Julian leaps aside, barely avoiding the razor-sharp blade. He brings the knife down in a smooth arc, plunging it deep into the hunter's shoulder. Ignoring the agony in his injured leg, he then leaps on the man, taking them both down to the ground. Snarling, his fangs bared, Julian hisses again, his hands wrapped around the hunter's throat. He finds the carotid artery, the pulse beating hard against his blood-sticky palm. Julian smiles.
"Good night, hunter."
He whips his head down, intending to bury his fangs deep in the hunter's throat.