Either this particular individual was used to flying wolves, or he's used to killing. Either way, Dio can appreciate watching someone else work, trained skill is always admirable. With the escape of the villager towards what is presumably safety, there's not much else to be concerned about for the moment.

Well. For Dio. He's on the defensive side. 47 is on the offensive, and would likely have to go looking for targets soon. "Wonderful! I've always been fond of ethnic cuisine, but interdimensional is far more exotic." The goblin, still kicking and struggling, isn't getting anywhere, especially as the vampire's fingers dig in a little better. In fact the thing seems to be shriveling up.

"Are you with the assault team, or defense?"