Dozens of bodies rolled across the floor, some dead, others deformed. Alexei and Nikolai stood back to back while panting, blood coating their claws and faces. The situation looked grim, exhaustion and frustration setting in as the human members of the SSS joined forces with the Nosferatu.
"Nikolai... what should we do?"
"Fuck knows!"
Nikolai's chest hurt—the bullets used weren't able to affect him to the same degree, but it still took several minutes for him to recover from the effects. His eyes narrowed, watching for any movements as their situation became a stalemate.
The Nosferatu heir sat with a scrunched-up face.
Despite most of the Alliance Members who remained to fight being wounded or dead now, the fact Nikolai and Alexei resisted seemed to piss him off.
