With the attention of the combatants fully off of him by now (even with his constant meddling via freezing and unfreezing water under the hostiles), a bitter smile crept its way onto Tiral's lips.

"You know, I should be happier that I'm not even being registered as a threat. Let other people do the work for me and all that. Even so, though... We have little time to waste, so I guess it's about time to speed things up..." he muttered to himself. Having watched the fight unfold in front of him as it did gave the magician some time to analyze the vampire's movements. The axe-wielding enemy, on the other hand... Well, the Captain seemed to be doing well enough.

With one hand retaining the interference setup and the other to his side, Tiral began to chant as unassumingly quietly as possible. Below that second hand, a large spear of ice was gradually forming, taking shape as he slowly aimed at the vampire.

"Steady... Steady... Now!"

With a flick of his hand, the spear shot towards the vampire, covered in a layer of frost. If that blood-reattachment pseudosurgery was something to deal with, then he just needed to freeze the blood in the damn vampire's body over. That was all, right?