A body sliced through the orange water, thick, scaly, and crowned with a long ridged fin. Its coils kept going and going, sliding and bulging under the surface. George looked at Lord Robart. “One hour, Marshal. We will postpone formal introductions until your return.” The vampire raised his head. If he stepped into that water, his armor would be too heavy. He would be too slow. He would drown. To go into that water at all was suicide. Lord Robart bared his fangs. They wore their armor as if it were their second skin. He would never… Lord Robart unsheathed a short, brutal axe and clasped the
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well ... at least it has shallows to retreat to
