On a rooftop just outside the Kingsley's front gate, Mithias glared down at what he found was a human in a barrel of shit. He growled, cautious before attacking anyone with explosives. Although it had been rare he had ever encountered any very powerful vampires, or humans with powerful weapons, there could always be one. ...doubtful he would be raving in a barrel of shit though.

"I'm a murderous monster?!" It wasn't that Mithias wasn't, but that the accusation was coming from a psychopath who just blew up an occupied building. Just then, an object came flying at his face from the other vampire, a flask. Thanks to his speed, Mithias was able to react in time to parry the flask, but of course his blade cut right through it, shattering the glass and covering himself with the acid. Gasping, terrified, Mithias lept backward over the rooftop and stumbled, falling off the house onto the street below. "My eyes!!" He cried, as the acid burned into his flesh. Unable to see, and fearing a followup attack, Mithias forced himself up and held his swords defensively outward. Blood dripped from melted flesh onto the ground beneath him as he both whimpered and growled. Pain seared him. He grabbed at his chest and sank down, trying to focus on the commotion around him. "Stay away from me!" He shouted at the humans who had come to investigate him.