[right][h2]Col. Blue and Col. Purple[/h2][/right]
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[b]Valk Main Square, 15:30[/b]

It appeared the fighting had begun, and the vampire soldiers surrounded the duel. A circle had formed, soldiers pointing their weapons at the two contestants. In this battle between demons, lesser monsters had no place, and neither of these creatures seemed to be paying any head to the vampiric army that had now surrounded their little showdown. Of course it wasn't just the small fry who had been attracted by the fight, as the appearance of a hybrid was a most remarkable event indeed.

Colonel Blue marched down the centre of the street, armoured in the same jet-black carapace granted to all Death Troopers. It was a symbol of status within this little army, the sort of symbol that inspired fear. It showed that he was a cut above the rest, a superior being. Of course they offered little in the way of customisation options, but Blue himself was recognisable by his choice of weaponry. As he walked he carried a long glaive-like weapon, it's handle as black as his armour and it's blade shining like silver. Where the staff gave way to blade he had tied a blue ribbon, a little personality. After all, he wanted his victims to know who it was that ended their life. He wanted their name engraved onto their dying moments, he wanted them to curse his name as they died. He would carve his name into the face of this world, a mark made of bodies and blood.

A leap took him over the circle, and when he slammed back down onto the stones of the square they cracked beneath his feet. Soundlessly he righted himself, standing exactly between the two combatants. In one hand he held his glaive, the Nevermore Blade, it's pristine blade pointed at Vladimir. In his other hand he held Tristan's weapon by the blade, having caught it in midair. With a casual toss he sent the blade back at Tristan, to clatter to the ground at the elder vampire's feet. For a moment he held the pose, before spinning the glaive with one hand and slamming it into the ground. The blade parted stone like butter, and any observing could tell it was no simply steel edge. When the Trooper spoke, his voice was deep visceral, with a hint of amusement. "It seems someone's disrupting the party events. Which one of you thought it was a good idea to oppose us? Ah, it doesn't matter." Another flick of the wrist sent the glaive into the air, before he once more caught it, now in a battleready position. "How about both of you come at me at once. Let's make this interesting, shall we not? I wouldn't want anyone to feel left out!" Grinning beneath his visor, Blue waited for their response.

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A showoff, as usual. Pathetic. Although even Purple had to admit he wasn't bad at it. While Blue might be a fool he was a highly competent fool, and not an opponent to be messed with. Despite this, precautions had to be taken. Vampires were an astounding breed indeed, and there was no telling in advance how powerful one might be. If they were to lose a Death Trooper this early it would be horrendous for morale, and Purple was here to ensure that no matter what Blue stayed alive. Having a showoff like that might be unprofessional, but it further added to the air of terror and authority the Death Troopers had gained. 

Considering what an unfortunate role she had to play in all of this, Purple soundlessly set up. Heatvision wouldn't be of much use against most strains of vampire, so she relied on her own superhuman sight. Scopes would attract too much attention, someone might see the light reflected off of the lens. But without such tools she was invisible. And from her perch far from the actual conflict she observed the contestants through the sights of her heavy-duty sniper rifle, The Raven. It was in fact an anti-tank rifle, and equipped with a number of fascinating different rounds. A little toy given to her by the Lt. General. 

In all probability, this would go fine. But if Blue did somehow make a mistake, or if there was a greater threat there than they had anticipated, she would interject. The ever-watchful eye of the New World, ready to annihilate any mistakes. Hidden beneath a camo blanket and encased in her armour she was hidden from sight, sound and smell. An invisible death, ready to steal away the life of dissenters.