Mithias waited patiently while Lady Mo examined the artifact. Her arrogance was not unexpected. Pride plagued vampire kind like a curse. The old adage that power corrupts never rang more true than among immortal kind. Mithias glanced past Lady Mo to the horizon where the sky was beginning to brighten. "The night ends." He said, indicating that dawn would be upon them soon. "It's too late. The vampires will retreat with the darkness, leaving the Purge to occupy Kilo Point. SOLDIER's reinforcements will arrive tomorrow to deal with them. This battle will be between the mortals, yet I fear they may come to terms that are not to our benefit. Humans simply do not fight so hard for the sake of vampires than for the sake of their own kind. I'm afraid the burden falls to us to ensure our own survival." Mithias looked stoically at Mo. "How many of you are there left?"