But if breaking its arm slowed it down at all, he couldn't tell—it thrashed wildly with its free limb instead and landed another brutal strike directly against his collarbone that sent him staggering back several paces again.
They ended up facing each other from opposite sides of what used to be a dense patch of undergrowth now flattened beneath their clash.
Neither had gained much ground yet—but neither looked ready or willing to stop either.
Eugene's body moved on instinct, reacting to the vampire's every strike like it had been trained for this exact moment.
But that wasn't possible.