A particular feeling of numbness settled into Peter's veins when the vampire restored himself after to efficiently turning to dust. There was a slow swell of panic as the sudden resurgence reminded him of Darla - the vampire bitch still haunted him at the worst of times - but he managed to push it back under conscious thought by the time the vampire bastard was fully restored.
"The fuck are you?" Peter asked, his tone even. But he didn't give a chance for a response. Super strength and super speed was a good combination of abilities. He shot forward, arms blurring as he aimed blow after blow at the vampire.