Ashton began moving the second the woman's attention wasn't on him. He was still "there" where she saw but his real him was moving like a blur around the vampire. Striking little strikes using a shadow technique he'd studied and watched an older generation vampire doing before he took him on and defeated him. So he struck repeatedly but it was a solid shadow that you couldn't see. He whispered things into the vampires ears. Things about how he knew what kind of man he was. How there were worse things than vampires and hunters that went bump in the night. Basically taunting him. He then was completely where the woman was. He had almost forgotten about her other than her being a true human.<br/><br/>He listened as she talked. Seeming to zone back in on her presence as if just now noticing she was still there. His expression stayed withdrawn. The wand of power or spaz stick as he was thinking of it. He really didn't know anything about magic. He looked at her as she held it. He looked to the hulk who was busy with his own injuries his ally had inflicted. He waved his hand nonchalantly. She could take it from him. He snapped and the vampire leader's injuries began to black shadow glow and appear before he ripped himself apart. Shadow tears...closest thing to magic he knew. A vampire skill. He would go punish himself with vigorous training for it later. Still...it was a useful skill. The vampire dusted by tearing to black vapors and ash. Then the bastard was gone.<br/><br/>He noticed the other vampire was injured and stumpified. He clenched his hands and retracted the blades. Best way to imagine the blades sinking into the bands of metal on the back of his hands was to think of when wolverine let his claws in or out of his body. It was essentially the same thing yet not. He could remove them if he needed to but primarily they were as much a part of him as wolverine's claws were him. He turned and started walking off. Stopping only to note that she had found a stake. Seeing him dusted he started walking off again.<br/><br/>"Good. You are safe. They are gone. The vampires won't be messing with you anymore tonight. Any who saw that fight will be too busy with a more interesting target than a true human with a spaz stick." Came his sexy but withdrawn voice. He had an accent that couldn't be placed. A mixture of oriental and african american. His mother was black. His father oriental of some kind. He was this skin tone due to the curse of the monster within. "They'll catch my scent and try to find me. I'd get home." He stopped and took off his boots. They weren't that much bigger than her feet. He had small feet due to his father. He turned and dropped them on the ground in front of her. "Put these on. You'll be easy prey to random leeches in half broken...torture devices for your feet."<br/><br/>That said he turned and began to walk off again. "Now...I am going to a safe house instead of the old man's. I need a couple hours sleep." Bare foot he then started to walk off.