The faint groan was the only thing the more experienced Delwyn needed to pinpoint his prey - the sort that in the arrogance of its youth, assumed it was the hunter. A quick flip upwards before an echoing [i]thwang[/i] bounced across the walls, signaling the release of a wrist crossbow lined with blessed silver bolts, marking its target. He knew it probably hadn't run into pain like this since its making, which is why he had the girl at the doorway - no telling how it might react. Would it snarl and go for the kill or panic and find a way out, both common reactions from animals being trapped into the corner. The man flipped his other wrist, brandishing his blade at the ready, honed by years of muscle memory and experience in battle, all too aware that even fledgling vampires were quick enough to attack from any side.

In the nearby distance, Lys tightened her grip around the hilt of her shortsword, her other hand loosening a glass bottle with blessed waters inside. She wasn't nearly as experienced or honed as her companion, but she had been enough of these hunts to know what was coming and that she had to be quick and focused. Thankfully, the only fear she really held onto was that of distant failure, and much less so of the creature. She knew their weaknesses and strengths inside in out - at least in theory. Some of what movies cover is actually real like hallowed ground, blessed silver, extreme discomfort with holy water, but other things like garlic or unable to cross running water were pure myths. In truth, their silver weapons and sacred grounds were their best weapons and defenses against vampire-kind and while hunters went after werewolves and other undead, vampires were and still stayed the most dangerous.

Thankfully even some of the newest members of the Vigil had an edge that the masters of undead did not - each other. Vampires were not often known to ally one another and the way Lys had been taught, it was due to their inherit evil and greed, while humankind was almost genetically designed to lean on one another. Traditions, methods, practices passed down from generation to generation and one of the most important rules; do not hunt a vampire alone unless you must. That's why Delwyn had asked for aid, even if all he got was a 'promising student' and not a more experienced partner. It was almost like a universal truth that had been discovered back centuries ago, that hunting vampires alone was almost certain death, except for the very luckiest and the very best.

So here they were, the pair of them, now having injured a newborn and steeling themselves for the most dangerous prey. The man had years to get used to this and Lys had her mark and that kept them both far more calm than this vampire would likely ever foresee. It was only a question now if it would fight or run - go to Delwyn or to Lyselle.