As the half-giant suddenly took the paladin off his feet, Alvor did not hesitate in taking an advantage of their distraction. The runes oh his armor gleaming brightly, he brought his shoulder low and charged the both of them, slamming into the half-giant girl and knocking the two apart. His strength was enormous, now, likely augmented by the rune-scrawled armor. His axe, too, gleamed with runes, and he raised it immediately in order to attack the downed giant girl, in a bid to plant the blade in her chest.

As he swung, however, Fanilly's sword went clear through his arm.

She'd seen what was happening. How the half-giant girl had flown into a rage at the paladin's reckless attack, and now they were at each other's throats... but she hadn't been sure how to stop it, not until the hulking armored man had intervened himself. But then he'd made his own attack... she'd had to stop him. And so, while he was distracted, Fanilly put her sword clear through his arm.

Alvor roared in pain and swung his arm, turning his focus immediately on the blonde girl, slapping her aside in an instant. Fanilly let out a cry of shock, pulling the blade from the Barukstaedan warrior's arm and hitting the ground once more, rolling once before trying to steady herself. Alvor's arm was now bleeding profusely, she'd pierced something important. His followup was delayed, and the small blonde managed to get to her feet far before he had managed to strike back at her. She lept back as his axe slammed into the ground, shattering stone.

The vampire stood, stunned for a few moments, as his hand hit the ground, the stump spewing blood. He almost didn't have time to react to the shield-charge of the two brothers, but moments before impact he managed to dive back, skidding to a halt now firmly behind the knights. His shocked expression had now turned into a grin, even as blood spewed from his arm. He licked his lips.

"[i]Delicious[/i]," he commented, simply, "It's been a good many years since someone managed to injure me, let alone take off my hand."

Even as he spoke, however, his hand suddenly was dragged back by streams of blood, reattaching itself. Noticing Garret's blood on his fingers, the vampire them a lick, savoring the taste of the knight's blood.

"Do you think you can actually put me down?" he asked, cocking his head to one side, "You're mistaken, but I'd like to see your try yourselves against me. Come on, now, let's see you do your best to kill Damon Cal."

Damon raised his sword, his grin increasingly wild. If anything, losing his hand for a few moments appeared to have exhilarated him. Anyone familiar with the Cal family would know that Damon Cal had vanished around fifty years before Phoran started his rebellion. Was this why they had selected the Cal Tomb as their base of operations?