The sun was low in the sky, half hidden behind a mountain that stabbed the sky like a dagger and sinking fast.  Slowly, cautiously, Shikazi crept up on the camp.  He’d noticed the fire from the top of a hill and decided to descend to investigate.  True, his intentions weren’t honorable, but this was Shikazi’s land, despite him never laying eyes on it.  How dare they camp here, but he would show them.  Like a whisper, Shikazi glided through the camp, opening chests and taking anything of value.  As he got to the main tent he heard the growl.

It was the thundering voice of a grizzly bear who had wandered into camp.  Although with different targets, the expectations were the same as Shikazi: theft.  Suddenly, the camp was alive as half a dozen bandits were immediately aware of the intruder and upon facing the 800-pound monster, spotted Shikazi elbow-deep in a chest he had obviously lockpicked his way into.  The leader of the bandit stared, momentarily shocked at the stealth of the intruder, and then smiled showing his pointy teeth.  Vampires!?  Shikazi had chosen the wrong camp and he began preparing himself for the only option he had: battle.

Two vampires cornered the grizzly bear and slowly began moving in for the kill while the other four circled Shikazi in an attempt to overwhelm him.  An ice bolt slammed into Shikazi’s shoulder as a gout of flame erupted from his hand engulfing the bloodsucker closest to him.  As the blood pooled on the ground, he began looking for an escape.  How could he possibly kill six vampires?  Then the sky exploded.

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