James
Eliza smirked as her bloody needles grazed Tarin's leg, the delectable scent of his magic drained blood flooding her nostrils- it was a unique aroma, one that filled her with a perverse hunger. She then bit her bottom lip playfully as the blood that made up her lower legs melted away, leaving her tibia and fibula completely bare as the blood pooled into a large puddle beneath her feet.

She laughed as he spoke to her, it was rare she fought somebody as talkative as him, rare she ever had to *Fight* Anything- she was a predator and her prey rarely stood a chance. But Tarin was no prey, he was a predator in his own right, but she wouldn't let this distinction affect her performance as she had a daughter to protect from this *Wolf*. 

As the debris approached Eliza focused her senses, quickly adverting her gaze to Tarin as he attempted to flank her, her crimson eyes locking onto him as she side eyed him with a ravenous smile as if time slowed around them. Eliza than seemingly sunk a few feet down into the puddle, her legs submerged into the puddle of her own blood enough that Tarins slash and debris flew right over her head. 

Eliza looked up at tarin, her large ruby orbs gazing up at him with a sick hunger within them. She then rose back out of the puddle with enough acceleration that she sprung up into the air, her expensive fabrics dancing in the wind as the moon shined behind her. Eliza's eyes widened with thrill as he readied her blade above her head midair, the blood that made up her hands melting off of her hands and coating her blade in blood, the liquid crawling over the blade- transforming her sleek silver sword into a bloodied serrated blade of agony.

Eliza laughed maniacally as she swung her blade downwards, attempting to slice Tarin into two halves using the momentum of her slash and the razor sharp blood that coated her sword.

"Got you~" 

Eliza's words were sultry, bloodthirsty and confident as she cleaved her blade downwards.
Ellen
"*Creepy-*"

He thought to himself as he saw her leg change shape and form, a puddle forming at her feet, what a strange power she has. But, now isn't the time to mull over what her powers or abilities might be, he has a job to get back to after this fight anyway.

With gritted teeth and mild annoyance his blade and attack missed their marks as the vampire sunk below him. It would take a great deal of strength to redirect his strike at this point in time- likely too much strength to burn this early in the fight and if Eliza is as skilled as Tarin assumes she is than he cannot make such a misjudgment. So, he allowed his sword to fly from his hands when he missed the strike, the blade flying through the air and cutting a fully grown tree down as if it was nothing- a testament to the powerful wind magic coating it's edge.

Quickly drawing the dagger from his hip sheath Tarin smirked as Eliza aimed to strike him with he accursed blade- what a truly terrifying and adaptable ability she has.

"***Hmph.***" The cursed man replied with a simple grunt, raising his daggers edge towards the blade from Eliza that is hurtling down at him. Once it impacted a small dent in the ground formed below his feet, a testament to the strength of a vampire no doubt, but the effects from the cursed dagger began to show themselves in that moment- because the location of the blood coated blade that met his dagger seemed to lose all magic within itself in that moment.

Quickly dodging back from close range Tarin spun mid-air, grabbing the end of a long length of chain from within his shoulder holster and attaching its end to his daggers hilt. Once he fully spun back around his counter attack became apparent, using his momentum and the length of the chain Tarin pulled it with strength- causing the chain to grow tight and for his dagger to arc through the air towards Eliza's left side.
James
Eliza's demented expression of bloodlust shattered as the pair's blades met, a frown of disappointment forming on the countess' face as she watched part of her bloodied blade melt away forming a small puddle beneath them, how irritating this peculiar blade was- as if it sucked the magic from her blood like she had done to so many men. 

Eliza's expression then changed to one of dread as she watched the chained blade arc towards her, slashing her left arm at her mid bicep as she let out a small whimper of pain. The cursed blade had caused all the soft porcelain flesh that made up her left arm to melt away into a puddle of scarlet beneath her feet, leaving her arm bare and skeletal.

Eliza quickly sank into the puddle of blood beneath her disappearing from sight until she reemerged out of another puddle that sat a few feet behind her leaving the two at a comfortable distance. She groaned as she looked over to her left arm that had only partially reformed and still remained a bare display of ivory bones. 

Eliza sighed as she flourished her boney fingers, her joints cracking as they bent. Her boney fingertips were elongated and sharp like talons that seemed to shine with the moons glow.

"How annoying..."

She complained as she twirled her blade through the air, the remaining blood that coated the blood spiraling off and clinging back to her right hand as the blood slithered between the crevasses of her boney hand- though her left arm and hand still remained bare.

"Impressive trick you have wolf, but it won't *Save* You. Not against me"

Eliza then pointed the tip of her silver blade towards the puddle of

Blood beneath her, the puddle levitating into a swirling orb of scarlet as she raised her blade above her head. The red orb of blood was suspended over her head like a crimson sun before she swung her blade downwards in a swift motion as the orb began to crystallize into a solid- ruby like solid. She then jumped into the air and slashed the crystal orb of blood into dozens of small razor sharp pieces before landing gracefully back onto the ground, steadying herself with her skeletal hand before raising her head to lock eyes with Tarin as she smiled- her razor sharp fangs on full display. With a flick of her right arm the pieces of crystallized blood above her head began to travel through the hair towards him in a sustained hellfire of brilliant agony.