Karram was surprised to see the vampire lunge for Gray, and even more so that the attempt succeeded in bringing him down. The syringe toppled from his hand along with the bag, but he was all too quick to act. Karram heard several shots fire from within the scuffle before he even had the chance to move. Then, as Karram ran closer grabbing up his dagger, he noticed Gray push her off and grab a metal spike from the bag. Karram rushed over, throwing his dagger accurately into her left thigh before rolling to swiftly pick up the syringe. Sheathing his blade, Karram switched his approach and simply attempted to kick their vampire friend square in the face, with the intention of allowing Gray the opportunity to strike in which Karram could deliver the decisive blow: the concoction contained in the syringe, whatever it may be. Seamless timing would be required, for the vampire's reflexes were definitely faster than theirs. And as usual with this group, the pair didn't really have a well-thought-out plan; but rather a stream of quick glances to signal the conjoined attack. 

Kick. Metal spike. Syringe. Sleep magic. Detain. 

And so, Karram and Gray executed their respective moves and hoped for the best. Karram used one hand to deliver the syringe to her arm and the other to gently touch her forehead while mouthing his faerie incantation of sleep. Then he quickly backed off and watched in anticipation for things to kick in, all the while placing a hand on the hilt of Oakbane. If the strange concoction wasn't enough to bring her down for the trip back to the bunker, then Karram's magical touch should act as the final component in finally knocking her out. His magic was not as powerful as some of his more experienced relatives, but it still packed a punch. [i]This has got to work,[/i] he thought.