As a dark mass rushes towards the Ranger, the shadows envelop him and he slips into non-existence, invisible to all...for no amount of sight can see one who is not there. Suddenly, darkness floods like a blanket from a single point behind the primal vampire, along with a rushing noise like a driving wind, and the elf drops from it's midst, both blades out of their sheaths now, one of them pointing down at the vampire's back as Cruallassar drops towards it, intending to stab the creature while it's back is turned. After all, it's back is to him...the creature that had begun to seemingly attack him before his transportation had not gone unnoticed, but it wasn't the time to worry about it now.