The soldiers, probably mercenaries, immediately opened fire. Kat however was already on the move, using the smoke and wreckage for cover and concealment. She considered trying to talk her way out, but over the sound of weapons fire any kind of shouting would be useless. She did not want to simply go and kill people who only were doing their job, granted it was a highly illegal job and all that, especially after she had seen Keera cut a swath of death through normal humans.

But it was not really a choice. The club was designed like a lot of White Court clubs, with only one major exit, like a cow pen toward a slaughterhouse. That really left only one option.

Taking a superhumanly fast and wide jump, she flew out of the smoke and landed before the first merc. A shallow slash over his torso would incapacitate him without killing him. Or that was the plan, because he simply stepped forward and swept the butt of his rifle against her. Dodging and slashing at the next merc, he also ignored the non-lethal cut and tried to grab her.

Oh no. She did not...Kat thought as she recognized the hunger in their eyes. The merc's had been vamped. And from the way they fought, like doped up humans instead of using their new strengths to the most, it was recent. Voluntary, if their level of organization was an indicator, too. Normally only the nobles of the Court were allowed to create new Vampires, to prevent overcrowding and too much competition for prey. This..this was crazy?Even with the war going on, mass vampings had only been done by the Duke's and above, for major offensives.

Herrera had retreated behind their lines, the moment Kat had closed for combat, gloating. And as Kat moved through the merc's she was pretty clear what would happen to her if they grabbed her. Freshly infected thirsted for blood. And she was the prime source of it. If they got the chance, Kat would end up getting gangsucked to death.

Well. Not if Kat had something to say about it, though. First she scratched over her belly, drawing shallow wounds and sputtering the blood over her opponents. Then, half closing her eyes, she focused her thought, centered her mind. She was of the Clan. Her mission, her livewas to be the sword against the claw, the blade against the fangs, the warrior against the darkness which preyed upon the weak. And her katana was an extension of it. It was her will, her conviction, her faith given form. Opening her eyes fully, she brought her blade into a ready position as she faced the mercenary's a few feet in front of her. The blood with she had splattered over them had enhanced the bloodthirst they already felt, chipping at their discipline. Slowly she raised her blade an inch, as it began to emanate a faint silver glow. Behind them, she could hear Herrera hiss, as she recognized the feeling which came from it. Her sword was a symbol of her mission, her destiny and her legacy and her belief in it.

It was an object of faith.

A hunter's smile appeared on Kat's lips. "Hunter. Becomes. Hunted." she softly said toward the Vampiress and then sprang into action. The first merc who jumped her screamed as the shining blade cut him open to the spine. No longer holding back, Kat used her full strength and speed, cutting through their body armor and flesh with ease. She knew that she had to quickly break through, or they could still swarm her. But Herrera screamed at them, and another squad came running forward, poured into the battle.

The world around Kat had turned into carnage, a circle as big as the reach of her sword filled with the corpses of the half-vampires who got too close to her. The blood running over the floor drove the surviving ones even more into a frenzy, creating a bloody cycle. Feeling her own blood sing with thrill of the battle, Kat thought furiously how to create an opening. But then somethingchanged. The next wave of half-vamps hesitated, slowed. The blood lust clearly in conflict with their survival instinct, they looked at their fallen comrades, the splatters of blood on the ground and walls, and the young woman with the sword within the scene. An eerie silence descended on the battlefield.

Kat stared at them, baring her own - though smaller than a vampires - fangs at them. And then it happened. They broke. Their cohesion simply vanished. Some went to their knees, others fled, others actually took their guns and shot themselves as Kat stepped toward them, her shining blade almost casually beheading their kneeling comrades, walking between them like an angel of death. As the last vampire-merc lost his head to her blade, she turned and saw that Herrera had already vanished.

"Well. That was impressive." Kat heard and whirled around, katana ready. Anston raised his hands.

"Easy, Dame." He said and Kat looked beside him. Felicitas stood there, skin shining pearly and eyes wide and white. Her breath was quick, her spine taut and the question if she was wearing a bra was clearly answered as no. Slowly she came back and seemed to deflate a bit, her smile satisfied as she licked her lips. Anston was clearly appreciating the display, and Kat was honest enough with herself that he wasn't alone in that. Though, now it was clear why her attackers had broken down, killed themselves or simply given up. They had despaired. And Felicitas had fed.

"I knew there I was keeping you around for more than your bosom, dear." Anston said as he caressed her butt. Felicitas took a deep breath, slapped his hand and regained her usual business attitude.

"We shall send the bill for the repairs to the Count, Mr Raith?" she said, as if nothing had happened, before looking at Kat. "You had already shaken them badly, Ms Kato. If not that would not have worked."

Kat nodded and wiped her blade at the shirt of a dead mercenary before sheathing it. Anston took another look around and sighed.

"I just had the place renovated, you know?"