yes, yes, I suppose this is a serious duel..."
Demy wrested the sword from his grasp, losing his
twisted metal in the process, and resorted to a kung fu kick.
Demetri-
"For Jack!"
The sword clattered several feet away, and Theodore spun
on his heels a bit, almost losing his footing. He blocked
Demetri's blows by hand, inching his way back to his weapon.
Theodore-
"Who-- oh, the child, yes, that was an unfortunate accident..."
Demy saw Theo going for the sword and opted for a flying tackle.
Demetri-
"Accident?!"
He knocked Theodore prone, cool mirrored shades flying. Theodore struggled to get out of his grasp.
Theodore-
"Yes! I didn't know the damned place was so flammable! Shoddy construction, I tell you."
Demetri-
"Madman! Maniac!"
Demetri busted some cutting edge grappling moves with the aim of getting
Theo to arms length for more dislocation- & fracture-styled attacks.
Theodore-
"Uf-- I don't-- deny it-- I suppose...!"
He twisted away from Demetri, but was fairly weak when it came to hand-to-hand strength.
Theodore-
"They will be-- ugh-- their own undoing. Freedom will..."
Demetri-
"Shut up!"
Demetri was sloppy in his rage and Theo did manage to get into a better position - tho still snagged. They heard a clatter from elsewhere, something other than just the building falling apart. Theodore gathered his strength and tried to shove Demetri away, maybe Santi needed help.
Demetri came loose, and must have seen the strategic value of knowing what's up, because he didn't immediately attack Theo. He jumped back, assuming a wary stance. The two both saw someone fall out of the drop ceiling and behind a cubicle. Theodore bolted to his feet and ran that way.
Demy was ready, tripped Theo and thwacked him with a knife hand to the chest as he went down.
Demetri-
"One of yours or one of mine? Place a bet?"
Theodore-
"Uf! Damn you...!"
If only he could get to the weapons cache-- just beyond in the utility closet. He rolled away from Demetri's attack and clutched his chest, straining to hear what was behind the cubicle. Demy did a huge leaping axe kick, not affording a quiet second for Theo's ears as he had to roll away again.
How infuriating! Theo took the chance while Demetri recovered from the kick to crawl to his feet. Something inside his chest crunched as he stood. Ugh, bones were so easily broken in the day.
As Theo turned to face Demy and Demy spun to do the same, somebody popped up from behind the cubicle wall. They mystery guest checked in - Santi with a nine. POP! Demetri fell forward, inert.
Santi-
"They still have some guys up and I'm not sure
if Trevor is flambé at the moment, we need to go."
Theodore grinned broadly and embraced him.
Theodore-
"Oh thank goodness... I don't know what I-- Yes, let's go."
Santi-
"Mm... Uh."
Santi didn't expect the embrace and was just a wee bit
weirded out, but the demands of the moment came back.
Santi-
"I stashed Trevor in the ceiling over the one office. Let's go..."
Moments later, Döllinger came in a rush, found Demetri, and added
his body to the total amount of corpses she was carrying.
Only vampires get out alive...
Theo rested in restful rest. Before he'd gone to sleep, Santi assured him
he would be hard at work with Trevor trying to find a solution to the
problem of Lepponen scrying. But at some point, he was awakened
with a jab from a mop handle.
Blockhead-
"Hey there."
Theodore-
"Ehh... hm, what is it?"
He spoke quietly and gestured to the hall.
Blockhead-
"We're all fixin' to die. Your friends came."
Theodore craned his neck, and matched Blockhead's volume.
Theodore-
"What? Friends...?"
Even without supernatural hearing, the stomping feet of
oncoming mercenaries was easy to pick out. He nodded for
Blockhead to move out of the way, and hurled a desk
against the door.
Blockhead-
"Yeeeep. Whoever it was you were buyin' rocket launchers for."
