To his left, near the outskirts of town there came more boots striking hard-packed ground. He spotted another eight vampires, none of whom were from his side.
Marc had to delay, but he also needed to play it smart. The man of war holstered his revolver, sheathed his sword and grabbed two grenades. They were shaped like a small pineapple fitted with a metal spoon and pin.
He saw an old coat hook on the wall and smiled. From the hook both grenades were left dangling from their pins. Ready, he took out his service weapon.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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