He’d expected it, why capture his neck if not to strike with his sword, but it was still dangerous for him. Adrian could not fathom the suicidal tendencies of his foe, but he owed him a fair chance as his blade plunged into his chest. His options for completely avoiding the incoming strike were many, but he refrained, releasing the grip on the sword and stepping back and away, his head shooting backwards and away from the incoming blade. His enemy was done for, but the sword still struck, cleaving into the Vampire’s flesh and bone as he retreated. The sickening sound of his own body being mutilated rushed through his ears with the oddly faint stabbing of pain as he took an additional step backwards and his head whipped up to find his foe disintegrating before him. 

The Vampire smiled morbidly, the exposed muscle and bone of his face creating a grisly image as blood poured down his neck. He’d avoided death again, though the blade had left a mark, there were many advantages to being Undead. He watched his sword clatter to the ground with interest, as the muscle and flesh of his face began to knit itself back together, stinging with every moment, it was a good pain.

“Forgive the children,
They know not what they have done
Only death awaits.”

The Vampire retrieved his melancholy sword and sheathed it, slinging his discarded bow on his back and walking away from the crypt, he would take some time to ponder.