The Danger's of Necromancy

The room became a mess, cracked walls, a broken table and couch. A streak of blood oozed from Nikolai's cheek from a thin cut. He gazed at the confident male from the Nosferatu clan, who only took action before he killed one of his clan members.

'This bastard is annoying me.'

Nikolai wanted to transform, but with such a small space, he would end up dragging Risa, Kumiko and even Ryan into the danger and harm them with his claws. The problem was that the leader knew this and used it to his advantage. 

"You seem strong, for a mutt. But why do you hold back for a few whores and a human?"

The vampire seemed completely baffled, touching his chin while leaning away from Risa's blade, the back of his hand snapping towards her face, which forced Nikolai to dart forward and take the blow with his forearm. 

"Ugh." A dull ache spread from the blow, a green bruise forming almost instantly.

This was another reason he couldn't react without care.