So far as they did not leave this point, that is. It was risky, but he had been doing breaches far too long to know the right time to leave and how far not to veer off the exit point in a situation like this.
In fact, between he and Ethan, he probably knew how long it truly was before the portal started to dim and close fully, causing a full collapse.
Arael's black mass of shield was getting bombarded by continuous sprays of Anselam's bullets.
Thankfully, the bullets were designed for flesh. Against a structure that had solidified to a density rivaling the hardest known metals, they couldn't penetrate.
Then suddenly, the bullets stopped, replaced by the consistent punches of the transformed vampire.
Razalon's vampiric form loomed over the barrier. He had red skin with bat-like wings spread wide behind him. His muscular frame strained as he drew back his fists and punched again.
