[OOC: yep, I kinda guessed it after she leaned in real close, which is kinda funny because my character is a Loner through and through, thats why hes a bit rude and to the point
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The tall man with the shaggy hair gave Israfel a look that seemed to say 'you idiot' and frowned. Was this knight really serious? Or was he just ignorant of the feud that had exsited between Vampires and......... or maybe Israfel didn't know who or what he really was. His face softened somewhat towards the former Paladin, "Israfel, I'm afraid I'm fighting whether you want peace or not. As a former Paladin, I hope you understand that I can't back down from a fight with this....thing." He motioned towards Vivian. He than returned his glare back at Vivian, the heat from his body coming off in small waves of heat, and a trickle of sweat ran down his temple, realizing his mistake, and glad that the vampire had at least enough honor to let him correct himself.
"If I lose, you can have three options. #1, you can just kill me, #2, you can just let me leave, shamed and almost dead. or #3....." His voice firm and confident, but he paused before the last one because he wanted the vampire to know that he wasn't afraid of anything, be it death or living or..... "#3, you can turn me into a Vampire and make me live as my own worst enemy." He stared with his eyes blazing at hers and reached out and shook her hand, firmly, letting her know he was deadly strong and that this wouldn't be an easy fight.
"Lets go now, into the forest." and when he said forest he smiled wickedly, knowing what tricks he had up his own sleeves, or rather, in his robe. He briefly looked down at his chest, and smiled, remembering his past, remembering the pain and the suffering that had forged him into who he was. He put his knife back into its sheath that was outside of his Green and Gold robes, and beckoned Vivian to exit the tavern first. "Scum first."
"I almost forgot to tell you my name, it'd be a shame for you to not know it before you die. I'm Zwulf.