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Tristan continued blazing through the town, going this way and that. Easily avoiding the vampiric patrols that were hunting for humans while Blue and Purple hunted for him. He knew who his targets were and only knew where one of them was. Well...so he thought when he saw Magnus hopping along the rooftops admiring the chaos going on below. Changing direction without missing a beat he was quick to make his way to the local vampire lord. "Enjoying your own handiwork?" Tristan's easily identifiable voice rang out to the smaller man.

A couple of nearly silent steps later and Tristan was towering over Magnus while observing their surroundings. "The idea is nice, the execution nearly perfect." He stated while moving with Magnus, he was never one to make people stand around and talk. "Your Death Troopers however seem overly reliant on your new armor and their fancy weapons." He said while turning his gaze to Magnus. It wasn't his normal maniacal one hellbent on destruction. It was a more deadened one, the eyes of an old veteran. "Who taught them?" He asked, he hadn't been around during that time. He had been out in the Middle East causing havoc.