Zendedari retaliated without conscious thought, raking his own talons down the vampire's face.
Randolf screamed with pain, a cry of fear and hatred. But Zendedari kept at him, whirling in and out of visibility, inflicting lacerations across the vampire's chest to drain him of his strength.
He kept his mind firmly from Caitlin. He could not think she was in danger, that this savage fight could somehow affect her. The joy in him increased until his mind and body were alive with power.
The vampire fell back under his onslaught. With one last desperate attempt to turn the battle in his favor, Randolf disappeared, fled to the tree line, calling on the sky to do his bidding.
