Blowing Some Steam

The group of men in black looked at each other as they noticed two things: a general uptick in the voice of Park as soon as he saw the individual, and the fastening of his heartbeat.

These were signs to them that Park had complete trust in the individual.

“Who’s he, is he on the list?” One of them asked.

“No.” Another sniffed the air. “And he doesn’t seem to be one of them. Just focus on the target.”

One of the vampires quickly knocked two hands away that were filled with brass knuckles; when knocking them away, the attackers’ hands were mangled as the bones in his forearms had broken.

“ARGHHH!” The man shouted, screaming in pain.

The vampire then swirled both its arms around in the air, and red aura had started to gather in the air, like a floating circle. It was in the middle of doing something before it felt it being taken out by its side.