A nod from the shadow-enveloped, icy-eyed vampire was a silent agreement, at least for the moment, they were not enemies. Mithias focused his attention then on the approaching vampire rebels, directing his blades away from the two girls as the three were surrounded and jeered at. Up to this point, his eyes and his uniform had done his talking for him. 

Mithias did a quick double-take as Rebecca kissed Camille. It was not unusual for sire and fledgling to be tightly bonded, nor for such intimacy to possibly be sexual, so it was logical to presume that was their relationship. Their sincere passion did not escape him, and for a brief moment, his eyes were drawn to those soft pink lips and exposed supple cleavage. Yet this was hardly the time to... Suddenly Mithias realized that this act was not only a taunt to the enemy but a distraction tactic. He didn't know that Rebecca posessed a charm ability, but such a power was not unfamiliar to him. He noticed the jeers and insults quieted to silence as the vampire attackers couldn't help but watch. 

"My men are not here." Mithias answered quietly while Camille recovered from her swoon. "Nor can I account for their behvior if you were to run into them. These vampires..." He jerked his head at them. "...are rebels and contract breakers who are attacking Kilo Point. I do not know who is leading them, bu I intend to find out."

"You!" Mithias barked loudly and pointed his right blade at them, jarring them out of their fascination. The bright metal of his titanium sword swept its aim slowly across the line of misguided younglings surrounding them. He spoke to them sternly with an air of disappointment. "You are all foolish pawns, children. Leave while you still can and live long enough to recover from your ignorance. Don't throw your lives away to my blades." Mithias was angry, but his voice was strangely devoid of hate. It was clear that he did not want to kill these vampires, but he would. Something besides vengeance must have served as his motivation. Did he not regret his turning? Did he truly not hate his own kind? It certainly was interesting. 

Of course at this point the fight began. Minds are so difficult to change, especially in large groups. The three vampires proved to be thrice as deadly while working as a team. The SOLDIER vampire was capable of astonishing speed, far more than these slack opponents, yet he seemed to hardly ever call upon it. He was clearly experienced with dual weilding, and fought as though he had eyes in the back of his head. Mithias didn't even need to look behind him to strike in that direction, which he did, much to his enemy's surprise. 

At some point, when it was clear they had the upper hand and the rest of the vampires fled, Mithias spoke to his new female allies. "Clearly, you are not part of this bloodthirsty rebellion. Who are you, and why do you fight rather than flee? The Purge is here as well. It's SOLDIER's job to defend the city. You need not risk your necks..."

Just then, a familiar raven spoke up from atop the arrow-shot vampire from earlier, addressing the three with reasonable suggestions. Mithias stopped, recognizing Bedivere, although not yet knowing his name. He did not take any defensive action against him. 

With a solem expression, Mithias replied admittedly, "... SOLDIER is going to fall, if it hasn't already. Two armies at once are more than enough to overwhelm them, which leaves nothing but the Purge and the rebel vampires to vye for claim to the base and its weapons. I certainly give no credit to the cause of the Purge, but I cannot condone a revolution that would result in the enslavement of humanity and the creation of a vampire-nation." He looked the bird in its beady black eyes. "But my will is only second to the will of the one who saved my life, for I died only hours ago, staked through my heart. I will search until I learn Gabriel's will and satisfy it." If Mithias had any inkling of why he had been so favored, he didn't reveal it.

Those golden eyes then shifted to the body of the vampire the raven had been perched upon. "This young vampire is going to awaken soon. My arrows are laced with cyanide. It kills humans, but quickly wears off on vampires, depending on their healing ability." As if on que, the youngling began to move.