Disasterchild said:
-...! <- That's Caim's serious face
"Tsk tsk tsk. All attack and no substance. I'm going to have fun with you..."
Caim swung Victor's Spoil's in an arc, causing the wolf-man to jump back in alarm. In that instant; Caim reached into the Wheel and drew out his family sword. In the next instance, Caim charged at the Wolf-Man again, and swiped at him; barely cutting his uniform. However, it was still a strike, no matter how small the damage was done, and the blade greedily drunk in any sport it could get. Vandemar retaliated, and swiped at Caim with the mace again. Caim ducked, and swung his sword at the soldier's calves, only catching a small amount of blood from this strike as well.
Vandemar howled in anger, and began to flail wildly: using both his mace and his off hand's claws to attack Caim. The mace was easy enough to deal with, as Caim had a decent approximation of the weapon's speed and weight, but the claw proved to be trickier. True to the wolf's nature, the creature inter-spaced swift attacks and slow (but powerful) strikes with his hand; making it harder for Caim to evade. Cuts were quickly appearing on Caim's shoulders, when Vandemar was trying to hit that precious repository of life that was the neck. However, the armor made sure that bit was hard to reach, to Caim's (and Angelus') relief.
However, the trickiness worked in Vandemar's favor, as the off hand was able to get a good slash on Caim's face, blood trickling freshly all over the warrior's countenance and painting his vision red. This had a similar effect to the wounds upon the wolf, as Caim's strikes began to slow; but gain in power. Each blow he struck back at Vandemar, even if parried or blocked, had much more 'fire' within it.
Vandemar could have sworn he smelt ash from the blade as it cut through the air, and moved in with the mace again, already happy with what his claw had achieved. Speaking of! Vandemar stopped for a moment, completely enraptured with the scent of fresh blood, and lapped it up lightly from a finger. Caim took this chance, and with a flash of his sword, a shockwave overtook the wolf-man; knocking him back from Caim's position.
The warrior did not stop there, no... This man actually hit him! Caim was not thinking too clearly at this point, and began shooting a barrage of fire at the wolf-man. Triplets of fire balls appeared, one set after another, and from what Caim could see, he baptized the filth in flames.
But, Vandemar was gone when the smoke cleared. The wolf was not as incapacitated as he appeared, and had clearly fled under the cover of fire; so to speak.
Caim walked to the dead soldier, wiped his blade and brow with their clothes, as the dragon spoke:
"You obviously enjoyed yourself."
The Blood Knight smiled,
"Haven't had that much fun in ages! I'm going to go deeper in. Have fun from there. You could pick off some of the enemy jets from there. They wouldn't want to attack their dreadnought."
Before the dragon could give an affirmation of approval towards the tactic, the warrior had already run ahead, looking for more blood-sports to entertain him. With that, the dragon turned back to the entrance, and began her fire.
