The three Vampires returned to the night, darkness washing over them, becoming figures and becoming lost. Carrie, Myer, Ruach, Jorgen, and Tracker approached the edge of the forest side by side, watching them go. Carrie was the first to break the silence.

“Jorgen- Are you hurt?!”

Jorgen pulled his arm up- Letting it fall to his side spoke, “I don’t think so, though my arm is funny… Did we win though?”

Tracker answered, “You know what, I think we did.”

Jorgen threw his good fist up in the air, “YEAH!”

Myer; tired, exasperated, overstimulated, still panting and catching his breath throws his head back and both hands in the air, “Oh thank you- Yes!”

Carrie used her axe to prop herself up, hollering into the air, “Let’s go!”

Ruach threw both hands in the air and howled.

Tracker set his hands on his hips and called into the night, “What a nice warmup for this little war we have!”