Hunting.

"Your domain? Then it appears I have trespassed. Does that warrant my destruction, being of the undeath? Is it you are so envious of the living that you must slay them in vengeance? Very well. I shall show you the error of your ways, for that is what you so truly desire." He raised his right hand as a fist in front of him, and when he released his grip, an orb of bright light formed within his palm. While Elliot was more than a safe enough distance away, he would surely be able to feel that this was no ordinary light within the young man's hand.

If he touched that light, it would surely burn him moreso than even the sun does.

He apparently did not hear Miles' suggestion. That, or he chose to ignore it. His eyes now took on a strong golden glow as they bore into Elliot with their intense gaze. "I am known as Alistair Fordren, vampire. I am the one who shall purge you from this world for the crimes you have committed against the human race. This is your final chance to repent. Shall you choose to ignore my warning, I will no longer tolerate your presence, regardless of any change of mind later on. That is my judgment, in the name of Adonai." His voice echoed throughout the forest at the utterance of that name. "What is your name, vampire? In His sacred name, I ask you."

He seemed not at all intimidated by Elliot's words or actions. He almost seemed to have expected it. "Fallen One?" Was the only part he actually responded to, and laughed a little light-heartedly. "I am afraid I have no idea what it is you refer to. Whatever this 'Fallen One' thing you refer to is, I am not it. For if I was, I would not be able to create this light." Cleverly picked words, they were. He did not openly admit to being an angel, although he also did not lie and declare that he wasn't. But his words were true nonetheless. "You show a lack of knowledge in the being that you challenge to combat, undead, despite acting as if you are an expert. A major disadvantage, that."

He sighed and lowered his hand, the light within it fading. His right hand drew the sword from his sheath, and he took a combat stance. The sword was clearly mundane; not at all special or enchanted, likely made of steel. Clearly, any onlooker that knew not what he was would think him a fool for taking on a vampire. No special armor or clothing, and nothing better than a mundane steel longsword.

"I do not mind in the least your insults towards me. However, your insults towards Adonai leave me somewhat perturbed." He braced himself for the surely quick strike that the vampire would attempt. He arranged his stance that made it appear as if he would attempt to stab at Elliot if he were to fly directly at him. It was clearly a defensive stance, as if he were trying to keep the vampire from coming too close. This was likely logical, after all his own strength was no match for that of Elliot's, and neither was his physical speed.

But mental speed, on the other hand, was a different matter.

His defensive position made it easier to react to the coming onslaught of the undead. He knew not yet the fighting style of the this one, but he had fought numerous of its kind before. Vampires, usually, fought by simply overwhelming their opponents with their superior physical capabilities. Vampire mages were even stronger - for they had both physical capability as well as arcane. He was not exactly sure how old this one was - its age made a big difference, for nearly all older vampires learned the arcane arts. Younger vampires also had considerably less combat skill. Considering his own physical disadvantage, he decided that playing defensively while gauging his opponent's skill was the best bet.

His incredible mind had already begun mapping out his enemy's moves. He observed the way the undead made its movements, as well as the look it kept upon its face and within its eyes. At first, the vampire ran directly at him, but Alistair knew that his opponent would likely attempt to switch its direction of attack. Attacking head on would be foolish of the creature, for it knew the divine energy that Alistair could summon. Still, he hoped the creature would have been foolish enough to strike him head on, so that he could impale it with his Shining Blade Mantra. Had the attack gone as planned - and it most likely would have - the vampire would have been instantly slain.

But like most things in life, it would not be that simple.

Out of the hundreds of possibilities that Alistair had come up with in that short time frame between Elliot's jump to action and his stop six feet in front of him - just out of reach of a decent swing that would not leave him too open - the action that Elliot chose was, of course, one of them. His own eyes watched, observed, memorized the movement patterns of the creature up until he saw its right foot move as if to kick something. Expecting dirt to fly towards his face, he immediately shielded his eyes with his left arm. At this very same moment, his eyes and sword took on a sudden strong golden glow. Just like the glowing orb in his hand before, Elliot would surely be able to tell that touching it would be a very bad thing.

