He relied on his unpredictability, changing his pattern and feigning moves left and right, trying to disorient the man enough to make his move. The pain made him angry, which served to make him even more willing to attack. Aiden's failure in finding a weapon was only faintly amusing amidst his other focus, and he knew he had the advantage here - his teeth were his weapons, and although they were sore, they were still there.
The mist finally caught his attention, but Vlad didn't let his gaze move from the man opposite him. Every muscle in his body tensed, waiting for that one moment which would require quick reflexes and no hesitation.
Then it came.
Vlad lunged forward as soon as Aiden stumbled, tackling him with a roar and sinking his teeth into whatever body part was closest. Everything was a blur of colors and smells, but his jaws snapped shut with a grip of iron and refused to let go. He wanted to taste blood first.