Praetor nodded to it all he didn't like it all he knew it was true. He looked at Beatrix and Mithias as they volunteered themselves. "Alistair you don't get to make that choice, killing Lucian does nothing to solve this, what would should I walk in there now and kill the boy? Any of you could be the next target, Morven, gods help us could be taken. So either you shrink away and wait for both our clans to become ruins and Dracula to raise up those who follow or we strike him down." He got up and walked away from the chair slowly advancing towards the Blackmoore Clan head. "You would shrink back from this? Cower from that which will take your power, your station, and the city you call home?" 

He looked between them all. "I though the Blackmoore's warriors and fighters, eager to win every battle. Perhaps Alistair you have simply weakened your clan, I know that when I faced them many years before they were much stronger." He stopped beside the man. "So tell me once more what you plan to do? Run and forget? Drink and party until he stands at your doorstep ripping through your clan? I will have been long dead by that time, Klaus would abandon this place. Morven perhaps could hold him off, then what? Run to another city? How long before he comes their? You shrink from this you may as kill your clan yourself. No one escape's Dracula, ask every other Vampire whose faced him." He stood their just staring at him, Praetor stared at him mockingly,as if to tell him he could go, he had no use for the coward.