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A massive castle, filled with vampires. She isn't sure she can trust her allies when the chips are down, given that they won't even lay off of each other. But somehow, she has managed to find a trace of magic, the hammer homing in on it.
Its difficult, hard to keep focusing, but Sarah is pretty sure it'll lead her to Stephen Strange. And maybe from there he can help figure out how to light the queen's darkness.

Given that the map just takes her past countless vampires, she ignores it, and takes the quick route. Through walls, through floors, through locked doors, all in a straight line from their entry point towards the source of magic. However sturdy this place is, she's a powerhouse by almost any standard, and is equipped with the best damned door opener ever enchanted.

Its just as handy should anyone decide to come between her and the prisoner.

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The gunfire is not meant to harm, once it's evident that she has a level of invulnerability. More to distract, affect the senses... and aid her opponent in vanishing into the shadows and dusty debris caused by their crashing through the floors.

With the quickness of a jungle cat, agumented by the speed of the inhuman vampire he most likely is, three bounds later, he's using her charge against her, trying to leap on her back and jab that energy dagger right into her eye...

Sarah quickly loses track of the Panther in the shadows, the gunfire doing its job admirably. Only her own well trained reflexes save her from losing an eye - fortunate, since her regenerative capabilities, while decent, probably wouldn't replace a lost eye.
Her head jerks to the side, and the knife leaves a long, shallow cut along her cheek.
She flings an elbow backwards, trying for a quicker, more subtle strike this time, trying to catch her foe off guard.

The use of strength and desperate force was expected, but the quickness of the blow does its job, hitting him at an awkward angle, with enough power to wrench him backwards a bit - the 'woulf' is audible...

That's all she needed, a moment when her foe was off balance, taking the moment to slam herself back into the wall, trying to do so before he recovers.

He doesn't manage to get away this time - he only lessens the impact, keeping himself from being crushed.

In a more desperate maneuver, the claws come at her face again - going for both of the eyes...

After this, she's going to be really thankful she does heal scars pretty handily, because she's going to have a few.
She shuts her eyes tight, but ends up with neat claw lines over her forehead and cheeks, shallow, but enough to leave her face a bloody mess.

She keeps pressing back to keep him pinned, alternately driving one elbow back into his exposed stomach and ribs, if he's going to keep his arms up to claw, and swinging back with the edge of the shield with the other arm.

Its awkward, but strong as she is, it ought to do something, even to a Vibranium armored vampire.

The crack is audible, and the chest caving in, she'll feel.

The rasp is instant in his breath, and his hands seize up and shake...

She winces inwardly. She didn't mean to kill him, not really. After all the time fighting soulless robots, she's not used to holding back. Anything less than full strength was never enough.
She tries telling herself that its a vampire, already dead, maybe she's doing his spirit a favor. It doesn't help.
She does manage to choke the self-doubt long enough to play it tough, turning to the people with guns as she lets Panther drop. "Someone volunteering to be next?"

The firing stops entirely.

The scattering of the cloaked soldiers below is silent.

The body is heavy and lifeless as it falls down... down to the lowest floor. Cracking even more, lying alone in the dark.

She feels sick for a moment. Even if it was a vampire, this is someone she grew up hearing stories of, about what a great hero he was.

Its actually that last thought that helps her choke it back and get moving again. This is what the Panther would have wanted, before he died for the first time here.

She lifts off, and heads for Strange again, just what they all need to save more lives.

The air wavers and rips, one gray claw peeling a hole in the very walls of reality to allow a dark clad body to shuffle out into the dim light. He gazes a long moment at the rubble of stone and wood. The vampire steps carefully around both to pick his way toward the center and finally settle into a deliberate crouched pose.

One razor talon pokes the body swathed in black lying immobile upon the debris. Emplate waits for confirmation that his senses grant. He peels back the black cowl, revealing lifeless brown eyes upon a formerly regal face. A single gray hand descends with sharp rows of teeth straining outward from the center. Orange eyes glow in heated hunger as he begins to siphon the marrow from the corpse.

He'll catch up to the girl soon enough, he reasons. Even scavengers have their role to play in the food chain.

Sarah forges on, paying little attention to what lies behind her, just homing in on where the hammer tells her Strange is, hoping she's in time.

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