[ Only "Roger's" hold keeps Spock on his feet; his chest is a mass of thick, burning agony. When he heaves in a breath it rattles wetly. Spock sways as he tries to answer and ends up with a mouthful of blood.
The other vampires hardly need to regroup. They can practically smell the victory, and already, they reach for the two intruders, aiming claws at weakpoints, aiming to rip and tear and cut off any escape.
Blood trickles from Spock's mouth. He spits, but there is only more. Words are beyond him at the moment. All he can manage is to give "Roger" a jerky nod — and hold out his sword, tilted toward "Roger" hilt first. The staggering, jilting step he takes proves that he is in no shape to use the weapon. ]
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The other vampires hardly need to regroup. They can practically smell the victory, and already, they reach for the two intruders, aiming claws at weakpoints, aiming to rip and tear and cut off any escape.
Blood trickles from Spock's mouth. He spits, but there is only more. Words are beyond him at the moment. All he can manage is to give "Roger" a jerky nod — and hold out his sword, tilted toward "Roger" hilt first. The staggering, jilting step he takes proves that he is in no shape to use the weapon. ]