[ Perhaps it is because Spock is the one with the weapon, or perhaps it is solely because he is himself — but even as "Roger" incapacitates and kills any vampires who near them, more and more gather around Spock. The older vampires hang back, watching. Waiting for the throng to overwhelm — and it does. Spock goes down, buried in a pile of bodies, half of them dead or dying even as he falls to his knees, sword run through the crush.
There is not enough room to maneuver. There is not enough room to flee. There is not enough room to do anything, and Spock snarls, goes for a throat with his teeth when he has nothing else. An older vampire grins and starts toward him, reaching through flailing limbs, long claws aimed unerringly for Spock's head. ]
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There is not enough room to maneuver. There is not enough room to flee. There is not enough room to do anything, and Spock snarls, goes for a throat with his teeth when he has nothing else. An older vampire grins and starts toward him, reaching through flailing limbs, long claws aimed unerringly for Spock's head. ]