Tristan gave the barest shrug of his shoulders. "You're a boy, a child, to me. It'll be the most civilized insult you'll get." He stated as his eyes started to brighten from their normal dull sheen. He took note of the sudden change in color of the other mans eyes, which got Tristan's lips to quirk up slightly. "Lycan...and Vampire? Normally those end up twisted creatures that rarely survive their first months never mind years." He said as he finally turned fully to Vladimir.

"I personally don't want to shed your blood unless it's just a fun fight. But you're siding with the humans against your own kind. Even if you are a half-blood." He growled as another flick landed second blade in his free hand. This one was just as dull colored as the first but had three times the length with a wicked looking serrated edge. "I very rarely give a second warning. Leave." He growled while slowly crouching down into a readied stance. The swords gave off a soft shine, the weapons clearly iron and well taken care of.