That grin fueled his anger more than anything else, and it gave him a surge of renewed strength as he struggled to regain the upper hand. He fought through the pain, embracing the bolt of pain that shot up his leg as Aiden's foot connected somewhere below his knee instead of letting it be used against him. "You cannot win," he hissed, refusing to loosen his grip on the man's throat.
Vlad waited a few moments to gather his strength for another attack, this time throwing his weight at Aiden while attempting to hook his right leg behind his and finally bring him down. He wasn't sure when they would wake up, but he was determined that it wasn't going to end with his death.