Limping, bleeding, and agonizing with each breath, Mithias kept to the shadows in the darkness and moved into the trees. SOLDIER would be after him promptly, and if they had any Elite Agents, then... SMACK! 

...something like this could happen. 

Mithias saw stars briefly and hit the ground on his back. Quickly, he drew one of his blood-letting daggers to defend himself in the inevitable case the vampire jumped on him. Casual fool! Injury and blood loss and this damnable cross had weakened him, delayed his reactions, and dulled his senses. He could very well be killed tonight for his string of mistakes, and that realization did not come without an instinctive fear. 

At first he saw a mask, then the memory came back to him as if it were all only minutes ago. Could it truly be?!?! 

"...Now, we finish what we started, only this time, I have the upper hand, asshole."

Mithias blinked in disbelief. An ironic mix of dread and elation filled him as he looked up on the pale features and fangs so much like his own. "...Hank?" He said with mild astonishment and a tinge of pride, knowing the name of the first ever child he had tried to turn. The vampire was on the ground at sword point, or machete-point rather. Oh, how hateful he had been when he had made Hank, and now how he regretted it. Karma was a bitch. 

But it seemed the hunter's vengeance would be delayed, and angels have black wings as well as white. Lord Bedivere had been following Mithias and suddenly dashed in to grab him painfully away. Mithias had no time to speak to his child. The elders speed was accelerated by darkness, which was one of his powers, and the two vanished away in a blur that even a vampire like Hank could not keep up with. So, Hank had lost his target. He was probably furious about it.

Some distance away, on a flat rock in a clearing with a view of the city, Bedivere lay down his wounded ally. The deceleration was not too different from landing a highspeed jet, if not a bit rougher, but it was still disorienting and irritated Mithias' wounds. 

Mithias propped himself up on his hands, awash with a humble sense of gratitude. "Bedivere... I was so careless." Mithias was upset with himself. Certainly Bedivere had been watching and had seen it all. "I deserve this pain. Let it seal my memory, so that my lesson is learned." Nonetheless, the old knight anointed him. It would do no good for Mithias to be unnecessarily weakened if he was taking him back into the city tonight. 

Mithias rose up as the sky darkened unnaturally, shrapnel and bullets extruding themselves form his wounds, and he looked at his rescuer. "I will fight by your side until the end of my days, brother. But.. . tonight? Should you and I attack the city and SOLDIER base together now? What of Mohowauuk and Magnus? Just now, I told one of their agents that we would attack them with a massive force and advised them to surrender. They will lose heart and flee, and the base will be ours with far fewer vampire casualties." 

Mithias had studied bedivere long enough to know what he was thinking by his expression and demeanor. He was eager for battle. Mithias' words did not matter. "Very well." The younger agreed. "But there is one more thing." He spoke up as they re-entered the city in a more obscure and casual fashion. Mithias noted the dead hobo in the alley. "Bedivere, my child is here."