Mithias' knew exactly the moment that Magnus was charging. Centuries of training and fighting against other vampires had given him unparalleled skills among his kind, as well as among the SOLDIER elite. But the fact was, proper movement was going to be impossible with a critical tendon broken. Magnus could match his speed, which left no room for error. There was only one other option left, to sacrifice himself to take the renegade oldblood down.

Instead of ineptly dodging, Mithias unexpectedly attacked into Magnus' attack, taking the right hand set of claws into his chest while simultaneously driving his right sword through Magnus, trying to hit his heart as well. Mithias believed with total certainty, that this was his one and only chance to kill Magnus, for he himself was undoubtedly dead. The two clashed, blades piercing deep on both side, and for a moment, both remained standing. Neither of them had managed a lethal strike. 

Almost immediately, Mithais brought up his left hand sword in an attempt to slice across Magnus' neck. The clang of metal on metal suprised him as he realized Magnus had trapped his blade in between the claws of his free hand. Eye to eye, they defied each other, sharp fangs bared. Deep in Mithias' eyes a red fire burned dimly, for within him lived a piece of the immortal vampire soul.