Accepted into the night once more.
Taken into the blackest mist.
To make the code red, redder.

They parted ways, one blade and another, two deaths sent by the divines to purge Kilo Point. A bloodbath to be sure as the corpses dropped. Those who stood in the old vampire's way was cut down, swiftly dispatched like rank amateurs with a single stroke. Not even bothering to greet them as they warranted him to stop, Bedivere's draw was unseen, his approach swift and his re-sheathing clean. To him at least, these humans moved at a crawl, drawing their guns out and shouting for him to stop as he casually drew up his blade from within his umbrella. Long since had it remained out of sight from mortal man, and yet there it was now in the fractions of a second it revealed itself from within the handle of the posh fashion accessory. A tapering edge, sharpened on both sides, mounted to the curved wooden handle. No crossguard, but only a metal blade extending itself out, few would even guess that it was the legendary blade Excalibur. Yet, upon the smooth flat the writings, engraved in the Latin the words "susceperunt" and on the other "adlisisti." For it was the blade which held the power of Excalibur, the pommel, hilt, grip and all the rest were merely a vessel for it. And as such darker and darker did the halls of the Solider Base grow as the light was consumed by the flowing darkness from the reddening blade. Fire as they may into the darkness, the pale lord marks his approach, wading into their wall bullets without a fear nor flinch. He was a creature of the night, and dark. They would learn their bullets would do nothing against the black mist.

All is dead as Bedivere adjusts his cuffs, his appearance changed to that of a man in his mid 20's. His hair still white, his eyes a hungry red, and his power all the same. The old blood had not bothered with using doors, preferring to make his own as he sliced open the walls and pried them open. Cry Bloody murder Mortals. This would surely reduce their chances of a successful counterattack, not that these fools would have lasted any longer against him. For the most part Bedivere came out unscathed, only his suit came out stained from all of it to which he would definitely have to send for cleaning before their next attack. Perhaps it was time to check up on Mithias, surely the boy was capable of dispatching these pathetic humans, but he always managed to get himself into a tight spot. As Bedivere well knew.

"How Quaint." Bedivere commented as he walked in, yes walked in, upon Hank and Mithias. Calm and collected, getting the drop on Hank as the darkness filtered into the room with him. His friend was held up at gun point by this maggot. Wait, no, this one smelled different, he was one of them a child of the night. A child of Mithias. "So, is this your boy My Brother?" A sharp sensation behind his back would suggest to Hank the tip of a blade being held up against him. "If he wants answers, tell him to put the gun down. I would have already killed him if he wasn't your own."