The vampire could feel that even if he tried to use his vampiric blood and inner energy now, it would be impeded by the remnants of Griar's battle art. The living had imbued him with it… The only reason Til'Tilim hadn't lost his protection from the life mist already was because of the resilience of the items to battle arts, specifically, and the fact that the two objects supported one another–Nonetheless, more hits would definitely do the trick and leave him utterly exposed to the white mist all around him.
…Regardless of this, the werewolf threw himself into the fray once more. Griar had become far faster and stronger all of a sudden. The undead's swings weren't even coming close to hitting the living anymore. Griar was not only far more aware of his adversary's movements now, but he could also see it coming from much further away.
