[h2][right]Col. [color=blue]Blue[/color], Valk Main Square - [/right][/h2]
[right][@BlackPanther][@Kazemitsu][/right]

Ah, what a shame. It seemed that he'd killed the party mood. In the meantime Tristan had been identified, so he was allowed to leave. There was no real reason to attack a teammate, so Blue instead focused his sights on the hybrid. A steady stream of information was given to him through his earpiece, identifying this creature as a certain Vlad. One of the extremely rare hybrids between werewolves and vampires, and a stable one no less. The rest of the information kind of blurred after that little tidbit. After all, who cared where he'd grown up or what his favourite colour was? A hybrid, and he was right here.... what fascinating powers would such an opponent display? His strength, his speed, his endurance... all of these must be top-class! Ah, it had been a while since Blue had been able to face an opponent who might truly challenge him. Truly, this was bliss.

"No flare, you say? Why that is a shame indeed! We'll have to fix that then, won't we?" Stepping forward, Blue unhooked a small object from his belt before throwing it into the air. Seemingly without a worry in the world Blue started walking forward, Glaive spinning at a rather alarming rate. Occasionally he allowed the blade's spinning arc to intersect with the ground, leaving long grooves in the stone. "Let's see if you live up to your legend, hybrid! I'll be disappointed otherwise!" With a bang the object exploded, a fireball expanding out from what was now obviously a grenade. And yet it was no normal grenade. Fire rained down from the sky, soaking the entire area in liquid flame. Nearby mook vampires screamed and ran, desperately trying to douse the flames that had touched them, as Blue walked calmly through the flames. His armour was designed to be completely fireproof, after all, and insulation protected him from the heat. Not giving Vlad a chance to recover he shot forward like a black blur, blade spinning and switching from hand to hand as he went straight for the throat. If he didn't react quick this fight would end in the blink of an eye.