(posting for Wiz for a few days. Correct me if I am wrong.)

Unhindered, the titanium blade cut clean, severing Kaminokage's left forearm in two. The forceful spray of blood that resulted caught Mithias completely by surprise and splashed him directly in the face. Kami's blood splattered his front heavily despite the rain. Such a violent retort was totally unexpected and took its full vengeance on the vampire.

Golden eyes snapped shut as Mithias gasped and quickly staggered back holding his blades up defensively. Blood ran from his eyes and down his face as Kami's caustic blood melted through anything it touched. Mithias could heal from such wounds, but for the moment, he was blind and scrambling to protect himself. In an instant, he had lost his strategic position and that was basically a death sentence against an oldblood.

Mithias could have made a lethal strike while Kami was immobilized by the ecstacy of feeding, but he did not. Kami wasn't human. He was one of them, a vampire, their own, and God only knew what had happened to him to turn him into the tortured slave he had become. It was like that time in the woods long ago. The vampiriess was just trying to survive. She didnt' deserve to be tortured, and she wanted to help. Then the conversations about morality went on, each question only opening the door to more questions. It was maddening. If Kami had done this to himself, which is what it looked like, then he was no different than Mithias had been while working for Soldier. Both of them had been slaves to... humans? to morality? It was sickening to think it could only end in tradgic death. 

Mithias cursed his merciful heart and tried to regenerate his eyes as rapidly as possible. "Magnus! Where are you?!" The psychopathic ex-leader wasn't coming. Mithias was in that moment, legitimately afraid. 

With a howl, Hale transformed into his werewolf form, gaining incredible strength, bulk, and lightning reflexes that were driven by instinct and carnal hunger. Kaminokage's fangs were torn out of Hale's shoulder as the werewolf changed shape. As Kami stalled in his post-feeding transient stupor, Hale's giant wolf-jaws clamped down across his entire neck. It looked like Hale would simply eat him. 

But both were in deprived states, reduced to ravenous animals with their power hightened by rage and thirst. 

Blood poured from Kami's neck, filling Hale's mouth, dissolving his teeth and quickly melting through flesh, deep into the bones of his jaws. Hale's tongue was utterly gone and the pain was mindnumbing. Yet as hard as the werewolf clamped down, the bones wouldn't break, and the flesh proved resilient. Kami's eyes sparked a light as he began to awaken to some level of sense. The oldblood could heal at unfathomable rate, as evidenced by the silver cross persistently burning on the front of his chest, a cross that would also be burning the werewolf and sapping Hale's resolve. Suddenly, pale clawed hands, with all fingers attached, reached up and latched onto Hale's neck and arm. The monster was present again, already healed, and it had tasted blood. 

Kami grabbed Hale tightly, sinking his claws slowly into the tough, furred meat of Hale's neck and into his arm. Strangely, the much smaller vampire started to pry the monsterous beast off himself. It didn't look possible, yet it was happening. Kami slowly forced Hale's arm aside but refused to let it go as he brought Hale's wolf face directly in front of his own. The acid blood had melted a lot of the fur off where it had touched, leaving bloody flesh and bone beneath. 

Still not at full strength, the oldblood vampire sought to drink everything Hale had left. He grappled with Hale, bashing him with fists that hit like iron, biting him and trying to latch on to drink. Had Hale not been the drugged up immortal that he was, he would have had his limbs torn off. Magnus and Hank could see that Hale was only buying time. He was going to be killed without help, and Mithias was still kinda useless.