"If its just the one golem, surrounding them and taking turns to attack it from all sides could work. Fighting more than one target at a time is not as easy as what drunks in bars like to claim. I have...had some experience as a soldier. I suppose I can face it while the rest of you strike at its sides. As for the blood, I don't feel particularly 'thirsty' at the moment. I say we 'save' it for the moment and th-"
Catherine pursed her lips as she considered. There was no such thing as a free lunch, she knew. Even the Church's charity could be seen as part of its information gathering network and a way to ingratiate itself to the townspeople. Doubly so when it came to Unholy Power, it all has a price. A Vampire relied on blood to move and act and
live, and the lot of them had just been drained to death. She couldn't imagine they were 'full', even if they weren't starving.
"In practical terms, how would you expect to drink it while engaged with that thing? We'd have to try to break off, unless you've figured out how to call blood to enter your mouth on its own."
"HO FRIENDS! it seems the smell of the sewers has taken a liking to you both! Did you catch a glimpse of what approaches us?"
While perhaps a foolish notion, when Catherine saw the pair rushing past she hadn't expected Matthias to let out yet another ear-splitting bellow. To her credit, she managed to merely cringe in discomfort for a moment rather than clutch her ears, warily watching the newest two monsters.
Well, fuck it. Subtlety had never been her bit, no sense trying to force it now. "Well, wherever they're headed, we probably want to know." She turned her heels towards the two, and began to walk purposefully towards them.
The brutish woman probably wasn't the most adept diplomat, but even if she offended the pair, it seemed unlikely to come to blows. They were outnumbered 2-1, after all, so unless either of the frankly rather scrawny seeming pair was in actuality a skilled Elementalist or something the odds were in their favor.
"I'm good enough in a fight, and I'd reckon Miriette'd be useful even if she weren't turned." Hugo punctuated the statement by twirling his dagger about through the air, but his self-assurance failed him yet again and he admitted, "Don't know if this'll be more useful than just tearing at the thing, to be honest."
Turning to Hugo, Catherine spoke up.
"There have been many cases of Vampires, and even Hunters, using relatively mundane weapons for much the same reasons most folk would. Its not like every newborn Vampire knows how to forge dark, Unholy artifacts out of the souls of the innocent after all."
She didn't know if a dagger would be
enough, particularly against what could be a specially designed war-machine meant to assail the Church in Seafang, but it was probably better than nothing.
Turning to look the way the sounds were coming from, Catherine has another thought, looking at the stone that surrounds them.
"If any of us could use battle-worthy Elemental Magic, it would certainly be a boon. In particular, if we could raise the stone here to slow it down, or maybe even trap it..."
"I'm afraid not," he answered the loud man as he reached a distance where they wouldn't have to shout and draw even more attention. "But it's big, and from everything else down here, I can't imagine it's friendly."
As he spoke, he took in the unhealthy palor of the others standing with the loud man. They were like him and Oliver... just how many people had died down here for the statistics to add up to this many risen?
Turning back to the new arrivals, Catherine attempts a friendly smile. Its perhaps a bit too much of a grimace, but she tries.
"Whether we try to run or try to fight, we'll have better odds together. Six of us is a considerable force, after all."
She had a sinking feeling that, when it came down to it, they would likely have to destroy the approaching golem. Even if they found an exit to the surface, her sense of time had been obliterated by fading in and out of consciousness, terror, and death, all here in the lightless depths of the earth. They might very well open the gate outside to a shining morning sun, and be faced with the golem behind and burning death before.
