[h3]Arlen[/h3]
[@Wraithblade6][i] Tavern[/i]

Arlen too had tumbled to the floor after his attack, in a flash he was back on his feet fearing the ruthless speed of vampires.
The stake still sat wedged in the book but enough protrudes through to hopefully reach the creatures heart. 
A wicked smile took Arlen's face as he noticed the vampire still on the floor and favour was his, with both hands wrapped tightly around the base of the stake, the book acting as a guard, Arlen was ready to deliver the final blow.

'Spare me'... The words momentarily startled Arlen. What wretched trickery was this monster up to? Was he unfed, recently turned or was he just acting so weak. 
It didn't matter, vampires were all evil and therefore had to die.

Arlen stepped forward giving momentum to his strike as with both hands he pushed forward from his stomach striking the stake towards the vampires heart.

((If Mithias really wants to be a pacifist maybe now is a good time for someone to intervene?))