"Just call it a draw, guys. If you're going to kill each other, at least do it in private, when none of your friends are around." Jay muttered, sighing. Voltaire now had two deep gashes across his muzzle, starting from the top of the left side of his muzzle, and ending on the top of the right side of the muzzle. One gash right just behind his nose, another two inches farther up his muzzle. He snorted, shaking his head. "She has no one really close to her, the easiest way is to just kill her now." He growled, glaring over at the vampire, a little trickle of blood starting to run off his muzzle.