You plummet your axe into the back of the website-enraptured Tori, slicing clean through from the protruding ridge of his shoulder bone, across his spine at a 60 degree angle snapping his undead vertebrae like fried snappea crisps, and exiting down by the top edge of his waist. His body, obviously not long for the vampiric condition, moves but a few centimeters, locked in a wax sculpture rigor, eyes open, staring with milky irises at the laptop screen in front of him.
His torpid form is easier to lift than to pry from the table and chair on which he was sitting though it takes the smallest effort. You have captured the Sabbat pack's artistic link, Tori Lenkov, the toreador antitribu and its last tenuous mortal connection.
After dealing with Cassandra, you make your way through the shadowlands to your haven carrying Tori's still rigid form. You imagine his interrogation will be quick, if exactly the opposite of painless...
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