Michael stumbled back, collapsing to his knees before puking up a not-insubstantial-amount of blood. After spitting a few times he weakly muttered, "Damn... hoped I could keep it in long enough... you suck you goody two-shoes vampire." He coughed into his sleeve a few times, when he lowered his arm blood was clearly visible as he rose back to his feet, seemingly steady despite visible paling of his skin and a slightly wheezy breath. He pointed his sword at Beyond's heart, saying, "Curse my good form. I should've just crushed you into a pulp with my telekinesis at the start instead of seeking a proper fight like the english gentleman that I am." He started walking towards Beyond again, taking care to step over the puddle of blood he had vomited, his sword point aimed dead center for Beyond's heart.