"You will get down on the floor!" The guard commanded. His right hand hung at his side, the fingers bloody and bent at odd angles. He still looked capable of causing plenty of damage.
"And you will go to hell," Micah tossed back. With a loud snarl he threw himself at the guard and swung. His fist slammed into the guard's face with a loud crack and a spray of blood splattered both the vampires and the plaster wall.
Katelina pulled herself up and shuffled backwards like a crab. She could see the second guard in the corridor. He shouted into his radio, the words so fast she couldn't tell where one ended and another began.
Micah landed a second punch to his opponent's gut, but when he tried for a third, the guard deflected the blow and sent him flying. Micah tumbled backwards and landed on top of a stand. The spindly legs gave way and with a crash he fell to the floor, bits of broken lamp scattered around him.