Flames danced all across the right side of Blythe’s body, from his torso to his face. Still, he needed to maintain focus. The arrow was less than an inch from his heart so the slightest mistake would leave him a pile of dust.
Lying flat on his back on the ground, he gripped the arrow tightly and pulled it slowly until it was out, the stone tip covered with his putrid black blood.
He rolled about and slapped the fire that had engulfed him out. His coat was ruined, the fabric singed beyond repair. The bubbling blisters on his face, on the other hand, disappeared quickly. The vampire was back to his handsome self again.
Blythe rose up and looked to the roof of the livery. There was Standing Eagle, drawing another arrow out of his quiver and preparing to take aim with his bow.
To his left and right were Crafty Fox and Screeching Owl, each with bows drawn. Fox sent an arrow sailing through the air until it entered the eye of a zombified Buchanan Boy, piercing its brain and dropping its carcass to the ground.
The vampire was packing a shiny nickel plated revolver. In a rare display of panic, he shot indiscriminately at the rooftop, waving his free hand to signal his zombie firing squad to join in.
Undeterred by the heavy fire coming at them, the trio jumped from the rooftop. Standing Eagle withdrew a tomahawk and swung it furiously, decapitating zombies left and right. He locked into a formation with Fox and Owl and together, they watch each others’ backs, slicing up all zombies that came their way.
Werewolves Taylor and Browning made a run at the intruders. Meanwhile, Wandering Snake and Charging Bobcat had other plans in store for Werewolf Miller.
Atop Townsend’s shop, Snake rapidly twirled a bola over his head. He let it loose and Miller’s paws became tangled in a web of rope and wooden balls, causing him to trip and face plant into the ground.
That gave Bobcat the chance to do what he did best – attack his prey. He jumped from the roof top, landed on Miller’s back and used his long knife to hack away at the beast’s back, only to be shocked as the wounds instantly healed.
Snake’s feet hit the ground. Calmly, he stuck his knife in the forehead of an attacking zombie, then used his staff fend off the undead as they circled him.
“Eagle!” Bobcat shouted as he stabbed away at Miller to no avail. “The dog monsters cannot be hurt!”
Eagle was preoccupied as he laid on the ground, holding open Browning’s jaws with his bare hands, desperately holding them back from chomping down on his face.
“I’ve noticed!” Eagle replied
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