The stomping shifted its energy in response to the noise. Some of it went one direction, some approached the desk'd door. Theo realized they were sending some guys to look for another way in - and there was one, a back hall that allowed discreet access to the restrooms. The desk'd door, the non-openable tall windows, the drop-ceiling, and that back hall - which way to go? What to do with Blockhead? If he went into the back hall quickly, he could get there before the mercs and get a new hiding spot for an ambush, but Blockhead wouldn't be able to move like that, even without daysickness...
Theodore ran to his closest weapons stash, the broom closet that was his usual changing room. He tossed Blockhead a semi-auto.
Theodore-
"Damn them! Blockhead, get in there-- But first--"
He took a broadsword and a grenade he'd left on the bottom shelf.
Theodore-
"Good luck my man."
Blockhead-
"Ayup."
Blockhead grumbled and shuffled into the closet. Theo pushed another desk against the closet door, and hopped up to climb through a loose ceiling tile. Everything felt like moving through water; he was best at resisting the effects of daysickness with low-key, measured movements like a country club outing. But just the same, he got into the drop ceiling and closed the tile behind him without trouble.
He knew Santi wasn't far away in another room on this floor, and if the enemy had sense, they were securing the other rooms even as they devoted their main group to this one. Should he try to get to Santi, or focus on fighting these brigands? He heard them moving into the back hall more clearly, as there was no division between the hall and office through the ceiling.
Theodore crawled toward the hall, Santi needed help-- some kind of warning. Hopefully he'd hear this... He peeked through the tile, calculated the grenade's trajectory and waited for the mercs to hit his trip wire. With helmets and caps on, they didn't see the vampire lurking above. They hit the wire.
The fire alarm went off, filling the floor with a loud irritating buzz, and he tossed the grenade. Before it even landed amid the men, he slid the flimsy drop tile back into place and went for his next goal. Behind him he heard the explosion like someone firing a bucket of nails out of a cannon, and men shouting and hustling.
Theo crawled toward Santi's office, listening to between the blares of the alarm for the troop movements below. Over the main hall, he heard two women's voices but couldn't make them out, as well as a man.
Theodore-
Women warriors? What modern times we live in.
He cracked the tile to peer through, seeing a short young woman with big eyes and fancy hair, big broadsword on her shoulder, talking to a broadly built, taller woman with pink hair and an assault rifle. The man was another of the mercenary types and quickly moved along, but the shorty noticed Theo.
Döllinger-
"He lurks above!"
They started to spring into action.
Theo threw the tile at gun girl, and rolled away, fast as he could to Santi's office. The sound of machinegun fire was booming, but fortunately not quite deafening for him. He was over Santi's office, and heard men's voices from below, amid all the other ruckus.
Man One-
"I'll call it!"
Man Two-
"No! The shit is on, take no chances. Check the closet, I'll check the desks."
Theo thoughts-
No! Damn it all...!
He leapt from the ceiling tiles, swinging his sword. He beheaded the guy that was going for the desks in one stroke, the man's body for the moment still standing with assault rifle in hands. Past that body he saw the other beginning to turn around. He threw the sword at the turning man and snatched the gun out of the headless man's hands. The sword hit the other man, giving him pause, but seemed to cause no injury - clattering against his armor and gear. But now, Theo had a gun.
Bata Bata Bata-- boy these modern firearms are noisy!
Man One -
"ARRGH!"
As the man went down, Theo saw the door starting to open. He ducked low, and flattened against the wall, ready to fire if the incomers didn't seem Santi-ish. The pink haired woman leapt into the room low, someone else came in high. She was already whipping her rifle toward Theo when he opened fire. Bata bata. Her chin crumpled, two more holes ripped in her shirt, and flesh and blood spewed behind her.
But the person that came in high - he saw a flash of fancy hair - had gotten to a different part of the room fast enough to not be part of that takedown, and had a huge handgun pointed straight at him as she neared the opposite wall. The first booming shot missed, the second scratched his shoulder. Tss!
Döllinger-
"THOU BUSTER!"
