#Chapter 56 Protect the cart and kill them all

Blade’s shoulders slumped with helplessness and grief. He knew Jake for a long time. He’d been a strong man and a skilled warrior. Few could cross paths with him and manage to do so much damage. His gasping words echoed through Blade’s mind. Vampire, he’d gasped, choking on his blood as he collapsed in the foyer. D-Droves of them. Sharp Armor. Help! He didn’t know how much was left of Sharp Armor to save given Jake’s state when he arrived. It didn’t seem that Jake had been bitten, but the jagged gashed through his chest spoke to the danger they faced. It had been at least two decades since any werewolf had faced a vampire. From what he remembered of the stories, it was a lot different than facing a rogue. Would Arthur’s strength be enough for them to come out victorious? Would any of their strength be enough? “He’s gone,” Blade said softly, pulling his bloody hands away from the man’s body before crossing the man’s arms over his chest gently with a little murmur of a praye