Jasper listened as a horn beeped, sounding from all areas of the room. Fast, he leaned to his right, dodging Rudolph's fist. The second hit was in his jaw, and he didn't have time to move. Straightening his jaw, Jasper lunged forward, one leg high in the air. As planned, it hit Rudolph under his nose, knocking him back. Taking his chance, Jasper leapt forward to send another blow, but Rudolph grabbed his fist and knocked his arm into his own face, throwing him aside. Cringing at the new pain in his right arm, Jasper dodged another of Rudolph's attacks. Suddenly, he cautioned, alerting himself of everything around him. He listened to the people's screams and chants, smelling blood. Jasper froze. Blood. Everyone here was vampires, and vampires didn't have blood. Quickly, Jasper spun round, only to see a man in a black leather jacket. One thing came to Jasper's mind. A vampire hunter. And his eyes were staring directly and intently at Jasper. A gasp escaped his lips as he was knocked in the stomach and thrown back. Not hesitating, Jasper climbed to his feet, returning Rudolph's blow. Quickly, he took the chance, spinning round as he kicked Rudolph again in the face. Fast, he grabbed the vampire's arm, twisting it behind his back as he kicked him again. And then he threw the shocked vampire out of the ring. Another horn sounded. Jasper had won. Quickly, he turned around, running fast out of the boxing ring, only encouraged further as he heard Isabelle's screams in his head.