Tiral smirked as he saw the vampire's arm get frozen to the wall, the regenerative effect stopped dead in its tracks as the blood uselessly tried to drag the limb back to its original position. Sir Garrett's followup attack gave the mage just enough time to jump to his feet in preparation for another attack, though; with their opponent now in a murderous rampage (and the other now dead, thank the gods), things seemed to be going a bit faster than he had expected.

"Hm. Well, now this means you're at a heavy disadvantage, now aren't you?" Tiral asked the vampire, not expecting a response in the midst of the blood fury that the enemy had gotten themselves into. With all that blood dripping out of the body, it was only a matter of time before things closed themselves out, right?

"Captain, rest easy for a moment. We'll handle the rest," the mage said, chanting a bit before stabbing his dagger into the ground. The water that had since been lying around in between the cracks in the stones quickly began to gather below the vampire before spewing up like a geyser. The water itself, though, seemed to freeze mid-eruption. If it caught the vampire in it, then all was well and Sir Garrett could finish the job. There were more opponents to worry about further ahead, anyhow; it'd be best if he could preserve some of his Magil for later...