In short, it was pretty pathetic, but that's what happens when you provoke someone you can't afford to mess with.
This sudden outburst of violence seemed to have terrified whoever was backing the blonde hunk. In the two days since his defeat, no one had come to rescue him, and the other two vampire hunters were nowhere to be seen.
Aside from Araragi Koyomi "kindness" in bringing him food a few times, Jibril and Think weren't about to perform any acts of charity. It was a miracle they hadn't killed him on the spot. That he was still breathing wasn't due to Jibril feeling merciful; it was because the blonde man was also a vampire. His vitality wasn't quite on the level of a pure-blood, but it was still formidable.
To be precise, he was a half-vampire. According to his own confession, his mother was a normal human and his father was a pure vampire. Only six years had passed since his birth, though Sū ěr felt he could easily pass for a teenager based on his height and appearance.
So, you have Jibril—who is thousands of years old but looks like a little girl—mercilessly thrashing a vampire who is six years old but looks like an adult. Does the world condemn this behavior? How would the law even define this?
Then there's the half-blood blonde guy, out to crusade against a pure vampire, only to end up in this state... Really, why must vampires make life so hard for other vampires?
"Actually, based on my examination, there aren't three vampire hunters. There should be four," Think said leisurely, crossing one leg over the other. When she wasn't immersed in her "research," she could maintain an air of elegance even in the middle of nowhere.
"Four?" Araragi was startled. Unlike Think and Jibril, who couldn't be bothered with the vampire, all the information he'd relayed to Sū ěr had come from his conversations with her.
Given that he was now Heart-under-blade's thrall—her only thrall—Araragi didn't think she would lie to him.
Kiss-shot Acerola-orion Heart-under-blade. That was the vampire girl's full name.
"Correct," Think nodded.
"...Even though Kiss-shot lost her limbs, the two hunters who came with Episode held two limbs between them. It wasn't a 'one limb per person' distribution," Araragi explained quickly, assuming the beautiful, [large-breasted] Elf had misunderstood something. "Episode" was the blonde guy currently regenerating in the drum downstairs.
"I didn't mean it in such a shallow sense. Do you think I wouldn't consider something that even a human monkey like you could figure out?"
"Monkey... fine. Monkey it is."
Araragi was momentarily speechless. To be honest, this wasn't the first time he'd been called a monkey over the last few days. He'd developed a terrifying psychological adaptation to it, reasoning that since she was a non-human entity, it was only natural for an "alien" to see no difference between a human and a monkey.
So, I'm not the monkey. All Earthlings are monkeys! All humans are monkeys!
Araragi nodded inwardly, satisfied. He had "won" the argument.
Think glanced at the high schooler with disdain. If it weren't for Sū ěr curious gaze, she wouldn't have bothered explaining further.
"The loss of limbs is just a surface issue. According to what the 'high school monkey' pried out of that trash downstairs, their trophies were merely a few limbs. But the number of limbs isn't what matters," Think said, pointing a finger toward her own left chest. "I didn't expect a basic check-up to reveal something so interesting."
"Haven't you noticed it yourself? Your heart is missing."
As Think words fell, everyone's eyes shifted to the vampire girl who had been standing silently in the corner. Faced with such a grave revelation, she finally broke her silence.
"...Since when... did thou examine me?"
Compared to Araragi Japanese or the Japanese Sū ěr had learned at his part-time jobs, the vampire girl's speech was much more archaic. It was like someone giving a lecture on classical literature, immediately betraying her immense age.
Thinking about it, the only ones in this room who could truly be called "young" were Sū ěr and Araragi... though one man was shamelessly fudging his age.
"Whenever I felt interested," Think said bluntly before turning curious. "But since you haven't checked yourself after consuming a leg, is it possible the heart might grow back? Hmm, that would be an interesting research topic."
"...No need." Reminded by Think, Kiss-shot seemed to realize her heart had been lost at some unknown point. She pressed her hand to her chest, feeling for a moment, and confirmed it. "I believe I know who it was."
Her vampire nature granted her an impeccable memory. Within a few breaths, she had scanned every anomaly and potential moment of theft in the days leading up to the attack.
"There really is someone else?" Araragi grew tense. Whether as a thrall or out of... ahem... personal interest, he was deeply worried this hidden enemy might hurt Kiss-shot.
"Yes. A man," Kiss-shot narrowed her eyes. "Looked to be in his thirties. Messy short blonde hair, wearing a pink shirt. He must have taken my heart during that split second of my daze."
"But, you... how?" Araragi gestured wildly, struggling to find the words.
No one knew the changes in his body better than he did. If he used to be an ant, he was now a human in an ant's eyes. He had an effectively immortal body, healing capabilities that outstripped any medicine, and strength that had multiplied dozens of times over. He couldn't carry cars around before, and those were just the basics.
He was like a superhero from a manga.
And he was merely Kiss-shot's thrall. If he was this strong, Kiss-shot's own power had to be exponentially greater, especially with her centuries of experience. Under those circumstances, how could someone just... take her heart so easily?