The human version of Mithias drew his longsword and held it in front of him, pointed upward as in salute. He looked at Martin across his blade. "I am Sir Mithias Aldaric Varomere, of the Order of the Holy Cross in Zeigsturhl. Defender of humanity. Vampire hunter." 

Perhaps, the dear boy had taken a hard hit to the head.

He blinked for a moment. "You... I do not know your name, but... I believe we have met before." Seemingly making up his fragmented mind, he slashed the air downwards, ending the salute. "I will not allow you to take anymore innocent lives, I...Wait." He looked around as if waking up from a delusion. "No. I remember now. No!!" He clutched his head as he remembered the explosion. "Do we live?"