Facing his nemesis after all this time was almost euphoric, even if the bullet in the creature's head pissed it off instead of incapacitating it.
"Hey, blood breath, would it have killed you to shower before coming out to play?" Jaxon taunted. He wanted the vampire to focus on him, giving Trent time to scoop up Thea and put her somewhere safe. Although true safety wouldn't happen until Roderick died.
"You!" Roderick spat the word, and Jaxon grinned.
"Yes, me. What's wrong, Roddy baby, don't know how to fight without the mind games? Let me remind you." The satisfying crunch of his fist meeting the monster's face was one he'd treasure for as long as he lived, which, judging by the vampire's fury, would probably be seconds. The fact that the creature laughed even though Jaxon had crushed his nose really wasn't a good sign.
"I don't need to control your mind to take you down. I. Am. Stronger!" Roderick dove on him, pummeling him with his fists.