Ieremia ducked and weaved around the naginta blade, grinning every step of the way. When she stabbed low, he knew he had his chance to try to break the spear's haft. He stepped back, waited for the blade to stop, and then brought his right foot down just a few inches above where the blade was joined to the wood. With a loud 'snap,' the wood splintered and broke.<br/><br/>The grin turned to a self-satisfied smirk when she tossed the pole aside.<em>If she only knew how much damage that could do to me in the right place,</em>he thought. Still, he contented himself to fight her on even more his terms now that she would be using a sword. During the break between rounds, he admired her figure as she prepared herself. And of course, as soon as the fight was begun, he struck.<br/><br/>He clashed and whirled, seamlessly blending the more traditional European techniques with some he had picked up while fighting Ottomans as the two fought. Strike left, parry right, cut and slash... he was just waiting for his opening. Sure enough, he found it not long after. The girl brought her blade in a wide horizontal slash, but he had seen it coming.<br/><br/>A swift dodge under the blade and to her side, and he had his opening. With a quick slash to the backs of her knees, he knew the battle would be over. The vampire licked the blade again, tasting real blood this time. He followed her as she tried to crawl away, and sheathed his kilij after wiping it off on his cape, the red blood not even staining the red interior of the clothing. He wouldn't need it for his next little trick.<br/><br/>"Trying to take the coward's way out?" he asked. Ieremia kicked the blade out of her hand, out of her reach. "That we simply can't have." He grabbed her by the throat and hauled her up to his level. "Don't worry. This will only hurt for a second." And then, he lunged forward and sank his fangs into her throat.