Lady Mohowauuck stood up from the table gracefully and laid her hand on Hunter's shoulder. "It's time to see what you are really made of, my child." Her tone was laced with both kindness and hope. She lead the way out the door and through the underground corridors with Hunter at her heels. Mo's progeny was feeling obviously nervous, it was practically coming off of her in waves, and Lady Mo couldn't help but wonder why. Lady Mohowauuck honestly couldn't recall the last time she felt such a feeling.

At the surface, the stench of battle rose all the way to the sky. Mechanical weapons and machinery tainted the air with a sour rankness. It didn't take long for Mo to realize that this war wasn't as black and white as she would have liked. Not only were their humans versus humans, but their were vampires seeking to kill other vampires. The first thing she could more than approve of, but the second, that was an absolute abomination. A vampire taking the humans' side made them just as dead to her as any human.

Thick fog hung in the air, blocking out a big portion of the ongoing fight. Fools, when would they realize that nature would always rule over human mechanics. Lady Mo looked over her shoulder and took in a deep breath. At Lady Mohowauuck's exhale, a huge windstorm blew through the area. The force of the wind was not only enough to completely clear the fog away, but also to knock over a few warrior's caught unawares. The gusts showed no promise of surrender at any time soon. 

"A true warrior will look their opponent in the eye as they slay them, not cower in the shadows." she said bravely and took on a battle stance.