Both Rhyss and Mithias heard the broadcast from General Matt on the master channel. So the human leader was in fact alive, and he informed them that some kind of backup would be arriving. Although they were already at the forest, both vampire likely doubted much of their cohort would be retreating to join them. Mithias picked up his communicator. "General. I'm glad you're alive. Tell the SOLDIER fighters to focus on the Purge. I'm going try to convince the vampires to assist us."

Movement against the backdrop of black, silhouetted trees drew Mithias' attention, and he hung up his com. "Rhyss. We have company." A vampiress just tore apart a Purge warrior and was heading right for them in an offensive manor. Mithias had momentarily forgotten about the Native American relic in his belt and drew his vampire-specific weapons and faced her. 

"How did you get that?" She barked.

Bedivere's words recalled to his mind as he realized she was looking at the tomahawk. "Show it to the right person, and perhaps you will gain yourself a temporary ally... She should know the significance of this little axe."

She. Well, this was a she, and it could serve him no better than to broach the subject of an alliance with her right now. Seeing as how he woman vampire stopped momentarily to consider the multitude of ways she might rip his head off after she got by his swords and Rhyss' guns, Mithias made a move. "It was given to me." He said truthfully as he returned one of his weapons and pulled out the old axe. "Catch." He tossed it to her more gently than it had last been tossed. "I gain nothing by killing you right now, vampire. We both have bigger problems. The Purge is our common enemy, and I would much rather they not walk away from this battle the final victors. Help us defeat them."

Of course, even after an alliance, SOLDIER and the Vampires would be left to deal with each other. Their agendas still conflicted. Mithias knew he could never fully trust the rebels.