The sword was fucking heavy. Much heavier than his own back at the (ruined) Daycare, so Parry's slices and dices among the vamps in the front lobby were much slower than he was used to. A Dawn Blade was a Dawn Blade to a Celestial, but they were unique snowflake weapons, made by the higher ups for each foot soldier. Plus this was Cymriel's sword, Cymriel's wings he was using. Kind of like borrowing your buddy's gun for the evening. If the police traced the serial number without looking at the prints, well, Cym would be up the Creek and Parry would be facing consequences for how he used it.

Ducking, weaving, and parrying was the name of the game then. The maitre'd vampire, Jean, took one look at Parry in the fight and booked it for the kitchen- and Parry let him go. When one of the higher vamps took a swipe at him, Parry went ahead and gave the guy a once-through the arm at the wrist. The vamp's hand dropped to the floor, but Parry didn't follow through, too busy making his way through the melee toward the head snake.

Billy Rikker was on his hands and knees near the back of the foyer, licking Celestial blood out of the carpet with some of his senior vamps. 

This whole thing needed to end. Billy had a hundred Thralls and easily half as many pure-vamps in his service, but that number could be cut in half from the wounded and dead they'd piled up. Problem was, Parry knew Billy had more muscle than this and the group only got this far by surprise alone. They needed a bargaining chip to get out of this mess.

"Tony!" Parry yelled, pointing at the head Vamp with his free hand. Hopefully the were-Tiger would get the message over the melee. They needed a hostage to get out of here alive. Or an opportunity to cut the head off this snake. Billy had clout over a lot of the supernaturals in the East Side. A few shifter packs, a witch coven, even a minor fae court. They probably wouldn't throw in with Tony just because Billy was dead or captured, but they might reconsider their loyalties after their leashes were cut.

Parry, meanwhile, let Autumn and Gray (YUMMY!) book it for the vamp that had run out the front door. Parry was content to let them go for her, unfurling his wings fully to block the Entrance/Exit doors so the horde didn't follow them out into the streets.