[u]The sound of leather boots splashing in the pools of blood created by Irina's massacre can be heard approaching from behind. The sound of a face being crushed in can be heard as the unknown figure walks over the bodies of the fallen with no hint of caring, sickening snaps following as he crushed all that reside under his feet. The footsteps stop as the man halts in place about twenty feet away from the Vileblood, his gaze somehow burning into the back of her head as a feeling of unreasonable and inhuman hatred exudes from his dark figure. His whole body is clad in dark cloth, a cape of crow feathers hanging loosely around his shoulders. On his face is the pale mask of a crow, the glassy eyes creating a creepy unfaltering gaze. On his side is a large kukiri like dagger and a hunter's pistol. However, instead of reaching for either of those weapons the man draws a large mace from his back, slamming the head into a body nearby in a spurt of blood. Raising it above his head, he slams the strangely shaped weapon into the socket of a large saw, the strange thing about eight inches thick and a foot-and-a-half in diameter. Swinging it to the side, sparks fly off of the serrated blades as the weapon revs up with a shriek. The bodies and their blood begin to burn, creating a ring about fifty feet in diameter. At the tallest point the flames reach twenty feet, creating an arena of sorts to trap the last Vileblood. The man begins to speak, his voice quite and hoarse as if he spent many days and nights searching for the woman with no sleep or rest in-between.[/u] "[i]Well, well, well... What have we here? A Vileblood that's lost their queen and with her their purpose... There's nowhere left to run, my dear Irina. You will have to face my hatred for your people in full tonight, and pay what you owe me in [b]blood.[/b] Any last words? Oh wait...[/i]" [u]He begins to laugh with a shriek, what little sanity the man had quickly leaving in a rush.[/u]