Irene
Straining her functional limbs, Irene leaped to the side in face of the intimidating onslaught. The blade missed her squarely, overextended into a piercing attack to end her life, with the burning hazards sailing by her with mad threshing, giving her the one instant she required.
The vampire stepped inside his open guard and took a sharp, resounding breath with what was left of her lungs. And a current of energy, as dangerous to her it was to him, rippled through her veins along her arm, focusing on her fist.
"Irene Maiden," she said in that brief moment, before throwing a final, empowered punch at his chest. The Ripple!
A wave of life energy struck Lorenzo with the puissance of the sun, golden sparks and burning force slamming into his body along with the physical force of the blow. Irene's fist pushed him away, bursting from her at the elbow with the remaining pressure she could conjure in her blood, just as it dissolved into nothing.
The vampire ran past him, leaping away and out of the building through a window, with faint expectations that wouldn't kill him. His mien left no doubt he was an unliving creature of some sort, but sunlight might not count among his weaknesses, with how he seemed at home with flames.
Even lessened, however, Irene held confidence it her art's ability to stun him.