The sniper takes a hoof to the face. Fortunately one of her hoof crossbow strings snags the giant bolt sticking out the vampony's abdomen. Maybe it will pull him down.
"Then you will be turned into a vampire. Or killed. Or I will be killed. No I am not that lucky. Limbless. Yes they will break my legs so I cannot walk down the aisle with you." Tap tap tap on her chin. The pilot broods on her demise in front of her fiancÚ.