[You certainly have spirit. Although your attitude is yet to be tempered by experience, you have the makings of a warrior. A murderer's heart burns in your chest, doesn't it?]

For the first time in an eternity, Kami no Kage offered up a small chuckle. It had been a long time since he had been faced by one who did not fear him. Detailed microphones detected the subtle beating of a heart, heightened but not rapid. calm and collected excitement, a tinge of fear, but controlled. The fear of one who knew their life would be determined by the actions to come, and yet the determination of one who knew they would not hesitate to make their choice.

[The actions of one person will change the world, for better or for worse. The course of history is written in the blood of the innocent, as the old is burned away by those prepared to do it. Think on that.]

Beneath his mask, Kami no Kage smiled. He turned away, turning his back on his opponent knowingly. Blade at his side, he walked back the way he came, treading over a path of corpses, lined with decapitated heads. White armour stained in blood, the slight hum of engines built into the suit the only sound as he left, somehow moving not a single hair on the bodies he passed.

[And if you do, perhaps you should consider your more immediate choices as well. After all, vampires can see in the dark.]

With a click that could not be heard outside the helmet, the visor switched out of infrared vision, revealing the hallway in all it's bloody glory, in 70 shades of red.