Praetor chuckled watch his face. "My power allows me to summon those I've command throughout my life, I'm a necromancer. I've got Roman legions, British pilots, and many more at my beck and call. Before you say it, yes I am rather old, but I am not insane. I simply spent my time hunting and killing vampires thought out Europe and America, I am only here because this is the first reasonable clan I've ever come across." He threw the blood bag in the trash and sat down pulling his sword from it's scabbard and cleaning cloth, gently he began to clean the blade almost like a child being cradled by it's father. "I notice you were staring at the blade, yes I know it's a relic of a weapon but it's art, I've studied just about every sword technique out there, my soldiers make up the difference. Hard to argue with a thirty American's blasting fully automatic weapons and chucking grenades."