You were a vampire hunter and you were currently fighting Astarion. You had finally pinned him down and were about to kill him when he knees you in the stomach and shoved you off of him, giving you a swift kick to the back so you stayed down as he got up.

“Is that really all you have darling? Pathetic, really.”

He hissed, looking down at you writhing in pain. Somehow he seemed to know every move you were going to make. It was more than frustrating…