Vampires; the fabled blood drinking creatures of myth, something that had never crossed paths with Azrael, not until this night, which had proven already to be a different level of strange. With every crush blow that was delivered his intended targets were only momentarily brought down. While they may not have been getting the best of the exchanges, they were proving to be persistent in their efforts, always managing to find a way back to their feet. Staggered and bloodied, they still advanced upon him, though their attacks were easily predicted. Ducking under an awkwardly thrown punch that had been meant for his jaw, Azrael grabbed the would-be-assailant's arm, launching the unholy being towards the unforgiving pavement.
It was only then that the part of his conscious not dedicated to fighting realized words were being spoken by the girl. "Of course I can." The reply was simple, neither sarcastic nor mean spirited, just an undertone of beguiled amusement. The vampire which had yet to be tossed as if it were a ragdoll decided now would be the best time to strike. Coming at Azrael in an animal-like crazed frenzy the creature launched itself onto the offense. It, however, was short lived. With a well placed kick crashing across its jaw the pale demon was sent sprawling towards the ground.
Fire, beheading, wood stake to the heart. The words may have confused Jean-Paul, but Azrael knew their meaning, they were the key to defeating his relentless adversaries. With an almost unperceptive flick of his wrists, a dagger shot out of each gauntlet, instantly ignited with fire. The two vampires knew their own demise was coming and tried their best to prevent it by running away. Azrael would have none of it. Bounding forward he caught up to them with relative ease; from there it was only a matter of seconds. His arms moved with deceptive speed and before their minds had time to register it, they had already been decapitated, and their bodies turned into ash.
With the two opponents now dispatched, Azrael was able to turn in time to catch the true demon hurling Buffy back at the destroyed manger. With fiery blue eyes, spurred on by the vengeance raging inside, he threw himself at the demon, sending them both crashing towards the ground. It would be Azrael who would recover first and strong arms wrapped themselves around the demon's neck. With a loud crunch the thing's head was twisted violently, resulting in a snapped neck. It was then that Azrael stood up and looked down at Buffy, about to offer assistance, believing he had defeated the foe.