[@Dark Light]

Oh fuck. 

Mithias was blind. His eyes stung and he couldn't see jack of all. Covering his head with his arms, he dropped the book and cowered momentarily. He clenched his teeth, more frustrated with being unable to fight than actually afraid of being killed. All in all, the vampire was highly durable. He could regenerate pretty much anything except if his head was severed or his heart was impaled. He felt the forceful kick to his knees and actually crumbled down, still blind. In that instant, he thought to cry for help, but of course, would this be breaking the rule of pacifism by calling upon another to fight? How far was Mithias willing to take it? "Spare me!" He cried out. Hopefully his hearing and reflexes would handle any more physical attacks. His head was also likely fine, since he didn't see any blades on the boy. Whatever this being wanted, he hoped he'd reconsider.