A vampire attempting to..feed of another? Perhaps this is how Mithias had grown so strong and skilled. Magnus delieverd a quick kick to the sternum, twice, before clasping his hands together and bashing him directly over the middle of Mithias's skull. Not hard enough to kill him, only hard enough to stun him so he could shake free of his grasp. If Mithias drank his blood, there's no telling the effects it could have. He struggled free of Mithias's grip, it was that strong but it was tight and skilled. "So...that explains your strength and skill for your age." Magnus said and smirked. "Should have known there would eventually be another vampire who fed off of other vampires for it's effect.." Magnus stepped forward, just enough to be able to reach the blade, and kicked it off into the distance. "Now that you are more or less completely unarmed.. I'll give you one last chance for survival. Give up, surrender yourself to me." He told him, only a mere foot or so between them.