Dresden stepped backwards, and grabbed the mand's arm, twisting it behind his back. The vampire had spirit, but he didn't have the strength or speed to make his attacks count. He would have been a great warrior, had he been given a couple of hundred years more. However, he would not get those, decided Dresden, as he flung Rayden over his shoulder, into a tree, which caused the tree to shudder. This fight would not take much longer, he knew. Soon, he would join his brethren, and hopefully there would be some of the villagers left to devour.