Porthos thinks the smaller one is going to be swifter, quicker on her feet, and he needs to dispose of the man as quickly as he can. With one last drive to the vampire's face, Porthos unearths his blade and takes abject pleasure putting it through his eye, shifting his sword to his other hand to lift it up and cut at the neck, sending the head tumbling aside.

"You need some help?" he roars, the echo of victory on his words.