Magnus shot forward, fast as a blur, blades shining bright, before he suddenly and inexplicably took a nosedive into the floor. It took him less than a second to move back onto his feet, facing Kami no Kage. What the vampire had perceived that the present humans had missed was the flashing blade, aimed for decapitation. Instead of firing, however, the Purge agents pulled back - moving in without Hazmat gear was suicide, and without their equipment they would serve as little more than fodder against the vampires that would surely attack soon. They moved higher into the building, instead taking the role of scouts and observers. If any forces were to move towards the airport they would be aware of it, and by extension so would Kami no Kage.

[Your actions have branded you a fool, a heretic, and a weakling. Let us see how long you may survive against my blade.]

Kami no Kage's monotone voice droned through the device located faintly above his mouth. Normally, he would not have spoken - those who were soon to die deserved no words. However, any action by Magnus' allies within this duel might tip the balance, and by drawing on the Oldblood's pride he hoped to increase his chances of victory. Not that it would make much of a difference, of course.

Dashing forward, Kami no Kage swung his blade high and then low, moving with perfect form. Even as Magnus moved to parry, he found the blade elusively slipping between his own weapons, and heading towards his neck. It was a style of fighting in which weapons barely met, rapid thrusts and short swings performed at inhuman speed. A martial art of swordfighting, erected to the point of perfection. Magnus found himself unable to even get close without the blade threatening to end him, and to trap it between the two of his own seemed to be as reliable a plan as catching a shadow in a net.

It was not a wonder that Kami no Kage had defeated so many Oldbloods, those with the greatest tendency to underestimate humans. Over the years, his equipment had only grown greater, allowing him to match the vampire's speed and strength. His skill was unparralelled, besides by the greatest swordfighters in history. And his ability to predict attacks was almost superhuman.

He was the perfect man for the job.

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Far in the distance, obscured by the rapidly falling veil of darkness, a series of planes was heading towards the scene. This was highly illegal, of course, but it was little compared to the previous crimes of the Purge. On board was a massive version of the weapon often dubbed as the baptizer, a smoke machine-like device that would generate a thick fog of water vapour. Holy Vapour, blessed and injected with a single drop of Dead Man's Blood. It would burn lesser vampires to a crips, as their skin shriveled and scorched. Even Oldbloods would be severely weakened by it's presence.

Soon, the entire area would be bathed in white mist - born anew, one might say. They would sanctify the air with the tools of their Lord, and the Earth with the blood of the impure.