Wulfric looked after the proxy disdainfully, as he leapt off the roof. "Ah, the air-headedness and callousness of youth. You can't help those who don't consent to it, alas." Without skipping a beat, the vampire sheathed his sword and walked towards the remaining proxy, getting very close. "I'll ask only one more time. Have you seen the killer? At this pace, he might've already fled."