[color=Red][i]"I had the power 
of death once in my own hands
I surrendered that, though."[/i][/color] 
Athinar switched to Czech, one of the most dominant of all Slavic languages, and said, 
[color=Red][i]"I fear not death, child
I am like death to the sheep
however, this can't end now."[/i][/color] 
He grinned at the Vampyr, who seemed to talk by Haiku. Two could play this game. His knowledge of Czech, Haiku, and Vampyrs would suggest that he was more than he seemed, although he probably had inferred that by the Blade appearing in front of him. 

Suddenly getting an idea, Athinar summoned the Blade, and sliced through the stone coffin, causing it to slide to one side, (cut in half,) and land in the middle of the corridor with a loud [b]bang![/b] Flipping the coffin lid up with his foot, Athinar kicked it forward. It was extremely uncomfortable to do, but Athinar found the struggle, the experience, [i]exhilarating.[/i] The desiccated remains of some centuries-dead man remained in the bottom of the coffin, which Athinar then grabbed, leaving the blade hovering in the air in front of him, and broke the skeleton over his knee, and then threw the halves of the old corpse down the hallway at the Vampyr. This all might seem to be craziness, but Athinar was simply trying to hinder the Vampire's movement, so he wouldn't be able to use that inhuman speed characteristic of the Nosferatu. 

Spinning around, and grabbing the Blade, Athinar fled deeper into the Hallowed Halls, running with an insane grin on his face. This. Was. Fun.