His arm had blocked the dirt, but the vampire had already made its next move. Its physical speed was probably about as fast as his own mental speed, but if his body could not keep up then it was irrelevant how fast he processed information. He expected an assault to come immediately after the attempted blinding, and surely enough it would come just as his blade lit up with Divine energy. It was difficult for him to see, but his peripheral vision allowed him to make out an incoming attack to his right. Despite having difficulty seeing it, the information he gathered was enough to discern the exact target of his attack. Recalling information he gathered from earlier, he knew the exact height of his opponent including but not limited to the length of his legs. Immediately he spun his body towards the direction of his enemy while simultaneously bending his upper body backwards, causing the kick to glide right over him harmlessly, barely missing its mark. At the very same time he spun to his right to face his opponent, he swung with his glowing longsword using only his right hand. Assuming Elliot did not alter or pull back his kick, his leg would collide with the blade instead of Alistair's body.

Such a situation would not fare well for the vampire. Despite it being made of mundane steel, the blade had been enchanted with Divine energy just prior before it would connect with Elliot's leg. Not only would Elliot's leg be cut clean off at the point of impact - not doing so much as even budging the sword, despite Elliot's far superior strength - but the Divine nature of the blade would burn Elliot's flesh as the Divinity began to devour his undead flesh. Even though vampires typically did not feel pain, Elliot would feel a very painful burning sensation from this attack. The glowing coming from his eyes and sword would vanish immediately upon the swinging of his sword, whether the attack hit or not.

Regardless of whether or not his counter-attack connected, Alistair would attempt to gain some distance from his enemy. Preferably through following up his bent-backwards shape with an immediate backflip, landing on his feet facing his opponent but several feet away from him. He would take a defensive position once more, again irrelevant to the outcome of his attack.

Alistair watched with an apathetic look as the leg effectively grew back. He patiently listened as the vampire asked him more than one question. Why the vampire relented was interesting to him - for vampires had not energy within their bodies to fuel them. They were tireless beings (for the most part). Alistair, however, was not. He would grow tired eventually. And now that the vampire saw what he could do, why would he relent? Constant assault without leaving time for rest would be the logical thing to do. Even if it were a few moments, allowing him any time to rest would not be advantageous to the vampire.

This led him to wonder if the vampire thought the battle had already been decided. Perhaps it believed that it stood no chance of losing regardless, and decided that it would prioritize its piqued curiosity instead. If this were true, however, it would give Alistair a tremendous advantage. He had already learned a considerable amount about this creature. He knew its apparently preferred fighting style, the timing and effectiveness of its regeneration, and the estimated age the creature was. Had it been a younger vampire, it very well likely would have burned up entirely after that last assault. He had also learned considerably of its persona, which would allow him to make more accurate estimates of the vampire's actions.

"Destroy, you say?" Alistair responded. "Why is it you assume I am here to destroy?" Alistair closed his eyes, making no further response to the vampire's inquiries. Surely, he thought, this would rouse the creature's anger. Instead of speaking to the vampire, he began uttering a prayer. He spoke softly, but the words echoed throughout the woodland in a supernatural manner, as if the words were heard by one's soul instead of one's ears. The language was incomprehensible, even by the vampire who likely knew many languages.

But it was possible he knew that it was Celestial language.

The words echoed almost as if in song. Despite it being only a single person uttering the words, the echoes collided together as if they were being uttered by more than one. As his song of prayer continued, the echoes only became more numerous. It was as if each echo of the song never faded out - it lived on and created only more echoes. Only a few seconds would have passed but already it had started to sound as if a chorus of angels had been singing words of praise. While the words had no actual physical effect on the vampire, it was quite possible that the divine hymns would anger him further.