Vale stepped back, placing one hand behind his back neatly, and diverting Alvios' incoming thrust with the hilt of his sword, to that it missed him, grazing his stomach as it passed him by. He stepped back again, flicking his Katana unconventionally from left to right in order to deflect the followup, until he was addressed. The vampire flipped backwards, his sword shrinking down to the length of a dagger as if the steel was amorphous. Then, he bowed courteously, leaning forward with the back of his neck exposed and his ponytail flung forwards over his left shoulder. [color=silver]"Damien Valefor, rather, Vale will suffice, [i]lest a wretched memory be carved into your tongue at the utterance of a father's scorn, [/i]accounted and newly acquired by his lordship, Yzeira Yezia of the Primeiran master race. I fancy such introductions so [i]thoroughly,[/i] thought it nothing more than a trap, [i]who would do something so underhanded and unforgivable, rats, little rats with [b]no respect for etiquette,[/b] I reckon.[/i]"[/color] Vale rose himself up, his smile still brightly shining past his wretched demeanour. He took a fencer's pose, and his dagger extended into the form of a rapier. [color=silver]"Would it please the audience if I'd a lick of your blood? There's a fragrant aroma, sifting past your bright exterior, [i]a hint of bitter-sweet harshness like no other,[/i] it dances atop the bold facade so elegantly, oh, so it does, so it does after all! Do you? Do you feel it? [i]It's there you know,[/i] [b]begging to be sampled.[/b]"[/color] Vale thrust forwards, tearing through the air so fiercely with his ebony rapier that it visibly tore forwards, rippling waves of force shooting behind him as he stepped into Alvios' zone like a deadly serpant.