[Cain]

Sam raised an eyebrow when the vampire lept for him but never reached him, though he didn't seem to flinch at the lightning.

"Well now, he wasn't very smart was he? An obvious trap and he lept straight for it."

He closed his hand into a fist and raising it as if using hand weights. After a pause he opened his hand looking at it. What was odd was no drop of blood had fallen from his cut yet his hand was clean. The only sign of what had happened was what looked like a row of brownish red stitches tracing where the cut had been. Brownish-red, like dried blood.

::That trick of hers could be troubled, despite that she is wounded. Perhaps I should wait to take these ones on till I can lure them to somewhere with lightning rods...::

He shook his head with a sigh.
"I had such lovely plans for tonight and now it seems they're ruined."
He glanced at the man.
"You might want to go now, that toy in your hand won't hold them off. beheading them or what she just did are about the only ways you're going to stop them."

With his once bloodied hand he readjusted the glasses he was wearing, before nodding to the vampires and turning to walk away.

::Now, will one fallow or not?::

He wasn't so worried about them trying to wipe his memory, his mind wasn't like most humans' constant practice with arcane forces had strengthened it. What was a simple task with others would take effort with him, and in that moment of effort, he could always strike.