A Vam-Pyre...

Triss points her hands at the vampire while shouting "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!", causing the vampire's clothes to suddenly ignite and teh subsequent flames to quickly grow in intensity.

"ARRGGHHHRRAAAAA!" they scream in pain, trying to remove their clothes but being unable to due to the huge claws extending from its hands.

Stryrdan takes the opportunity to lunges forwards, burying his sword in the gut of the burning creature and twisting it. He pulls it out and chops at their arm, cutting all the way to the bone and getting stuck within it... He lets go of the sword and kicks the vampire, sending them to the floor as the roll around in agony...

Hjalmar fends off the other vampire's attacks but finds himself quickly being overwhelmed by its strength and speed... "Hrgghh!" he groans as he's backhanded and spent spinning across the room.

Crach's focus follows Hjalmar and is unprepared for the vampire to suddenly pounce at him...

*CUT!*

The vampires claw flies off as it falls to the ground after its failed pounce, Roche recovering his balance after someone managing to cut its claw off...

Roche "Had enough!?!" he taunts as the vampire pushes itself away and gets up, looking down at its missing hand with a scowl.

"You're arrogant mortals, just this strong and yet you dare challenge me!?!" he roars, his flesh beginning to bubble and expand, blood splattering everywhere as new limbs explode from its back.

The vampire that'd been burning was going through a similar transformation, their faces mutating from their beastlike appearance into fleshy animal-like maws with vicious teeth protruding from them.

Roche backs up, "Oh, fuck!" he mutters before glancing at everyone else, "RUN, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" he roars.

Hjalmar limps over, having injured his leg after getting slammed against the wall, his sword still pointing at the enemies. "You lot, go, I'll hold 'em off!"

Crach frowns at him, giving him a kick in the ass towards the door, "You damn fool, just run!"

Triss produces a wall of fire between the group and the two mutating vampires, temporarily blocking them from view .

The door is kicked in and Ves runs in, "Roche! We're under attac-"

Roche "We fucking know Ves! Run!" he shouts as they all leg it down the hallway of the keep, just as the vampire's finish transforming.

"YOU WON'T ESCAPE! WE ARE YOUR NEW GODS!" one shouts as it runs through the wall of fire and tries to squeeze through the doorway they'd all run through, to no avail.

Ves "The whole of Ard Carraigh is under siege!" she shouts as they run.

Roche "Are our soldiers fighting them off!?" he quickly asks, dodging out of the way as a a man falls through a door into a hallway, a woman atop him sucking his blood out.

Ves "The bells allowed us to mount a defence, but most positions were instantly wiped out last I saw!"

Crach "Looks like we're up shit-creek if the soldiers failed to push those freaks back! What do we even do in this position!?!" he questions, not knowing any real way for them to defend or even flee the city.

Triss "Ves, has Zoltan and the others left the city yet?" she quickly asks, realising that only overbeating power could possibly survive against these creatures of the night.

Ves nods, "They're leaving tomorrow, what's your plan?"

Triss "I think the best place to try and defend would be the Auction House, I don't believe Reima wouldn't give it defences!" she quickly says.

Roche "Then, let's make our way there... Hopefully we can get through the streets in one piece!"

The group exit onto the second-floor balcony that looks down on a large hall, with stairs leading down into it. The stairs are covered in blood and screams of pain and terror were prominent, causing everyone to be on edge...

Triss tosses a blue flame through the relatively dark room, illuminating it and revealing a woman being impaled by seemingly nothing, her body being held off of the floor as he body appears to hang on some invisible object, blood dripping down from her lethal wound.

Tankred "What on gods earth is that!" he exclaims, accidentally alerting whatever invisible creature was down there.

Stryrdan "My liege, stay quiet until we get you to safety!" he asks, preparing to defend Tankred from whatever was making that strange noise...

*Clack, Clack, Clack*

It sounds like large heavy clawed feet hitting the stone floor with every step, not to mention the sound deep sound that's reminiscent of a cat's purring, if said cat was huge and about to try and eat them...

Ves "It's invisible, how're we supposed to fight such a thing..."

Triss "Leave it to me." she says, quickly chanting a spell and spraying fire in a wide arc, the napalm-like substance sticking to the creature and revealing it's 8ft sillouet...

It gives an ungodly squeal and he thrashes around, the flames blocking its vision as Hjalmar quickly limps down the stairs and confronts it to try and take advantage of it's apparently blindness, not taking into account it's incredible hearing...

The creature swings at Hjalmar's vague direction, his loud footsteps giving away his location, forcing him to dive away to avoid the attack.

Ves takes the bow off of her back and lines up the shot, the *twang* of the bow not alerting the creature as an arrow flies towards it, it penetrates the beast's shoulder but doesn't seem to do all that much damage... Only managing to enrage it.

Roche and Crach reach the bottom of the stairs and surround the creature, stamping on the floor to draw its attention while the other strikes it in the back... They do this a couple times, and receive a few light wounds for their troubles, but eventually wear down the creature enough to where it's unable to maintain its invisibility...