Mithias bit cruelly into Nixon and the blood filled his mouth. But, rather than the flow ebbing as his enemy lost pressure, the pulse continued. As the moment dragged on, terrifying confusion set in; Nixon wasn't supposed to keep standing. With unexpected strength, Nixon ripped Mithias from himself and smashed his fist across his jaw, sending him sprawling, disoriented. In addition to having his head rocked, the power in Nixon's blood was also intoxicating. Mithias fell backward. 

He roared as Nixon impaled his limbs, one by one, holding him down sadistically in the process, but there was no stopping him. Mithias breathed heavily as the pain coursed through him, growling, struggling to stifle his cries, and all the while unable to fathom the sheer magnitude of this vampire's power. His stealth attack had been perfect. He should have killed Nixon with minimal suffering, but he failed. Now, his life was forefit. As Nixon's spear came down into his chest, it brought with it a lethal despair. This was it. Final death. And at that moment, when Mithias believed he was a gonner, he lamented that he would no longer be able to haunt and protect his mortal son, nor see his descendent family as the years went by. Death would at last take him, and his heart begged that oblivion would be merciful. 

Intense pain shot through him as his body reacted to a potentially vital injury... but his heart was intact. When his scream faded, Nixon began his brief tale. By the end of it, being recovered enough to speak was an impressive feat. Mithias was clearly stronger than most vampires his age. 

"You know what? Do you want to help me murder these hunters then we can kill each other or something? I just like having one fight at a time ya know?"

The threat to his child stirred a fatherly rage that Mithias simply could not hide. He picked his head up with a fanged grimace, looking directly at Noxon with his glowing red eyes. "Don't you dare touch them!" Mithias threatened from the floor. Already he had given Nixon too much information by his protective reaction. Mithias cursed himself and laid his head back down, struggling to free one of his arms. He growled deeply with the effort. 

Bullets started flying. Rand had fired at Dexter, and Mason slid down onto the roof pistols blazing. Mithias was fairly in the clear, pinned to the floor. 

Damien, Like Marcus, had taken up a watchful position. Unfortunately, his vision was partly obscured to Nixon and the other vampire, but he could see his fellows and Dexter. Damien knocked an arrow to paralyze whenever necessary.