When the rogue vampires’ eyes widened at the implication, I sheathed my sword. The threat was there and without any backup, they were inconsequential. The Aurors moved up to them and started to shackle their wrist. With that taken care of, I surveyed the carnage of the room. Bodies scattered across the room, both vampire and cultist. Anything that was used for the barricade was smashed to smithereens. Scorch marks from my blade and the large fissure from the axe were dead center of the room. The far wall was a wreck from where I was tackled into. The twinge in my back reminded me of that moment. My eyes looked over to the non combatant Vampires in the back, but that stopped as strong arms wrapped around me.