Seras
The vampire's eyes widened as he managed to dodge the punch, only to respond with a swift kick to her head on the seemingly armless side. With the speed of his response, the kick landed cleanly, the impact knocking Seras off her feet with a crack, bringing her to a hard landing against the shattered ground, her neck bent at an unnatural angle. With the lull in the fighting offered by that, Seras took a moment to re-evaluate her opinion of the man. Perhaps he wasn't a vampire hunter like Father Anderson, but he certainly knew what he was doing.
Deciding she might as well get up, the vampire pushed herself up to her feet, her neck soon snapping back into place on its own, as if the kick had never landed in the first place.
"Not bad...Garou, did you say?" Seras mused, wondering if this was how her Master had felt when he'd met Anderson, "Not bad at all."
With that, she grabbed hold of a nearby car, the metal crinkling under her grip like tinfoil, and heaved it right at him with all the force she could muster.