John
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"Gah!" 

*Holding the wound with his left hand, the human drew his steel blade out of its scabbard. As blood dripped from his wound, Vincent pulled himself up. The leather armor had protected him from the wooden shrapnel, but he was sure a rib or two had been broken. Maybe the vampire was right. What had he been thinking, trying to hunt down beasts far more powerful than him with bones that shatter under the tiniest amount of pressure? With skin that's as easy to pierce as a piece of silk with a needle?*

"You're right. Humans *Are* Weak."

*However, a brave smile grew on his face, as seemingly all fear had left him. His back straightened, fist clenched around the handle. Letting go of his wound, the human pointed his palm against the vampire, pulling his fingers into a simple sign, made to conjure magic in one specific way.*

"But it's our weakness that makes us strong. That makes us keep going, to prove that we can best others who have adapted, grown to suit things better than humans. You've clearly forgotten how it is to be a human. You think you're better. Well, that's not wrong. But then again, it is." *Concentrating on the spell, the man spoke the trigger word, power emanating from it.* **"Aard."**

*A shockwave, powerful enough to throw the vampire back, exited the human's palm. The hunter had already taken action while the vampire was still airborne, beginning to run at his opponent, ready to slash them. Never give up - that's what his family's motto was. And he was going to come back from the dead if he had to, just to defeat his opponent.*

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Latosha
"Okay, I'm done talking." They stated, just before the Hunter released the blast. Flying off the ground, he growled as his body twisted violently in the air. The beast always hated the idea of flying... Heights in general were terrifying. Pray to whatever god heeds vampires that Meph will never have to endure the clouds, lest he be dead. Even then, more likely that Myrdynn will end up going to whatever hell is deemed fitting. Eyes zipping back to the approaching human, Mephi threw his hand out as the weapon shifted into a small barrier of blood. Not fast enough, the silver blade cleaved into his hand as the surplus blood lost it's shape, dropping over Vincent.

Landing on the ground, the Ardrivar held a super-hero landing pose as he glared at his hand. "As much as this hurts... I know you feel much more pain than me." A sharp grin forming on their face, his other hand shot up as a dark glow flew from his fingers. At that moment Vincent released he was covered in blood- and he was fighting a powerful hemomancer. Pull away that instant, or suffer the pain. If only he was faster than a vampire.. With that, he felt his body seer with a fuzzy feeling- and then he felt the wound in his gut grow considerably more painful. If he looked down, he could see a writhing mass of blood swirling within him, bright strands of jagged.. Something coursing through it.

Ripping his hand from the blade, they leapt aside in an act to evade whatever move they attempted to make. "Surrender, or I'll blow you into bits. You know I can." In reality, he wouldn't do it regardless of his answer. If they did surrender, fine and dandy- if they didn't? Well there still needs to be a corpse for you to feed- "I am not your enemy- regardless of what I've said. I did tell you it was just a game to distract you. And from the way you're fighting I would dare to entertain the idea that it worked. Unless your ancient lineage really were just hermits with sharp sticks? Not my point.. Surrender or die, fool."
John
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*Buuut, as we all know, when angry, humans are:*
*A. Stupid*
*B. Very stubborn*
*C. More brawn than brain*
*Or*
*D. All the above*

*(The answer's D by the way). Pushing through the pain, Vincent knew he had to at least give the vampire a mark by whom he'll be remembered. Preferably a really uneven and ugly scar, if he had to die. Lifting his blade once more, Vincent realized a few things that will definitely impact his great plan of leaving a really uneven and ugly scar on the vampire. One of which was that he had lost a lot of blood, which in turn led his legs to be just a teensy bit weary (that's a lie). Falling down on his back, his legs no longer being the strong supports he's used them to being, Vincent looked at the grey sky, as he laid there in the snow. All anger had vanished, as it usually does when helplessness takes place.*

"What a load... Of... Bullshit."

*Wearingly, the hunter said, pulling out a knife. If he has to go, he'll go on his own accord! No way in hell this vampire will have the finishing blow on him. His mind wandered to what his opponent had previously mentioned. Maybe he misheard him? The vampire had mentioned that he'll be Vincent's harbinger. Not that he was great enough to need one...*

*As he laid there, the knife still not pulled out, Vincent realized that he, in fact, was going to freeze to death, and wouldn'ta that be a crummy juncture, huh? Maybe it wasn't time to die yet. No. Not yet, Grim Reaper. Your visit shall be postponed to another day, preferably a few decades. Vincent wasn't THAT old yet.*

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Latosha
"Oh- now it's going to kill itself like that's better- You would think a proud hunter would rather die in glorious battle against a powerful foe but- who knows maybe suicide is more honorable to you." Glancing at the confused human, they just let out a groan and stepped along, wrenching the knife from Vincent's hand as Meph's wound was already starting to heal. And at an astonishing rate, no less. Vampirism has perks.. Throwing the knife out into the forest, as he glanced at the dying dude. "You didn't actually think you could beat an ancient vampire all on your own did you?" They asked, grasping Vincent by the shoulder in a crushing grip as the hunter was lifted from the ground.

"I could help you- but I don't know if I should let you live. Who knows- maybe I could make a friend of you. Worth a try I suppose- so long as you aren't against my monstrous hunger and disastrous disease. But it seems like you are- so. Then again you don't have much blood to feed on so there's no good reason to kill you, especially with how rare humans already are.." Pulling a slav squat, the blood ball shifted, as it practically walled off the hole. Thankfully it wasn't too large so- they could probably heal it overtime, with the heavy overuse of magic. Meph couldn't help but wonder how this dude would live. "I could turn you into a vampire. You'd heal for sure plus you would make a much more efficient beast hunter."

Glancing about the filthy clearing, Myrdynn stood up. "So- would you like me to leave you here or perhaps try and keep you alive? As I stated I don't actually have a reason to kill you. Yet." Reaching up, the vampire rubbed his nose in annoyance. "I hate stuffy noses... I mean I can heal from just about anything but I've never been able to avoid this damn runny snot locker. Oh- right you're dying. You might not even be able to talk. Here I'll make it easy. Look me in the eyes if you want me to try and heal you, and look at my jugular if you want me to turn you. Simple."