"Brother, there is a hole in your wing"
"I know, went left when I should have gone right, little things like that…" said hole left in the bat-like wing of Vespertillo closed off on its own mere moments later.
"Healing so quickly from sun burns, I must admit, I never imagined I would see the time when we vampires would be so unfazed by our bane" the twin gravelords nodded their heads, the mountain they had been fighting moments prior was torn asunder, both currently falling down alongside rubbles, their cloaks moving chaotically in the winds, the miniature sun moving through the air in most unpredictable manners, firing beams of light as it went.
The goggles nestled against Atsalinopalo's eyes reflected this festival of a lightshow, the skins of both of the vampire lords tingled, bits of steam subtly rising off from their bodies, looking around curiously.