Blood reached the outskirts of Kilo Point in a a few hours, he inhaled sharply, gathering the scents of those around him. A few humans, some new bloods, several older vampires. So, the rumors were true. He grinned and continued walking down the street into the city, hunched over to the left, dragging his blade against the ground an eerie scraping sound echoing through the city.

A few new bloods stared at him for a moment, wondering if they should attack him or not. One decided to pounce, Blood doubled around and grabbed it by the throat, he tightened his grip hydraulics hissing. After successfully crushing the throat of the vampire completely he tossed them aside, if they weren't too terribly young they'd heal from the injury fully in a day or so.

He turned grinning at the remaining if the group "Any more of you want to try? Go on, please. I was bored, after all." He spoke. They all looked at each other with a 'let's get the hell out of here' look and did just that.

Blood chuckled lowly "Foolish new-bloods thinking they could take me on.." he muttered to himself. "Enough of these pathetic whelps you call a vampire! I'm here to speak to a leader of WAR!" He bellowed, "WHERE IS MAGNUS SHANE? I WISH TO FIGHT IN THIS LITTLE WAR GAME AND COAT THE COUNTRY IN THE BLOOD OF THE HUMANS!" 

He continued his trek through the city, towards the square. Confident whoever would answer would either be there or follow him, if not, they were truely foolish to turn down the aide of a creature designed entirely for killing.

He blinked, transferring his vision to thermal. If the pathetic humans tried to ambush him while he walked, he'd be ready.