A deadly silence fell over the area, but it was different from before. Gabriel looked at Mithias with a strange expression, his face equal parts blank, and full of mixed expressions, so as to be utterly confusings. Mithias was perhaps the most experienced when it came to his father's peculiar personality, but to him this was new. It was quite clear that there was distress in the ancient vampire's eyes, but it seemed impossible. All throughout his existence, Gabriel had seemed like an unreachable entity, something inhuman, greater than life, an image that had only been reinforced the more Mithias had learned. He was not a man, not a vampire, or at least not in the eyes of those around him. He was a force of nature, something to be feared and worshipped but never trifled with. A fickle, demon God. This was a reputation that Gabriel had worked hard to uphold, an image that had, more powerfully than any display of force, cemented him as an object of fear. However, in this moment, Mithias could see a crack in the armor, a sliver of emotion that might alude to the mortal man Gabriel must once have been.

"There are some things that are best left forgotten. Ignorance, after all, is bliss. Treasure it, for it is all that shields you from the harshest of truths." These cryptic words were backed by a sad smile, even as a wave of sensation hit Mithias, like a wall. Sights and sounds screaming around him, as Gabriel's mind hit him with a force he hadn't even known was possible. It was like standing face to face with a tsunami, and even mithias' armor was cracked, opened by hesitation and surprise, for Mithias had always believed himself immune to psychic assault.

And like snow before the summer sun, the glimpes of the past dissapeared from Mithias' mind.

Gabriel sighed, as he straightened, and simply left. The SOLDIER around him stared straight ahead, unmoving and unblinking, their perception of time halted. It was a good thing that they were incapable of sight, not truly. While these images would be recieved, they would never be consciously processed, never to be dug up again. As Gabriel walked out of the camp, he walked with a slumped back, and lines of weariness on his face. For the first time in a long time, he had had to truly exert himself, and it had come at a cost. In this moment of weakness, only Mithias was left to wonder watch, unaffected by the freeze, and severely confused.

Smiling sadly, Gabriel straightened, and walked away into the wind. The SOLDIER would reawaken, and, to them, he would have simply teleported. A magician's parlor trick, to show off a power he didn't truly possess. However, he had different goals, and different ideals. And he had no intention of staying.

Too many bad memories.
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He seemed to come out of nowhere, the vampire in the green suit. One moment, one would have sworn he wasn't there, and the next, it was as if he always had been there, as if it was only natural. Arm outstretched, he caught a grenade in the palm of his hand, looking up to find himself in the middle of what appeared to be a siege. Once more, it seemed, he had walked into something he should have stayed out of, and he couldn't just leave alone. Perhaps it was destiny, perhaps it was just that certain people are drawn to certain events. Whichever it was, Tsukune was sure he would once more nearly die, and most likely it would be at the hands of the oldblood he could see wielding the grenade launcher. It wouldn't be easy trying to halt this attack, the man looked determined to go through with it. Over the last couple of years, Tsukune had become uncumfortably familiar with the eyes of a killer, and whoever this man was, he possessed the look.

With a flash and an explosion, the grenade in Tsukune's hand exploded. He screamed in pain, dropping to his knees as his entire right arm was ripped apart and spread all over the surrounding walls. In retrospect, a cynical and smug part of his brain told him, perhaps catching a live grenade and then standing still to think wasn't the greatest plan he'd ever come up with.

Shut up, brain.

Standing up, Tsukune spit out some blood, and rushed at the Oldblood. He'd definitely lost the element of surprise, as well as one of his arms, and as such there was no better plan than to just rush in and hope for the best. Tsukune knew he couldn't take this man in a fight, he looked like trouble and was far more heavily armed. But he had no doubt he'd be able to do some good, esspecially with the other humans in the small fort doing their part. If he was able to do as much as slow the bastard down, hold him still, it would be mere seconds before some bright-eyed fellow put a bullet between his eyes.

Of course, then he'd have to block the bullet as well. His goal was to get nobody killed, not even the vampire.

Shit. This was a horrible plan.

........ Shut up, brain.