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In his rythm the world around him was a blur. In his rythm all he saw were those that would cause him harm. In his rythm he almost struck the vampire lord that formed near him almost mistaking him for an enemy.

He swung reactively to the new presence, redirecting his attack once his brain fully registered who it was. His attack thought redirected was not wasted. No with his newfound machine like efficiency his cudgel found purchase in another of the nameless beasts that streamed into their lines. He was lost to the rythm. Lost to his past. Lost to the comfort he found in the mindless duty he performed. He had not bee. At such peace since the crusades and deep down he wished that this day were to never end.