Vandread: Origin (Three)
Yanking the goblet from the bowl, he realized a skeletal hand resided in the bowl, extending from the bottom and gripping the jeweled cup before breaking away.
What was that…? Victor questioned.
"Oh? You found it? Great!" Julius said with a relieved smile.
"Hold on…What was that?" Vandread cautiously questioned.
"Huh? Don't be so paranoid, it's–" Julius replied.
Though Vandread's instincts were vindicated the moment the chalice was freed from the skeletal grip, the robed corpses that sat still in the seats began moving, taking the youthful trio of adventurers by surprise.
"Gah–!" Vandread let out.
One of the robed skeletons gripped onto the injured, platinum-eyed adolescent, yanking him away from Julius' support.
"Shit!--Vandread!" Julius called out.
Though there was no opportunity to aid his comrade as the robed corpses swarmed Julius, forcing him to back up against a wall and begin swinging his blade.