Nudara had only been in Neo Babylon for a short period of time but he had already developed the opinion that the local vampire nobility—the Lightbloods they called themselves—held far more sway on local politics than any bloodsucking leech ever should. Nudara’s opinion of vampires was quite low. But was that really a surprise? Most people who weren’t vampires had a low opinion of their kind and in his experience other vampires tended to revile each other even more than the people they plagued.

Still, this was a bit much wasn’t it?

As soon as the Black Prince stepped through the front door there were corpses literally everywhere with the scent of ash mixed in the air indicating that at least a handful of undead had been unlucky enough to be caught in the melee. There was a fucking [b]motorcycle[/b] stuck in the receptionist’ desk. Made of pulsating meat and polished bones, still smoldering with dragon’s fire—was it alive? [i]‘[color=ed1c24]Damn… that’s cool.[/color]’[/i] Maybe alive was the wrong word for such a hideous parody of life but the whole thing reeked of dark magic like an unsuspecting child stumbling upon a blood ritual in the woods. Weren’t the corpos supposed to avoid obvious action against each other? There was no way that this level of violence would go unanswered in a city like Neo Babylon but at least he didn’t have to wonder for very long about what kind of person would do something like that…

Glass crunched under his foot.

Nudara’s right hand glided over his shoulder with gloved fingers loosely wrapping themselves around the foot-long hilt of his blade, not yet committing to a full grip, for he was yet unsure if his sword would even be useful against whatever fiend had demolished the mercenaries so thoroughly… Though he had yet to meet the enemy that Bridgeburner couldn’t reduce to ashes on the rare occasion that it wasn’t going to slice them into pieces. How did he know Rextep was approaching? Well aside from the fact that a what—seven foot tall—maybe taller than that man was thumping his way through a pair of unusually wide air vents like he was stealthy and maybe even succeeding were it not for the Black Prince’s supernatural sixth sense for danger. Something like a near precognition that made him aware of any time it was in danger that grew stronger the more powerful the thing was.

This guy was no wimp at least.

“[color=ed1c24]So you know my name,[/color]” Nudara said with a sneer. “[color=ed1c24]Makes sense, the Mayor’s been using it enough. But unlike that beast of a woman I actually prefer to know who is trying to kill me,[/color]” He’d continue on. Dropping his hand from his sword as he finally set eyes on the large man who had not stated once that his goal was to kill the Black Prince, but who did not look like someone with peaceful intentions. His hand dropped but around the prince the air began to heat up until it could be seen shimmer like a mirage around him, until the puddles of blood began to boil, creating a deep red steam that rose up between like a shroud of crimson between them though it was a limited one for the time being. ‘[color=ed1c24]Let’s try something new why don’t we,[/color]’ Nudara’s right hand began to gesticulate in the air as if he were rotating a pair of orbs and with it the steam began to swirl, he was controlling the heat, therefore it only made sense that he could also control the currents they generated and like that the double thick medical grade glass began to lift into the air in slow sweeps that rapidly grew so fast they could be seen tearing gouges in walls and tiles. Would they even bother this bloodless giant? Probably not. A man who plowed through glass probably wasn’t vulnerable to it but an inert bullet proof window was a lot different from one that was shooting towards him at a shotgun blast. [sub]snap[/sub] Nudara’s hand opened and the fog—the glass—and a few other things shot towards Rextep like wild buckshot. Entirely too much time spend preparing the attack for it to be anything other than woefully telegraphed but with some refinement this could be a new technique, “[color=ed1c24]So, what’s your name?[/color]”

But first he had to survive.