The two vampires' faces grow grim as you approach them, brandishing fangs as one moves to slit his own wrists with a curved knife and the other fires at you with a large handgun to keep you at a distance. Not wanting to wait and find out just what Blood Magics they're planning to destroy you with, you leap forward, snatching the knife from one while knocking the gunman into a sideways spin. For all their bravado, these Warlocks aren't well-trained in the art of physical combat, but there are still two of them and only one you. While you're certain that help could come quickly, at the moment, everyone else is engaged in the chaos.
You fling the ritual knife into the river of filth running through channels at the edge of the tunnel, favoring your fists and feet in a desperate attempt to bludgeon your opponents into submission. Bladed weapons may be more deadly, but you don't want to find out what these vampires are capable of when their vitae flows freely.
Narrowly ducking an attempted grapple, you turn on your left foot, sweeping your opponent's legs out from under him and sending him to the stone floor with a hideous snap of bone. Before you can stand again, however, the other Warlock is on you, ripping and tearing at you with his knife. You endure the pain and pull him closer; his eyes widening at the unexpected tactic as you ignore the rise and fall of the knife, bringing your left fist down on his head. He staggers and drops the blade, but you don't let up, rushing him with a flurry of jabs to the body followed by a right hook to the face that sends him tumbling down into the filth. His face smashes against the brick channel, sending too-white teeth skittering into the dark.
"Agad the Imperishable, watch out!" Lucca yells as a man in a dark, red-spattered coat barrels into you, knocking you to the floor. "My hands full over here," she grunts as you get to your feet. "You got that one?"
"Yeah," you say, squaring up your opponent before he can charge again. Definitely a vampire; no way to know the clan, but clearly allied with the intruders. He claws a rifle from a dead mercenary at his feet and raises it in your direction.