Tyrannus used his claymore with a surprising amount of skill. Most fighters who used claymores weren't completely used to the weight of the massive sword, and were often put off balance by it. I blocked his first attack with a one handed swing, but he quickly regained his composure and swung at my side, forcing me to either jump or toss my sword to my other hand and block the attack. I jumped aside, and took the opportunity to stab out at Tyrannus' exposed side. I put enough strength into the thrust that the blade of my sword punched through his plate mail, and poked into his flesh. He gasped in pain as blood trickled from the wound. I kicked him in the wound after I pulled my sword blade from it, and he cried out as he fell onto his opposite side. His claymore went skittering across the stone floor, and he grew angered. He drew a dagger from his belt and whipped it at me. The blade slammed into my chest, and I looked down at it before pulling it from the wound. "What are you? Stupid?" I said, throwing the dagger at the ground. Tyrannus whimpered. "You can't kill a vampire with weapons such as this." I said, and I stabbed the blade of my sword through the gap between Tyrannus' helmet and his cuirass, punching deep into his throat. Blood trickled down his neck from the wound as he slowly died, and I walked away from him as he lay on the ground. "We're free. Lets blow this place away." I said.