Richard knew it.
From a vampire's perspective, Blade was basically a boss-level opponent. It didn't matter that he'd only suffered a minor injury; even at death's door, Blade was more than these little underlings could handle.
So without a doubt, someone equally powerful was backing them from the shadows—someone at least as strong as Blade.
Like this old gentleman who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and launched a sneak attack from above, right in Blade's blind spot.
He moved incredibly fast and made no sound at all. Surrounded as he was, Blade had no chance to notice him. The pale hand reached for the back of his neck like a withered claw.
By the time Blade finally sensed him, it was too late. He barely managed to twist aside a few centimeters and swing his sword in an attempt to intercept the attack, but it was obvious he wouldn't make it in time.
Then Gwen made her move.
She still couldn't stand by when someone else was in danger. That was who she was—Spider-Woman. The moment she saw Blade in trouble, her body moved before her mind could finish processing it. Her pale jacket traced a bright arc through the darkness as she leaped into the air, moving with the grace of a ballet dancer. Her beautiful spinning kick slammed into the vampire gentleman's waist.
With Gwen's leg strength, flipping a moving truck was no problem. But the instant she struck the man in black, it felt like she'd kicked a slab of solid steel. The vampire had been caught off guard and went flying. His body spun into a cloud of black mist in midair, vanished for two seconds, then reformed on the ground.
Blade hadn't expected the delicate-looking young girl to be so skilled. Having narrowly escaped