[@BurningCold][@The Grey Dust][@Legion-114][@remipa awesome]

As the vampire stood, shocked by the scene before him, he didn't even notice the sleek possession of his shadow by another force, another sinister being, because there HE was, after so much time, time that was probably nothing to the white-haired old fiend that dared address him. The sight of the grey knight, that sorely missed, long-winded and steady voice that revealed so much with the slightest inflection, sitting across from the flamingly handsome Adam O'Neal, triggered a switch deep down inside the heart. Mithias' hair visibly bristled as he felt it, inexplicable hatred. 

"You..." He trembled, about to break like a dam. His once innocent and sparkling eyes took on a red light. Clawed hands reached for his swords. "You LIAR!" He shouted harshly. Like a shadow of black, Mithias charged without warning. Although he seemed to be aiming right for Adam, the oldblood could see that that golden gaze was trained strictly on Bedivere. Mithias flew past Adam in a ruffle of cloth and wind with a first slash at the old knight. The furniture did not survive. 

Nothing short of a swordfight ensued with no explanation. Mithias attacked Bedivere with an unbridled fervor that surely had a profound reason to it. Bedivere had no choice but to be driven back, out of his seat, losing his horrid cup of tea, forced to focus on two titamnium blades that heeded no parry. In his anger, Mithias just kept the pressure on, continuously attacking. Like fangs, his swords sought blood like a starved fledgling just released from its cage. Indeed, he had himself been starving all this time.

He compelled Bedivere to move, dodge, bend, parry, flip a table over only for it to be promptly sliced in half, yet Bedivere did all this with a tired expression. The sound of the air being cut by those blades was crisp and beautiful. In his emotion, Mithias was completely without hesitation and his swings carried real intent. The moves he used were clearly expert and deadly serious and would have found flesh on anyone less than godlike in their defense. Bedivere had sparred with him before, but had never seem him so serious. Of course, his defense was flawless as usual, but the battle was one-sided without him attacking in return. 

To Mithias, not Adam, nor Victor, Hank, the flashing monitor screen, nor anything existed outside of cutting into Bedivere in that moment.