Phil watched as the Mars fell from the ground. "Whatever..." Phil sighed. His instincts for some reason were telling him how to fight. He sprinted towards the vampire with the spear. His instincts took over and Phil and he threw a punch at Nixon while simultaneously knocking the spear out of his hand. Phil rolled away picked up the spear and impaled it into the foot of the vampire. "Easy..." Phil said tauntingly to the Vampire. 

Nixon stared down at the spear, giving a small frown. "Very rude," he noted, blinking away in front of Phil, making the spear fall to the ground from where it had impaled Nixon. "Very rude." He pulled out his dagger and slashed Phil across the face. "But then again, I suppose I'm fairly rude as well. That makes two of us!"

Phil yelled in pain, holding his hand over his face. Nixon didn't even give him time. The vampire blinked behind Phil and held his dagger up to the hunter's throat. "I could kill you right now," Nixon proposed. "But I'll tell you a little secret, I don't really like just killing here and there. I'm just here to initiate the party. I'll come back for you though." Nixon threw Phil to the ground. "And I'd get that face of yours looked at." The vampire blinked away, distributing out more chaos everywhere.

Phil rolled around and clutched his face yelling in pain.