[ It doesn't seem like anyone's inclined to listen. Or that anyone thinks he's funny, since the vampires only growl and try to go in for the kill. There's a lot of slavering going on. Real growly animalistic hours all up in here, and in the background, the wet thuds of bodies as Spock kicks them out of his way.
Despite what he'd said to "Roger," he sees the predicament his erstwhile ally is in and feels a sharp bolt of alarm. Logically, he should utilize the distraction to attack the vampires circling "Roger." He should leave "Roger" to weather the attack on his own; even with the distraction, there is no guarantee Spock will be able to take out any meaningful number of the truly dangerous enemies they face. His mind flicks through the battle, calm falling over him as he takes it in, understands what he should do—
He does not do it.
A body slams through the air, knocking aside the circled vampires as Spock clears a path for himself towards "Roger." His sword flashes, hamstringing, stinging at whatever other weak points he can. It is only enough to give him room to throw himself towards "Roger," offering his own back to intercept one of the clawed hands aimed for "Roger's" vitals.
He does not know if he will make it time. He does not know if "Roger" will react to avoid the claws entirely, if this is even a necessary action. But he cannot leave "Roger" to this danger, even if he will take the blow instead. ]
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Despite what he'd said to "Roger," he sees the predicament his erstwhile ally is in and feels a sharp bolt of alarm. Logically, he should utilize the distraction to attack the vampires circling "Roger." He should leave "Roger" to weather the attack on his own; even with the distraction, there is no guarantee Spock will be able to take out any meaningful number of the truly dangerous enemies they face. His mind flicks through the battle, calm falling over him as he takes it in, understands what he should do—
He does not do it.
A body slams through the air, knocking aside the circled vampires as Spock clears a path for himself towards "Roger." His sword flashes, hamstringing, stinging at whatever other weak points he can. It is only enough to give him room to throw himself towards "Roger," offering his own back to intercept one of the clawed hands aimed for "Roger's" vitals.
He does not know if he will make it time. He does not know if "Roger" will react to avoid the claws entirely, if this is even a necessary action. But he cannot leave "Roger" to this danger, even if he will take the blow instead. ]