Izzy held her breath, watching Cerasus’ reaction with anticipation.
	“[i]Human?[/i]” Izzy repeated incredulously, thinking back to the speed at which the man had moved, speed far more superior than any human she had ever heard of, and how both Cerasus and Riley reacted to the topic.
When Cerasus finished, she blinked and raised her eyebrows.
	“Guillotine Cutter,” she said slowly, making sure they were still talking about the same person. “Punk-rocker hair,” she moved her hands above her head, pretending to lift her hair into crazy spikes, “and enough metal in his face to give all airport security in a hundred-mile radius a heart attack? That guy. An [i]archbishop?[/i] What, he a Van Helsing wannabe or something?” She ran a hand down her face. Though she had seen to an extent the damage holy relics could do to vampires, the full gravity of the title was lost to her in the absurdity of it. “What does that mean for me, then? What should I expect? Prepare for?”