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The station rose before her as she approached the building, glancing idly at the people ambling to and fro from the train to the building like clockwork. Her eyes were absent and distracted as she bought her ticket, but when the train's whistle sounded, Leifang snapped out of her daze. She had a mission to do. She sighed and deflated when she realized the train wouldn't even take her all the way to Wormwood; she would have to walk most of the way after stopping at some remote station. Straightening up slightly, she boarded the train, snagging an apple off the trolley as it rolled on by one of the compartments. She turned the fruit over in her hand, inspecting for any bad spots before biting into the delicious red apple. The kakurenbo slid into her seat and leaned against the window, gazing at the station as it slowly disappeared behind her.

[exit to Wormwood]

Not long after the sickly green mist had risen and the hideous plague warriors had began their assault, there could be a shadow seen running along the streetways. His leather covered feet moving so fast as to almost make him a blur, he saw the monsters for the first time. It would of course be suicide for him to rush at the front of the horde, he'd be killed on sight. That was when he noticed a group of guards fighting some of the plague monsters. He ran at the group of monsters from their left flank and swung his warhammer in a looping overhead arc, hoping the collosal hunk of metal would catch a plague fighter offguard and brain him. After the looping overjead arc he did a second swing consecutively, adding energy into it. The second swing was so fast, it wouldn't have been noticeable.
[double slash used]

Sama'el smirked for a moment before he twirled his hammer with his fingers intricately. He saw the plague soldier discard his weapon and his cold blank gaze shifted slightly. "That was the first mistake of this fight you made, and it'll be the last mistake of your life." he said before taking a step forward and swinging a sideways blow towards the monster's left rib. He would then swing his hammer again, straight towards the soldier's skull. Since a hammer is all crushing power and no cutting power, Sama'el couldn't see a way for the plague soldier to block. If he blocked with his arms and hands, they would be crushed by the hammer.

As he crushed the warrior's arm, causing blood that reaked of plage and rot the ancient vampire's eyes remained oddly calm, the bloodred orbsnot widening or squinting one bit. He then noticed the two plague warriors moving in from his flanks, and moved forward, avoiding being stabbed and sending a looping arc at the soldier with the missing arm's head. He then turned to face his adversaries. He shook his long ravenblack hair from his eyes and adjusted his grip on his hammer, which was now slightly slippery from the black and smelly blood on the handle. His normally glorious gold hammer was now blackened with plague blood. Fighting made the vampires mind run fast, and his adrenaline was making a dull thud in his ears. This was what every warrior lived for, the thrill of battle. It was just a shame that he couldn't drink any of the blood flying around him. He was rather thirsty, but he could guess that by the color of the blood and the fetid, rotting stench coming from it that drinking any of the plague warrior's blood was the quickest way for him to die on this battlefield.

 x"I shall wield the blade of darkness,

As the plague warrior fumbled for his gun, Sama'el saw his chance. He masterfully grabbed the iron spear on his back by the haft with his left gloved hand and threw it directly at the one searching for it's gun. He then parried the right warrior's sword to the left with his right hand, spinning to his now right and unguarded side before making a powerful sideways hack at it's ribs, and avoiding the other warrior's strike altogether. While the plague warriors might've done fine against humans, they had no idea what they were getting into the moment they had decided to attack a vampire. They were outclassed in both speed and strength, along with reflexes. If both of his attacks succeeded, he would only need to contend with one warrior. And Sama'el was positive of what a one on one duel with a minor plague warrior's outcome would be.