Toot vs Mavra

The major general was still on the job.
Toot-Toot scanned the scene quickly, flashed me a manic grin and a wink, and slid back behind the tombstone. When he emerged a moment later, he held a short sword the size of a small hunting knife in one hand.
And in the other, gripped like a severed head, was an open packet of chopped garlic from Pizza ’Spress.
Toot crouched, still grinning, and a nimbus of blue and violet energy surrounded him—and then he shot like an arrow from a bow at Mavra’s back.
There was a streak of light as Toot flew at her, slashing down with his knife at the dead-tough flesh of her back, the scalpel-sharp blade opening a deep cut.
Into which my little ally plunged his packet of garlic.
Black Court vampires are very, very tough customers. But they pay for it, in some really inconvenient vulnerabilities. You can read about them in Stoker’s book. It’s basically a field guide on how to kill Black Court vampires.
Turns out there’s a pretty good reason vampires are repelled by garlic.
Mavra’s dead flesh burst into silver-white flame.

Battle Ground Chapter 13, Page 127