David didn't even bother to block that first hacking blow, he just ducked under it nimbly, getting completely behind the other vampire. His own sword licked out with skilled precision as he ducked low, and one of the weaker vampires let out a squeal of pain and fell, his leg cut nearly off at the ankle.

As if that cry was a signal, the night erupted in noise and chaos. Mack was the center of a ring of four and was kept very busy dodging and blocking, not really able to get in a countering blow. David, though, wasn't letting himself get surrounded. If he were pinned in one place the longer reach of the other vampire's weapon would be an advantage. But if he could keep moving the heavier weight would be a bigger disadvantage. The vampire could, of course, swing it around like it weighed nothing, but it still had mass, and momentum, and every stroke required a much longer recovery time than David's rapid blows. He darted in and out of the confusion, the other vampires getting in each other's way as they all tried to follow him at once. He got in dozens of hits, but he had to keep ducking under the sweeps of the huge sword, and so he was mostly cutting up their legs. All of the vampires facing him were limping, and David even managed to hamstring one of the ones fighting Mack as he darted past.

Finally David managed a killing blow, on the vampire whose ankle he'd first cut. It had managed to get up again almost immediately, but it actually fell down again when having to dodge one of the leader's wilder swings.

After that it was only a matter of time, and not very much of that. The unarmed vampires were quickly finished off, and David faced the leader alone. He'd wanted his full attention when he tried to actually get inside the reach of the sword.

There was, at last, a ching of steel on steel as he blocked one of those overhand blows. With a twist he forced the other's sword out wide and on the return stroke his blade cut across at neck height. He hadn't quite managed to get close enough to decapitate, but the other dropped his sword, making choked noises of pain that only lasted for an instant as David swept his blade back across once more.

Then he spun and launched an attack at the vampires still fighting Mack. Mack was holding his own admirably, but hadn't yet managed to take any of them down. They were distracted enough that David killed the first easily. The other three, realizing that they now faced the Hunter and his ally alone, scattered into the night. Mack went after one, and David chased down another. He caught up with the first and killed it quickly from behind, then dashed at a tangent after the second. It turned at bay as he came closer, a female with very long, dark hair who suddenly reminded him of Raven. She snarled at him, and for nearly a minute they danced around. She was quick, but not very strong. He was just about to take her with his mind when Mack tackled her from the side. He pinned her, and there was a sharp crunch of breaking bones.

He stood then from her limp body, and looked down at it.

"Regrets?" asked David.

"No," said Mack. "She's cute, but she's probably killed lots, and tortured people the way they tortured Jeff. If she didn't do that stuff, she wouldn't be here with them."

David nodded. "I assume you got the other one?"

"Yup."

David grinned. "Well, how was your first hunt?"

"Intense!" said Mack. "And painful. Man do I have bruises. But it's worth it. It's like..." He shrugged. "I'm a thug, and I know it. I've never done anything too bad, but I've never done anything too good either. Some good stuff, maybe. I helped Jeff out some. I guess I helped you, there at the first. This though... Hell! I'm fighting a damned battle to save humanity! That's something!"

David chuckled. "Yes it is."