Adrian’s sword bit into the man’s arm and sheared it with little effort, the extreme physical power of the Vampire seeing the sharp edge through its target. What he couldn’t have foreseen was how his enemy did not react anywhere close to how he should have after suffering such a grievous wound, and so he was not ready to utilize his speed and maintain a safe distance. As his sword was parried by another suddenly materialised weapon he dragged it backwards reflexively and raised his left arm to defend himself from his foe’s outstretched hand.

There was some sort of aura emanating from the badly wounded man, but the Vampire had little time to rationalise this as he barrelled into him, knocking him back a step as his hand closed around his throat. Why he had chosen to attack Adrian’s throat he did not know, unless he was going to severe it such an assault was a little pointless to an Undead like himself, who was not reliant on breath. Unperturbed by the choke, he manoeuvred the blade he had dragged backwards to his right hip into a piercing position and launched it forward, while simultaneously drawing his left arm up and around in a revolution that would see the grip at his throat broken. 

He plunged the shortsword forward with all his might, aiming to skewer his foe as he attempted to strangle him right through his upper torso from below.