Rhett jolted his eyes open, swerving his body to the side as his eyes met with that of the vampire. Its red eyes gleamed in the darkness, its fangs bared ferociously at him. He held his gun tightly beside him, and just when the creature was barely a foot away he brought it out.
With a bang, the silver bullet went right through the vampire's head, causing it to screech in pain. But eventually, it fell with a thud, shaking violently on the ground before dissolving into ash.
Rhett's face was emotionless as he kept aside his gun, drawing out his sword instead. He needed to save his bullets.
With a leap, he shot himself several feet into the air, before landing on top of a female vampire who was about to claw at an unsuspecting enlister.
The enlister was an elf, struggling to stay alive under all the chaos. The vampire clawed and snarled violently underneath Rhett.