Raphael HP: 91

To Hit: 6 (miss)

The woman fell to her knees, panting and obviously in shock. Raphael grinned in triumph as he watched the bitch's ruined tit-meat fall away from her body and land in the pool of blood forming in front of her.

He strode towards her, ready to feed on her tortured soul. Planting his blade in the ground beside him he reached out with his right hand and grabbed her forhead in the palm of his hand, his long fingernails digging into the side of her skull. He summoned his vampiric strength and begin the process of pulling her soul from her body.

Only their was no soul to pull...

He cursed as he realized the truth of his situation. Somehow this was not a real flesh and blood person, he couldn't be sure if she was some form of magical projection, or perhaps her body was some type of golem, but either way the truth struck him like a thunderbolt; he would not feed today.

"You're going to fucking suffer, you witch!" He screamed. "If you cannot satiate my hunger, you will serve my every other desire. I can tell you've felt this, I can tell your soul will feel everything I subject you to. By the time I'm finished you'll beg me for death!"

Raphael stepped back and once again picked up his blade.