Dresden smiled. "such promising spirit. Rage lef tunchecked makes us but beasts. Control without rage makes us humans. It is the combination that makes us vampires." Dresden stood relaxed, as he sheathed the crimson blade. "You have much to learn, my son. You do not yet know of the Old Ways, nor of our hierarchy. You are New Blood. One who has been blooded not one moon ago cannot challenge me." Dresden stepped aside, moving into the circle of vampires, as they made place for him. "If you wish to earn that right, you must prove your worth through valor. You shall fight my other son."
The vampire stepped from the crowd. He stepped with skill and grace, the mark of years of ingrained training, combined with a vampire's natural athletic abilities. He wore the armor of a SOLDIER, covered in blood. At his side is a grenade launcher, and on his back, a military crossbow. Johnathan smiled, although it was a sad smile, his yellow slitted eyes resting upon Matt. "It's been a while, has it not? Well, two days. But I think it must feel like forever to us both."