Vlad raised a brow. He could hear the war piece. So they were talking about him. Lovely. He spied Tristan leaving from the corner of his eye and cursed the ability of teleportation. Speed was good and all, bit a wall was still a wall. His eyes flicked back to the guy with the ribbon and mentally he took note of that glint of glee he could make out.

Vlad tilted his head as the guy moved once more. He watched as the guy fixed his mistake of no flare and Vladimir wondered when he would learn not to make the situation worse for himself. Probably not anytime soon. [color=lightgreen]"Well that is more of a flare"[/color] he watched the other vampires get caught in the flames and looked at his now burning shoulder. The smell of smoke and the sound of spider like noise filled the air and he sighed before shaking out his arm.

Vlad looked over in time to see the guy charging him. So now was the time to think fast. He had to move his throat. His eyes paled more and in a split second his hair seemed to be consumed by the white stripe in his hair. Another second and Vladimir stood at 8 feet with white fur. His Lycan form was impressive. A completely white werewolf shape with onyx claws and pale eyes that blended almost with his fur. Canines that peeked out of his maw and a form that was equipped to be bipedal or run on all fours. Ears flicked before the wolf blurred moving slightly to the side and snapping at the vampire...intentions to lock on that armor.