Just when he thought things couldn't possibly get any worse, Mithias nearly flinched at the unexpected presence of his fledgling son. This was not good at all. Between the two of them, Mithias had to keept his eye on Kami however, as he listened to Hank's demands. 

Magnus gave him a telling look from the ground., but whatever message he had tried to telepathically send to Mithias unfortunately fell on a deaf mind. Mithias was permanently warded from any mental influence, even communication. Still, the elder vampire's meaning was clear. Magnus then seemed to shift his focus toward Hank.

Mithias furrowed his brow. His constant threat was the only thing potentially keeping Kami from severing Magnus' neck at this moment. He tried to keep his focus, but he had to answer Hank. It might be his last words. he pulled a speech together piece by peace.

"There is no running from this, child. I will not abandon those I love. If I survive, we'll talk, if I don't, you won't either. Kaminokage will kill you without a second thought, and maybe you think that's all well and good, and that humanity would be better off, but the truth is that it would be a tragedy. Gods were never meant to die, Hank. WE have a purpose. Our very nature is to live forever, to be caretakers of our human brethren, to chronical history, and to prune the mortal tree throughout time. We are destined to ascend..." Mithias felt like he was straining to explain something he himself could barely grasp. His realization had grown to the point he was hitting on something deep and primal, some basic truth that had been stolen and hidden away from vampirekind since the dawn of time. "But as gods, we require blood sacrifice, and we must learn to be gracious to those who provide it. Blood is worship, my son. You must have faith." There was no way a mere fledgling could fathom what Mithias was beginning to comprehend. To Kaminokage, it was blasphemy.

Mithias couldn't afford to say any more. "Now Kaminokage. You've kept the life of one extremely mentally fucked up god under your blades for long enough. It's time to end this." Mithias mentally let go of Hank, giving his trust that his own blood wouldn't intervene. He and Hale squared, or rather triangled, off with Kami. The moment silently agreed upon, Mithias struck with his right weapon, a downward slash that he would either allow to land or break his wrist in a tactical yield when the inevitable parry came up with the intent to cleave his titanium edge. Whether or not that happened, Mithias chained a thrust with his left behind it to Kami's midsection that would hopefully be left unguarded. The very careful dance had begun as the two (+/- Hale) combatants began studying each other.