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His interest was indeed piqued by this spectacle unfolding in front of him, it was a quite unlike anything Vanja had come across in his many years as a mercenary traversing the far corners of the globe. It was rather obvious that this youth was not a vampire, he seemed to be a unique breed of supernatural one that was not even spoken about it whispers. It clearly a tremendous outpouring of power and would have made other men of lesser resolve regret their live choices as they beat a hasty retreat, but Vanja was not one to be easily intimidated or impressed. He maintained his composure as this was clearly not the first time he was threatened in his life. His smirk is slowly replaced by a scowl as the arrogance and self-aggrandizing of this whelp was grating to say the least; the impudence of youth was something he found he had little tolerance for.
 
Vanja sneers, [color=F0E68C] “Well, well, well seems like I might have touched a nerve by not directing my comments towards yourself; exclusion can certainly be an affront to one’s ego especially to those that feel the inherent need to insert themselves into other’s conversations. Regardless you have indeed garnered my attention dear child. The grandstanding was perhaps unnecessary, unless you were attempting to out yourself to me than hearty congratulations are in order because you succeeded on that front. By your condescending demeanor I take it you are some sort of big deal around these parts, as you undoubtedly see yourself something special.  I never met one of your kind that did not think that they were in some form the embodiment of the second-coming or some untouchable deity, but I am open to the possibility that some non-human entity out their can possess a modicum of humility. For some reason it seems like you are not confident in your friend’s ability to articulate a response on her own. You know if you let your subordinates hide behind you pathetically clinging to your pant leg like frightened youngsters, they will never learn to function properly on their own. Though, it is always handy to have bullet sponges around. However, I must digress. 

It hardly pays to possess prejudices in my line of work boy; it might come to a surprise to you, but I am not beholden to the zealotry, political commitments, sectarianism,  identitarian leanings, or dogmatism that blinds those that claim to crusade against you and your kind; they are under the impression that they have a moral obligation to protect the human race and the world from some manner of corruption or some such nonsense, while I hold no such beliefs as this mudball we all call home has always been contaminated and is honestly beyond saving at this point. Morality and ethics are only self-serving platitudes after all, little white lies concocted by deluded minds hoping to construct a refuge from the guilt that burdens them. I tend to think of myself and in extension the work I am engaged in merely as the final consequences the current system we all inhabit has chosen to dole out against those both human and other that choose to make a show of avoiding the stumbling blocks set forth by said system; you can certainly choose to label me as evil…in fact many have over the years have used their final words to do just that, but I and those of my ilk are just an inevitability. This might come as a shock, but the system in its current state does not exist to serve you or even me; never has and it never will. 

So, outside of satiating your fastidious pride and allowing you to personally to save face in front of those assembled by asserting your alleged moral superiority, what does this reckless little display of emotions prove? Hmm?  Am I meant to be scared? In awe perhaps? Are you going to beat me to a pulp and hope I beg for forgiveness like a dog? Hmm? Killing me would be a sensible course of action, the cardinal rule is that violence begets violence and I have made peace that having lived by the sword I am destined to die by it. Have you?  I am a disposable asset, strike me down and you will find that the system has a whole assortment of other ne’er do wells, savages, adventures, fugitives, and other hired guns from all over the world lined up to tread in my stead. The gaps that you are your kind have been forced to inhabit are slowly closing and you are going have to eventually lose your lofty idealism should you wish to survive the transition. The world is going to break you one way or another if it has not already. Heroes only exist in fantasy kid. Though a lot of unanswered variables are hanging in the air at this moment, a whole slew of possibilities that have seemingly been unaccounted for, killing me would hardly solve them.” [/color]

Vanja slowly brings his hands back from behind his back palms forward indicating that he was indeed unarmed. Before he once again launch into another tirade the dazzling man moved closer yet again inserting himself into the fray. An intriguing turn of events.  He gritted his teeth as for another round he attempted to resist the pull on his mind. He turned his attention to the man not entirely of his own accord and listened with a slight degree of enrapturement. 

[color=F0E68C]“You know for one so flippant you seem to be awfully interested in me and my current predicament. Sure, we haven’t before met Simon. Did you……Do you know…her? The one...who...” [/color] 

He trailed off as his throbbing head finally found some measure of relief as he was enveloped by darkness, it seemed prolonged resistance had a price after all Shuddering with absolute exhaustion and released tension, he collapsed in a heap in the alleyway now oblivious to the world around him; knocked unconscious for the time being.