Mithias' brow furrowed dangerously as Rebecca slew the recovering newblood. In his eyes that vampire could have been spared. Rebecca was a blatant murderer and contract breaker, regardless of her affiliation. He glared at her angrily as she delivered a brief, venomous rant about her reasoning, finishing with her point at his throat. One death was already enough for one night. 

Yet the raven answered for him, albeit phrased differently than Mithais would have preferred. No, of course this lowly, SOLDIER scumbag, who couldn't go five minuts without finding himself in another pathetically dire situation, wasn't in his service. Yet Lord Bedivere did not elaborate on their status any further than that. That was when the decapitated head started talking. 

Everyone present were immediately distracted, yet Rebecca maintained vigil on Mithias. The latter seemed to be listening intently to the severed head, obediently remaining where he was. He didn't seem nearly as surprised as the rest of them at the fading monologue. He and Bedivere had figured out who was speaking, and the message was clear. Purge were coming, and Gabriel was not too pleased with the two girls. 

Practically ignoring the point at his neck, Mithias glanced up as Bedivere spoke. ... did he just refer to Gabriel as an 'old codger?' ...but more than that, Mithias had discovered the name of the vampire rebel leader. "Lord Shane?" He paused. "Magnus Shane. So that is who leads the vampire army." 

He looked back to the furious redhead. "Kinslayer. It's true this vampire is not my lord. I do not even know his name. He is my enemy, and yet, even so, he aided me this night, and I have aided you. It's called chivalry. I'm sorry you are unfamiliar with it."

Rhyss announced his uncanny arrival from the back of a 'Bunker Buster.' Given Bedivere, Gabriel, the mostly exterminated newbloods, and Rhyss, Mithias was now beginning to look like Rebecca and Camille's closest friend.

The sight of Rhyss' SOLDIER uniform probably gave Bedivere the signal to depart, as he did so tactfully. "... Catch."

His right blade secured to his side, Mithais was already three feet away from Rebecca's point with a 200-year-old tomahawk in his now free right hand and moving. Simultaneously, as the Kinslayer even began to flinch into her first move, the titanium blade in Mithias' left hand beat hard against her weapon, disrupting her action and forcing her blade aside. He was no longer under immediate threat. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Mithias say Rhyss take aim. "HOLD Rhyss!" He called loudly, standing now a more comfortable distance from Rebecca. Thankfully, no guns were fired. 

Still bearing a look of consternation, the golden-eyed vampire spoke to the girls. "That's quite an interpretation of vampirism, Kinslayer. Your sire certainly knew how to make a monster." He looked as cold as his words. Finally, his head tilted away somewhat, lessening the tension as he beheld her and Camille. "I am Mithias. I am sorry for your past, but we cannot take the time to deliberate philosophy here. The Pruge are headed this way, and you're a vampire. I suggest you come with Rhyss and me. We will be likely to escape together. What say you?"