Well. This was bad. Observing the situation around him, Kami put his excellent brain to work, finding solutions to his current predicament. But the answer inevitably remained the same. He was going to lose. Even with his suit, Magnus and Mo had posed a serious threat. Without it's added speed and strength, he could not hope to challenge 2 Oldbloods at once. Especially whilst fending off this relentless duelist, and the opportunistic werewolf.

Mithias' blades slammed into the armour, the impact forcing back the vampire slayer. Both sides struck one another repeatedly, but neither was able to land the killing blow. Mithias' blades were not the threat however. The heavy and slow sledgehammer had only struck once, but that one hit had dented even Kami's armour. It had not been designed to take serious blunt damage, and powered by the werewolf's superhuman strength every hit was like a speeding train. The creature was too sly to enter range of his blades, as he would have been able to at the very least disable the weapon. It rather jumped from place to place, keeping him on his guard, waiting for the right opportunity to land a second blow.

Well, at leas the wasn't poisoned. Magnus' needles had been far from able to pierce Kami's armour. But this was a small comfort compared to the knowledge of what came next. Because there was only one way he would walk out of this place.

He would need to die. Again.

Kami then did perhaps the most unexpected thing he could have done. An act so strange that it caused even Mithias and Hale to hesitate, suspecting some form of trick. He dropped his swords, the two fortunes sinking inot the stone floor up to the hilt. Their mere weight allowed them to slice through the granite with ease. With a strange hiss, the one remaining mechanism within Kami's suit then activated. Thick clouds of steam emerge from the cracks, but it is not holy. Instead, with surprise, Hale and Mithias noticed that the armour was opening, every movement revealing more steam. It would have been impossible to breathe in that suit, with this much of the stuff compressed into it.

Through the walls of steam a sillouette could be spotted, as the metallic armour crashed to the floor. Taking the opportunity granted by his opponent's surprise, Kami had seemingly removed the only advantage he had had. However, Mithias had already suspected a trick. And even as both Hale and Mo moved in for the kill, he noticed something others might have missed. Something that he would have expected to be there, and yet was oddly absent.

A heartbeat.

Even straining his superhuman hearing as far as he could, he couldn't detect a heartbeat. Previously, he had believed it had been the armour that had blocked his hearing, in order to allow Kami to sneak up on vampires. But even now, without his armour in place, he gave off no signs of life. And even as the steam started to clear, Mithias was suddenly very sure that something was very, very wrong.

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Magnus was in the middle of his torture, leaning down to teach this child a lesson. His pride demanded it of him, that he show this fledgeling the power of an Oldblood. But even as absorbed as he was, he felt it. A change. A shift. Looking back, he felt a darkness within Kami's mind. And when he reached out, his findings nearly stunned him. Gone was the stern devotion, the unending loyalty, the underlying hatred of vampires. Gone was the powerful, structured mind of the genius killer. Once, he had felt a spark. A speck of black deep within the warrior's mind. And now, it seemed to have engulfed him. A hatred beyond hatred, anger and rage that devoured all conscious thought, a cruel hunter's sadistic joy, as if he were gearing up for a kill. A twisted, cruel mind with wicked tendencies not too far from his own, not intelligent but cunning.

Multiple personality disorder? Extreme situational psychosis? Whatever the medical term, Magnus knew what had happened.

Jekyll was gone. And Hyde had entered the house.