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Hank knew what was happening, that silver bullet was the easy way to kill the fucker, technically the gun would still work but no way he would get more then one shot out of it before it exploded, maybe two if braced correctly. But now, his arm was in a hold to be severed, Magnus was strong, but so was Hank.

Hank drove his foot into Magnus'es knee forcing him to let Hank go, He then swung his fist is a sideways motion sending the old blood into a spiral. Fighting this guy was not something that would be easy, his strength could match the old blood, but he had experience, he knew how to use all his powers, Hank was still struggling with them. He had to level the field before Magnus tor him a new one.

Hank grabbed the Jet Injector from his jacket. The vile inside was filled with dead mans blood, the stuff was weeks old. Old enough to do damage, but pushing its limit for  any form of energy for vampires, a vampire would have to be really desperate for blood to even consider trying the crap. He held the machete in one hand and the injector in the other. He knew the old blood was faster, he would have to hope his strength and his armor would hold him back long enough to try and level the field.