"Experience, sure. But your biggest mistake was underestimating us. Vampire or no. And for that, you just signed your own death warrant." Cronic said, impaling his sword through the Vampire's back and driving the bloodsucker to the ground, and shoving the blade all the way through the Vampire till it stopped at the handguard, effectively rooting the vampire to the spot, before flames lit up in his hands.

"Come on, whelp. It's time to BURN!" Cronic said, before holding both hands down towards the Vampire, as streams of flames emerged from his hands, engulfing the Vampire. Cronic was clearly in one of those moods where he didn't care about clean kills, and just needed to take his frustrations out on something, as demonstrated by his choice of spell; a Novice-level Destruction spell.

Once Cronic finally stopped casting due to having drained his Magicka reserves (And the fact the Vampire was now a charred husk), he pulled his sword out from the Vampire, cleaned the blade off and then sheathed it.

"Miraak, Harkon... How many more leader types are we going to piss off today?" Cronic said, as he turned to the Cart and it's driver, along with the client. 

"...Don't think we caught Sanguinare, but better get checked out as a just-in-case. Last thing we need is becoming a bloodsucker ourselves."