Damian loomed over Leywin, his blade raised, blood dripping from its edge, a manic grin splitting his face. Leywin groaned, clutching his broken arm, his voice a raw, pained rasp, body crumpled in the mud. Damian's laugh was sharp, his hand tightening on the blade. "Time to join Luca," he sneered, voice dripping with malice, arm swinging down.
Vlad moved like lightning, his claws glinting as he tackled Damian, shoulder slamming into chest with a dull thud. The impact sent Damian sprawling, blade flying from hand, clattering away. Vlad's boots skidded, his body towering over Damian, eyes blazing red, claws flexing. "Not today," he growled, voice low, grabbing Leywin's good arm, yanking him back, away from danger. Leywin groaned again, stumbling, his face twisted in pain, but safe.