Without a sound, the shaft flies through the air. It hits skin, moving through the shoulderblade, shattering it. Dresden shouts in pain, but before the scream can leave his lips, the bolt digs deeper, diggin through the vampiric flesh, it's simple size mashing many of his organs. The bolt flew out of his chest, sticking to the ground. And Dresden went silent. He dropped to his knees, and stabbed his blade into the ground. He turned, and smiled at Matt, his smile filled with vicious pride. "Good shot, human." Dresden laughed, before dropping to the ground, where his voice grey faint, before disappearing.