There was a sudden quiet to the lively streets of New Orleans as Vivian stood there staring down five hunters. They were no ordinary hunters either, their eyes giving them away immediately.
“Everett, we will not win this fight,” Vivian cautioned in his ear.
“I think the odds are in our favor.”
“No, Everett, they are not,” cautioned Vivian. “These hunters are possessed, look at their eyes.”
“With magic?”
“Yes. They won’t stop until we are dead.”
“Well, then I guess we will have to stop them.”
“Everett, they have magic, on top of their skills as a hunter.”
“What do you suggest we do then?” He glanced down at her.
“I told you we needed to leave.”
“Well, we are clearly too late for that.”
“You don’t have some secret exit?” He cocked a smile, shaking his head. “Running is our only option, so I guess it’s a good thing you are fast.”
“Will they follow us?”
“Yes of course.”
“Then we need to end this now. Stay here.”