[ If yesterday someone were to have asked him if he could ever imagine this--their entire world shattered, their kind dying left and right, and even their own Queen bloodied and disheveled due to this long battle--he probably would have laughed. Even if it may seem pathetic, if he was told that this was all a dream a very faint part of him would believe it.

He knew that Krul, a vampire of higher rank, was both stronger and faster than he was, but seeing it for himself has his eyes widening for a brief second. By her demeanor he intentionally couldn't read her plans of action and for a moment he thought his time of being alive would end by her hands. But he's quickly proven wrong the moment the smaller vampire tears through a human's chest, lips pulled into a bitter smile as he glances at the corpse she throws at his feet.

Crowley mumbles a small "alright" that isn't necessarily meant to be said at all, crouching down to his knees and grabbing the lifeless human by the front of his uniform before bringing his fangs to a limp neck. It's still warm, but after years of experience he knows that what enters his mouth is the blood of a dead human. ]

I shouldn't be surprised. [ He states, blood peppering his lips before he uses the back of his hand to clean his mouth. ] But I suspect the humans have every means of exit blocked, and if our numbers are small they'll be confident to call reinforcements.

So what do you say we do, Krul?