Liam didn't think, before he turned to go after his sword. He stumbled towards it, exhaled a deep breath as black dots started to appear in front of his eyes and suddenly he was lying flat on the ground, his fingers resting on the pommel of the falchion.
He slowly blinked his eyes open and turned his face to look sidelong at the vampire, his expression rather apologetic. He looked at his weapon again, panting hard as his head was pounding with exhaustion and slight dehydration, being absolutely drenched with sweat. He slowly pulled his sword closer, then closed his eyes, as he tried to catch his breath.