Tonight, he chose instant death where he'd usually want the messiest death possible to leave as a warning to others.
He lowered the dead vamp to the ground. He could wipe out the wharf and everyone on it, too, but he had learned a thing or two about how discretion kept him off Damian's radar. Right now, he needed every moment of quiet he could get.
The plethora of skills available to a god were still emerging, and channeling all his focus took effort. He paused before the door leading to where the other vamps were gathered. They had infrared sight in the dark, unlike his full on ability to see everything in gray scale around him. His eyes went to the sources of electricity he could sense within the walls.
Jonny crossed to a point where the subtle thrum was loudest and rested his hand against the wall. He pushed his magic towards the wiring of the building. A surge of power electrified the air around him before the circuits fried and shorted out.
Grumbling and cursing originated from the room full of vamps. He stepped away, wanting to draw out as many as he could before outright unleashing his magic and attacking.
Two left the room. Invisible to the creatures he was charged with controlling, he waited until the door closed behind them before lifting both hands to cripple them. Seconds later, both crumbled, dead, to the ground.
Three down, fourteen to go. If they were somewhere more isolated, he wouldn't have a problem rolling out his power and letting it crush the traitors. Jonny approached the door to the restaurant floor and opened it. Ashley was against the far wall.
The vamps didn't notice his entrance. He approached the one nearest and killed him with a touch then moved to the second closest. He had made it through five before one of those falling smashed into something glass as he collapsed.
The others fell silent. Jonny held his breath and wove through them, towards Ashley, while the vamps searched the area nearest the door for signs of an intruder.
She was hooded and tied, and his stomach rumbled when he smelled human blood on her. He rested a hand on her arm, assessing her body. She was bruised and cut in a few places, but there was no major damage to her. He couldn't be entirely certain without biting her, which gave him more access to someone's body, but he assessed she'd be able to fight. He was counting on it. What was better, as a Natural warrior, she shouldn't need light to fight either. She'd be driven by instinct rather than sight.