The big day had finally arrived. The city of Rongstar was filled with migrants from all over the underworld. For nearly a year both vampires and humans have waited for this moment to begin. It was a contest between vampires and humans. Unlike any other, the fate of the universe relied on this fight, because it is in this fight that will determine which race will rule the entire universe. Both sides were waiting eagerly. The full moon appeared, igniting the night sky with a milky glow that illuminated the entire land, creating large, eerie shadows. The contenders were Striger, the vampire slayer, and Vintage, a hybrid of vampire and human. Vintage was an exception to all other vampires. Unlike the rest of the vampires, he is able to withstand the enormous intensity of sunlight. He was a champion in the world he knew, however this time was different, this time he was facing a brutal, vicious assassin named Striger. Striger lacked strength compared to the old man, however his skills and tactics would have been very useful. The ancient ruler of the underworld stood up and began, “The time has finally come.” With my blood I sacrifice myself, let this battle begin!' Shortly after the speech a noise was heard in the distance: 'Boooom!!!' The fight had begun. Striger moved quickly towards vintage. At that moment, his heart was beating so violently that he could feel each beat coursing through his body. Vintage looked at his opponent and then moved carefully. When Vintage was close enough to Striger, he sensed his advantage and delivered a heavy right blow aimed at his opponents' upper jaw. Striger moved quickly to escape the blow. The Vintage was now open. Striger saw an opposing piece of paper, so he started roaring and screaming, to arouse excitement in the crowd. What a mistake that was. While wowing the crowd, he gave crucial seconds to his opponent. As soon as Striger recovered, he searched for the knife. It was the same knife that caused drastic cuts. He was only an arm's length away. Striger reached out and grabbed the tip of the blade. With the tip of his finger he pushed the knife back towards him and then grasped it firmly. Vintage wasn't far from where Striger lay. The wounded Striger was now on his feet and looking for Vintage. As soon as he found himself caught, he pounced on him like a lion leaps on him and stabbed him in the neck. Blood was pouring from his neck as if it were an open faucet. Vintage breathed his last breath and then felt himself collapse to the ground, dead.