draws in army

A chorus of vampire screams arose and it didn't take any supergood hearing to know that they were headed our way.
"There. You see?" Sanya said, his tone gently reproving. "Frontal assault."
"Oh, Jesus," Murphy said, her tone more disgusted than afraid.
"He's right," I said, my voice hard. "Our only chance is to hit them hard." We had only a moment, and my mind raced, trying to come up with a plan that resulted in something other than us drowning in a flood of vampires.
"Harry," Susan said. "How are we going to do this?"
"I need Lea," I said, trying to keep my voice calm and steady. "I need Molly."
Molly made a squeaking noise.
I turned to Susan and said, "We do it in two waves."
We moved directly toward the enemy, entering the ancient gallery full of columns, and the vampires came boiling out of the shadows to meet us. I don't know how many of them there were. More than a hundred, less than a million. I stepped out in front of everyone and said, "Attack!"
Sanya's battle roar was loudest. He leapt forward, drawing Esperacchius , and blazing light shone forth from the blade.
Murphy ran forward upon his right, letting out a scream of her own and holding the shining length of Fidelacchius in her hands. An aura of soft blue light had surrounded her. On Sanya's left, Susan ran, Amoracchius held aloft and wreathed in white fire, and her scream was something primal and terrible. Thomas flanked Murphy. Martin ran next to Susan, and both of them charged forward with blade and pistol in hand.
I saw the front ranks of vampires hesitate as they saw the pure, terrible light of the three Swords coming toward them, but it wasn't enough to stop the momentum of that horde. It swallowed all five valiant figures in a tidal wave of dark, flabby bodies, claws, fangs, and lashing tongues.
Suckers.
I still stood forward of everyone else, and the meeting of the two ranks of combatants brought the horde to a halt. A brief halt, true, something that lasted no more than a handful of seconds - but it was time enough for me to reach down to touch the slow, terrible power of the ley line flowing beneath my feet.


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