It wasn't long before a furious Lars stormed out of the bunker and right into the middle of a battle between Anders and Frederik. They were going at it without a word, and their movements were a little strange, but Lars was far too angry to notice any of that right now.
Or, for that matter, any of the other strange things there. Like the blackened corps lying just a few feet away, or the fact that the other vampires all stared at the fighting with lifeless gazes.
"That's it!" he roared as he grabbed towards Anders. "I don't care who started this fight, I've had more than enough of your crap, Anders! Let's see how much trouble you make as a mindless ghoul!"
Only after grabbing Anders by his throat and looking into the man's dazed, empty eyes, did he realize something was wrong with him. Anders wasn't even struggling against his grip. "What's wrong with you? You half asleep, or what?" he frowned, while shaking the vampire in the air.