Casual decapitation

I glimpsed teeth and claws, and the stink of rancid strigoi breath washed over me, but I lunged out with my blades, feeling satisfaction as the dagger found flesh—though it was the dead flesh of a demon. My sword, with its longer blade, was more likely to be successful. I struck the head from the nearest strigoi; it rolled across the floor and fell into the fissure.

B10 C23