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Slicking his hair back, the newly corrupted agent of Chaos looked out into the night sky. The city’s light pollution prevented the stars from being seen and he scowled. He should have been at home, perhaps reading, calling his friends back home. But no, he was here, out in the city at zero dark thirty in the morning hunting down someone to steal energy from. For a rookie, he found it rather easy to lure people from clubs seeking to follow his shtick of vampire up for a night of good fun.
People were into some weird stuff, even across the pond apparently.
As he covered the mouth of one guy his own age, Vladimirite reached into the man’s chest, fishing around while his scream was muffled. Vladimirite just wanted this to be over soon so he could get back to bed.

Now, Vladirimite was not exactly what one might have called the brightest bulb in the box. But, he also was not the dimmest. He was your average 60 watt, 750 illumens light bulb for your lamp or overhead room light. A pretty decent, basic sort.

So when he felt something he waqs quick to think it was just another weird magic wumbo-jumbo thing. Nothing to get antsy over. Not like this was some old druidic site and he'd have to make amends to fair folk like his crazy relatives said.

No, rather, that weird feeling was a grown a** man showing up in full uniform throwing a ******** gavel at him like this was a daytime shitty US TV program.
"YOU WHAT MATE?" He yelled, yanking his hand out of the chest to clutch at his temple.
"The ******** is all this then?"

"The ********-" Rubbing the spot where the hammer had hit, Vladimirite glared at his assailant, noting the clash of colors and-
"Aren't you too old to be playing dress up?" He smirked, thinking himself a bit clever, (he was not clever).

Pulling the sword scabbard from his belt, the fairly new lieutenant brandished it with as much threat as he could muster.
"I made no mistake. He was my target. Sorry, you have a problem with that mate," He growled, not sensing the threat to his own well being the other man was exuding, "but I have a quota to fill, and I intend to fill it. One way or another." He lunged forward, hoping to knock the man back with the scabbard and maybe get himself two starseeds for the night.

Vlad figured if there was one universal, it was how older gents carried on like they knew what they were doing and how they were always one step up from their younger and better peers.

Better looking peers too.

As the legs swung out, Vlad might have fallen, but he made sure to keep the scabbard between him and the knight, not wanting to be forced into a position where his own life was at stake.
"Hell mate, you really looking for a fight." He swung the 'weapon' at him madly while getting up, letting anger help block the pain of a forming bruise.
"Come on, I bet you never got your hands dirty eh princess?"

Kicked back with a grunt, Valdimirite felt the air leave his lungs painfully, signally he'd taken a rather substantial hit. Bullocks on him, given he really should have gotten into more scraps back when he was younger. That, or taken up a few officers on their offers to help train him.

It was a sort of reluctant instant regret her felt.

Falling back and hitting pavement, Vladimirite looked up at his opponent and scowled. He was not going to win this fight. not anytime soon.
"Not everyone starts out born with a weapon up their arse." He coughed, getting up in a scrabble.
"But, looks like I will need a bit of practice." With that, he turned tail, and ran.