Bah! A duel to the death with firearms was so dull! He winced at his injured shoulder, and scattered a few shots her way, taking cover behind a bullet-scarred copier. Her bullets also fell astray as he got into motion, and she was on the far side of the desk from him. She stopped shooting for a moment.
Döllinger-
"VILLAIN! Your ally shall be taken down street style, for this his treachery has earned! But wouldst thou like to throw down with honor? I noticed your sword, and would let you take it up."
Theodore raised an eyebrow and peeked over the copier.
Theodore-
"I say! Do you challenge me honestly, or is this a ploy?"
Döllinger-
"I'll make it official."
A guy ran into the room with a gun up and she shot him in the head. He went down hard slumped over pink-hair remains. The lady worked a radio.
Döllinger-
"Everyone stay out of the room on the left! I have him!"
Theo raised the other eyebrow, and lowered his gun to the floor.
Theodore-
"Fair enough. Put down your arms, and tell me, who challenges me?"
He saw her handgun slide out onto the floor between them and a sword blade rising behind the desk in its place.
Döllinger-
"Döllinger of the Dallmann lineage. Drop your gat and retrieve thy blade."
His broadsword lie tangled and blood spattered on the body of the last man he shot. Oh it would be so easy to open fire on her now, but honor was honor after all! He shook the blood off the sword, and readied himself for any flying swords or other trickery.
Theodore-
"I accept your challenge."
Döllinger-
"Straight up."
He heard more gunfire and shouts from elsewhere. Santi must have gotten out of the room. But what then? She rose from table, blade pointed toward him as she walked out to the center of the room. She was aggravatingly slow as the action elsewhere cried out for his attention.
Döllinger-
"How should we start? Three paces with blades fully
pointed away? Grauischer rules? Bonnisch? Penolitano?"
Grrrrr, damn this honor! He took in the layout of the room. Well, a challenge was a challenge, but...
Theodore-
"Oh bloody hell."
He kicked a rolling chair at her and ran for the door.
"Let's reschedule!"
Döllinger-
"BUSTER-ASS TRIIICK!"
As he came into the hall, he was immediately shot at. Not even a second to think, the only way out was back the way he came or through a door ahead - but it was the door he'd blocked from within using a desk. Maybe they'd taken the desk away while clearing the room, maybe not, and if not, he would definitely get shot down here.
Damn damn damn! Could he take a chance? Did he have a choice? He jump-kicked the door with a bellow of panicked rage. It flew open on a room with one guy. He had a gun nearly at the ready, but must not have seen this coming. Theo just might be able to reach him in time with the sword...
...Later in a burning room, furniture upended, shrapnel peppering the environment at random, Demetri and Theodore looked at each other from across the room - Demy's dark shades limned in orange from the flames, Theo's purloined mirror shades reflecting the scene more fully. Demetri opened his hand, dropping the SMG with sass.
Demetri-
"I'm out. But then, you prefer archaic combat, don't you? The axe for Dragomir?"
Theodore shook the blood off his broadsword and raised his chin.
Theodore-
"Ah, Dragomir's distant second-in-command, I presume. Is he worth all this?"
Demetri shook his head slow as he stepped over a flaming office chair and walked toward his foe.
Demetri-
"Social order. You're like a peasant rebellion piling heads
in the street. I'd fight that, whatever my opinion of a king."
Theodore-
"Ha, then fight this peasant and we'll see where your head winds up."
Theodore raised his sword, but waited for his opponent to find a weapon.
Demy grabbed a flimsy 4 foot strip of sheet metal off the edge of a cubicle
and bent it in half, and kept coming closer, turning it end over end in his hands.
Demetri-
"Ready?"
Theodore-
"En garde and all that."
He feinted, to test his opponent's skill. Demy only moved slightly
into the feint, having the speed to adjust to any real attack. He
whipped the metal around and swiped it at Theo's head.
Demetri-
"You have our attention. Anything to say?"
Theodore hopped back, bouncing on his heels excitedly.
