The trade up was the more increased difficulty of driving a gradually blunting object through a rib cage of a once man through a heart. There wasn't a lot that could be done other than trading up. At least with werewolves you could do enough damage that they'd back off being out of commission. They were still living and breathing compared to what he had learned of vampires.
Of course, a broom handle lasted only so long against their opponents. Having stabbed through or broken off two or three times into shorter and shorter sections, Octane could feel what Elektra felt. There was a obvious notion when you were on the losing end of the battle.
"Perra, yo no corro." Octane snarled as he kicked a vampire square in the junk before putting a silver bullet through the skull of the man that was in agony. Of course he talked big, but he knew their time was coming to an end quickly enough. Of course Elektra would fight and fight and fight. She'd ultimately die, and her blood would be on his hands. Part of him wouldn't let her lord that over him, even if she'd likely never do such. But how often had people just turned their back on her in his life?
Octavio wasn't about to be another one of those.
Reaching over he fired a bullet, the last bullet, and it hammered through a werewolf that was about to take a chunk out of Elektra. Maybe brain matter was a good color on the woman, but he was now out of silver which seemed to really do the trick. He spun the weapon to use it as a bludgeoning tool. The daredevil was looking for his next plan as they were backing off away from the monsters coming at them. "I think they're getting smart..." He commented considering they stopped rushing them in droves. It might show they were more formidable than expected. "Seems the vampires backed off..." Considering there was far more fur than pale people.