The creature did not hesitate as Hale bit down. Even as three of it's fingers were seperated, leaving only bloody stumps behind, the creature did not even flinch. Rather, it dug both it's thumb and little finger into the skin of Hale's cheek, puncturing it and holding him in place. He pulled Hale close, his fangs flashing. Had Hale been any less of a warrior than he was, his neck would have been ripped out in that very moment. But Hale managed to dodge aside, even just slightly, causing the vampire to dig it's fangs into his shoulder. Already he could feel himself being drained. Worse yet, however, was the burning. It was like acid, the blood in his throat. It burned him as if it were silver, filling him with agony. His insides were beginning to dissolve, and only his immense constitution could keep him from dying at the damage he was taking.

Mithias charged forwards, aiming to protect his ally. Kami stood almost motionless, utterly enraptured by the scent of blood. And yet, he could not make himself land a killing blow. Strangely, Kami's former torment shielded him from the knight's wrath. And the blade passed harmlessly through his left arm, dropping it to the ground. Blood spat out, as if it had been compressed before. And yet where it touched, Mithias burned. He could feel it burning it's way through his clothing, eating away at his flesh. Even his blades seemed to take damage at the touch of the stuff, although they were far from breaking. Kami's vampiric power was revealed, as Mithias belatedly realized that the blood that now spurted all over him was highly acidic.