Athinar didn't bat an eye at the vampyr's lack of comprehension. Apparently, this one was younger, or not from a world that had the Dark Court. Oh well. Didn't matter, as it seemed that as Athinar was willing to get straight to the main event, so was the Vampyr. Athinar's eyes lit up with delight, and his pulse quickened. This was going to be awesome. However, Athinar knew the risks of attacking a Vampyr head-on, and wasn't willing to part with this form just yet. Might as well make the undead work for his victory. 

Nostrils flaring, Athinar took a deep breath in, and leaped sideways, into the hallway he just came from. As he did this, he held out a hand, and within half a second, a plane of darkness, shaped like a sword, hovered in the air, vertical, with the blade perpendicular to where the arrow would be. As he landed on his feet, as soon as he had gotten out of sight, he dispelled  the sword again, and ran forward, booted feet getting surprisingly good traction against the cobble. Eye on the corner, Athinar leaped behind a stone coffin, so the Vampyr would be forced to close the gap. Readying his sword, he also prepared to leap upwards, and strike.