[@Wraithblade6][@The Grey Dust]
Hank thought he finally had the upper hand, He had the vampire that turned him in his sights, Shotgun trained on his head, and even though he was not at full strength he felt more then strong enough to take on Mithias. Then he felt it, the damn blade hit his vest. Another vampire?! Hank though he could take on  Mithias, but something was different about the one behind him... He was... Older, he could smell the difference between him and Mithias. Hank had the revolver in its holster still and he was fast, but there was a difference between fast and the upper hand, He didn't know if the vampire was strong enough to force the blade through his armor but what he did know is if he went for one vampire the other would get him. So now he was debating on taking Mithias's head off with the shotgun and getting himself killed, or lowering the gun and wait and see.

He lowered the shotgun from Mithias but never broke eye contact with him. He refused to speak to the two of them, he knew who his enemy was, he hated the idea of talking to them, let alone obeying them. He didn't know enough on the new vampire, this 'Lord Bedivere' as he was called, But he had a feeling he could take on the first one if it came to it.