(Note on the explosives: Actually, my idea was to use atmospheric changes to get an electrical discharge, and let that set them off. It would obviously be a high level trick, even for a very old vampire, but my real goal was just to get rid of the building and the explosives. I'm trying to have a SWORDfight here: What's with the bombs?
Ammaranth would have turned to mist to avoid the attacks, but mist has been done in so many movies, he thought it might seem a little cliche. So instead he turned to dust, floating in the moonlight as it broke through the clouds. Mostly, anyway. He retained enough tangibility to keep a semblance of his form, mostly in his cloak, which was being ripped to shreds. "And it was such a nice cloak, too. That particular weave hasn't been done in nearly a century."
When the flurry of ravens subsided, he made his way, slow and deliberate, back to the catwalk he'd waited on at the beginning of the fight. "You know, I don't recall ever seeing Motoko fire a gun, much less a missle launcher. Is this really the kind of fight you think she'd like?"
Ammaranth paused to level his sabre, pointing it directly at the Grey Fox. "I said at the beginning that it was my intention to leave my "abilities" out of this. I want to fight YOU, Fox. Not a suit."
And he resumed his original guard, the one he'd taken at the fight's beginning.