Izzy tensed at the sound that came from deep within the monstrous vampire’s chest before she realized it was only the world’s most intimidating sigh.
	She cocked her head slightly as he spoke, calling her “rare” and the mouthful-of-a-title she recalled Cerasus using when she first met him.
	“[i]Fifty--[/i]” She stared at him for a moment, his sheer mountainous size almost making her reconsider so she would not have to fight him. But just almost.
	[i]I can do this,[/i] she thought in a weak attempt at building her confidence. 
	She swallowed hard and took a deep, quivering breath. “Thanks,” she strengthened her stance, “but I’d rather not be a part of your 'kill first, ask questions later' collection.”