The ground was painted in their blood. Their faces were dripping with blood through their noses and mouth. Blood dripped heavily from their chests. They fell to their knees and on all fours. They coughed it up as their cocooned hearts fell before them.
They rose and the psychic took them via
"I think it works to be a fool, don't you think? Foes like you are so easy to take down. I'm rather disappointed." The psychic spoke casually.
As if responding to his mockery, the vampires raised their hands. The blood of the cocooned hearts glowed. One of the vampire women gathered her blood and formed spears. She blasted them at the psychic with a roar.
The mage blocked and destroyed most of them. But one shot past him and hit one of the hearts down. The psychic noticed the danger at once. Without hesitation, he scattered the other three hearts out across the arena. They were blasted in three of the four cardinal directions.
