To the teeth.

Together, Lightning and Mithias made a perfect Goth couple. All Lightning needed, with her spikey blonde hair, was black lipstick. Nonetheless, they were given clearance and entred the armory. Mithias lifted a metal garage door and cast his sight into every dark corner. Most of the equipment was made for human use. There was all kinds of armor, cammo, night vision, laser trackers, explosives, and every variety of what Mithias would consider to be lightweight guns. Mithias gravitated towared the explosives and chemicle weapons, mildly aggrivated that he had to pass a wall of crosses, blessed weapons, mirrors, and holy water. "Not a word." He said to Lightning, as he covered his eyes and passed through. 

Mithias himself pretty much exclusively fought vampires, but of course, a lot of the weapons that worked on them also worked against himself. Flash bombs were a good example. They worked on humans, but were great against vampires. He could make use of them as long as he knew when they were going off. He also took regular grenades, smoke bombs, and something unusual, a glue bomb. Wary of the "Holy" corner, Mithias frowned disapprovingly at some clearly useless antivampire devices: a net launcher, and a I-kid-you-not wooden stake thrower. Some humans still couldn't get over old superstition. Something however caught his eye. He picked up what looked like a handheld crossbow, made of modern materias of course, and smirked approvingly. It fired bolas... 5 rounds, nylon cables. "Now that would surprise me." He smiled and took the bola gun. Two, FN 5-7's with armor piercing rounds later, Mithias met Lightning and a courier outside. 

"Package for you sir." The courier sad, hand-delivering a black case.

"Thank you." 

Setting the case on a nearby shelf, Mithias unlocked it. Noticing Lightning's glance, he answered her question before she could ask. "Some useful tools of mine. I had them sent before I left California." Inside were two steel vambraces and three, fairly long, serrated black daggers, each with wirting down one side of the blade and a midline rivulet and an eye-hole near the base of the blade. "Often times, a vampire's life doesn't end in a single, swift action. To kill one could require an arduous battle. They must be fatigued, immobilized, bled to weakness... and that is what these are for. They are designed to be difficult to pull out, and to keep the wound open and bleeding." The three blades were named, "Blooddrinker," "Heartseeker," and "Soulstealer." Mithias put on the vambraces, his only physical defense, and put two of the daggers aside his swords and one on a holster on his leg. "Shall we go into the city?"