Athinar kept grinning. Even as the sword stabbed him, ran him through, he kept grinning. Why? He had the Vampyr pinned. Not in the way most people would consider the word 'pinned', but he had his foe relatively immobile. Letting go of the Vampire's throat, without the undead even needing to force him to let go, he used his remaining arm to twist to the right, and grab the Blade. While he was doing this, Athinar was pushing himself upon the blade, as to keep it within him. Then, he struck. 

With a swing that ripped tendons in the mortal body, even with the enhanced durability and speed of the [i]Arcane Style: Soldier[/i], Athinar aimed at a horizontal cut at the neck, attempting to decapitate the Vampire. This puppet body was finished, and he knew it. However, why not take out the Childe of the Dark, as well? The swing was so fast, that it seemed to be one solid plane, a window into an abyss. However, no matter the result of the swing, Athinar would collapse, the magic that kept the body puppet together shattering with the death of the body, and his corpse would begin to melt into darkness, as a black cloud of smoke rose to the heavens, going [i]through[/i] the ceiling.