The older, wiser, and faster lycians were able to tolerate a good beating from these defenders of god for some of them could heal quite quickly and couldn't be slain by a simple mortal wound in their beastial form. A few of them recognized the scent of the daywalker, for they had dealt with him before, many years ago when they still existed amongst the living. They charged their way towards Zanther in a quick fury, not even feeling a tad intimidated when he whipped out two black metallic handguns, which were loaded with liquid silver bullets. One of the older lyicans was quick to flank his right, big mistake. The vampire just swung his aim in the werewolf's direction and fired a couple of the deadly bullets directly into it's bloodstream at the neck. A loud howl of pain ripped through the air as the beast stopped dead in it's tracks and collapsed to the ground. Any could see that the silver liquid was doing it's job, pumping through the lycian's veins and expanding from within' until it brought sudden death. Zanther shifted his aim twice to knock out the other two surrounding him.