Theodore-
"I know it can be hard for the elderly to adjust,
but you'll see how much better things will be in time."
Demetri-
"You think yourself a savior of the youth?"
There was an edge of bitterness in his voice now. He whipped
the metal around trying to snag Theo's blade. Theodore
laughed incredulously, and easily blocked Demetri's attacks.
Theodore-
"Well, yes...! Look at all these new children, would
you have them locked into eternal servitude? And why?"
Demetri-
"And when you can't free them with swords you free them with fire?"
Theo could tell Demy was pacing himself, waiting for an opening to do something more serious.
Theodore-
"I have no idea what you're talking about, but it's
not my fault they were put in a dangerous position."
He hopped around with a dopey smile, blocking Demetri's attacks
and calling out the moves. Demy decided to pull a serious
move and wrapped the metal around Theo's sword.
Demetri-
"Like hell!"
Theodore jerked at his sword, the dopey smile fading.
Theodore-
"Yes, yes, I suppose this is a serious duel..."
Demy wrested the sword from his grasp, losing his
twisted metal in the process, and resorted to a kung fu kick.
Demetri-
"For Jack!"
The sword clattered several feet away, and Theodore spun
on his heels a bit, almost losing his footing. He blocked
Demetri's blows by hand, inching his way back to his weapon.
Theodore-
"Who-- oh, the child, yes, that was an unfortunate accident..."
Demy saw Theo going for the sword and opted for a flying tackle.
Demetri-
"Accident?!"
He knocked Theodore prone, cool mirrored shades flying. Theodore struggled to get out of his grasp.
Theodore-
"Yes! I didn't know the damned place was so flammable! Shoddy construction, I tell you."
Demetri-
"Madman! Maniac!"
Demetri busted some cutting edge grappling moves with the aim of getting
Theo to arms length for more dislocation- & fracture-styled attacks.
Theodore-
"Uf-- I don't-- deny it-- I suppose...!"
He twisted away from Demetri, but was fairly weak when it came to hand-to-hand strength.
Theodore-
"They will be-- ugh-- their own undoing. Freedom will..."
Demetri-
"Shut up!"
Demetri was sloppy in his rage and Theo did manage to get into a better position - tho still snagged. They heard a clatter from elsewhere, something other than just the building falling apart. Theodore gathered his strength and tried to shove Demetri away, maybe Santi needed help.
Demetri came loose, and must have seen the strategic value of knowing what's up, because he didn't immediately attack Theo. He jumped back, assuming a wary stance. The two both saw someone fall out of the drop ceiling and behind a cubicle. Theodore bolted to his feet and ran that way.
Demy was ready, tripped Theo and thwacked him with a knife hand to the chest as he went down.
Demetri-
"One of yours or one of mine? Place a bet?"
Theodore-
"Uf! Damn you...!"
If only he could get to the weapons cache-- just beyond in the utility closet. He rolled away from Demetri's attack and clutched his chest, straining to hear what was behind the cubicle. Demy did a huge leaping axe kick, not affording a quiet second for Theo's ears as he had to roll away again.
How infuriating! Theo took the chance while Demetri recovered from the kick to crawl to his feet. Something inside his chest crunched as he stood. Ugh, bones were so easily broken in the day.
As Theo turned to face Demy and Demy spun to do the same, somebody popped up from behind the cubicle wall. They mystery guest checked in - Santi with a nine. POP! Demetri fell forward, inert.
Santi-
"They still have some guys up and I'm not sure
if Trevor is flambé at the moment, we need to go."
Theodore grinned broadly and embraced him.
Theodore-
"Oh thank goodness... I don't know what I-- Yes, let's go."
Santi-
"Mm... Uh."
Santi didn't expect the embrace and was just a wee bit
weirded out, but the demands of the moment came back.
Santi-
"I stashed Trevor in the ceiling over the one office. Let's go..."
Moments later, Döllinger came in a rush, found Demetri, and added
his body to the total amount of corpses she was carrying.
Only vampires get out alive...