Baldur cackled. "Scared? I know no definition behind the word "fear", furball!" he smiled with insane eyes. "I am nothing like any nosfaratu you have ever encountered."
He let go of his gun, safely tucked away in its sheath hidden in his coat.
"My... my name is Melissa Jenkins. My friends and I," she gestured to young man Trace, one of her friends, "were kidnapped by Werewolves. Luckily, this man saved our lives. And now, we have to go search for my other friend."
"By the looks of things, you saved your self. If I had more time, I would have come to rescue you and your friends from the clutches of Bloodhound. But we have more matters to face: where did you get that medalion?"