The vampires on their crucifixes screamed, Dresden heard his son call out to him, and smiled. Perfect. The bloodlust was strong in him. His voice rang out from the forest, as the vampires set about clearing an arena, removing the trees. "Come, my son! If you wish to face me, you will have to do so in the wild, where vampires should always fight!" Dresden laughed, as he brandished his crimson blade, standing in the middle of the clearing, as his pack formed a semicircle around the makeshift arena. Mouths drooled, and small growls could be heard under the screaming. Blood would be spilled.