Not the Battle He'd Planned on

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the meteor struck and from his position he could see the damage it had done to the lines, a few of the gangrel with him and Kieran had died, the thing, this monster was now close,

his new way, his new code and something more, some deep core of him that had always resisted the beast, that had always been the noblest part of a vampire felt a rage, a need to lash out and strike that thing, or die trying

the lines were damaged but the twisted and snarling hordes could be held back a little longer but not that, they couldnt stop that,

to think hundreds of years of training, of fighting and sharpening himself as a sword to save the sabbat from the Antediluvians and now here he was in a valley in the north of england facing this, another people's war, another people's foe, fighting for a cause not his own,

but then a flash of insight hit

it didnt matter, Tzimice, Ventrue hell even Lasombra which had terrified Fink, it didnt matter at all, none of them did,

the werewolves had been right,

damn it all but they had been right, this fight was more important, lose this and the rest wouldnt matter,

through the smoke and flame he could now see Bishop Alex heading this way a blur and his cry Sabbat to me, stop it now,

Nikolai ivanovich Konstantinov Born June 17th 1734 in St Petersburg, died November 11th 1764 to join clan Tzimice, turned to face the true foe

the Wyrm,
and with a roar he joined the last charge of the Sabbat