John
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"I'd like to think of myself as the latter, blood eater. Care for a dance?"

*Coming into view, Vincent drew his silver blade. Although it didn't have any effect in this universe (apart from classical vampire mythology in real life), he still was more accustomed to fighting with it, and he even had sharpened it this morning. And fighting a vampire was more dangerous than fighting some monster in this forest. Not only vampires were far tinier targets than large monsters, but they also boasted far superior strength and agility. Vincent had fought only one vampire before, and wouldn't it be for a nearby cleric with a vervain-coated dagger, he'd probably be dry by now. Oh, if only he had packed some vervain extract today!*

*No matter. The human calmed his breathing, his heart rate, and began cautiously approaching the vampire. Vincent didn't use shields, because not only he preferred using only a blade in battle, but also because it'd be rather heavy. And not having a shield means he has to learn how to dodge, which can be more effective than blocking an attack.*

*His hand was steady, gaze sharp. Quite ironic from how a simple hunt for a mindless beast this had turned into a duel with a dangerous race, whose entire existence was based on the life force of others. Vincent tried recalling everything he knew about vampires, most information coming from the cleric that had saved his life back then...*

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Latosha
Watching as the humanoid hunter made their way forward, Myrdynn tilted their head slightly to the side. He hadn't smelt someone like that before, and yet he knew it in the back of his mind. Perhaps he would find out more when he drained them of their soul. For now his questions would have to wait, seeing as this hunter was keen on a fight.

"And yet this trained warrior approaches a Vampire unprepared. After it has fed, no less. When it's at it's strongest."

As the cursed one spoke, they held a hand out to the side as crimson wine was wrenched from the bloody grasses. In Meph's hand formed a sickle. An odd choice of weapon indeed, but this one was not bound by the sharpness of the tool. He could make it as fine as a razor or as blunt as a dull mallet at will. Hemomancy was a dangerous art in both practiced and unpracticed hands. Vincent had been able to guess they were a well-off mage, as the conjure was practically flawless. It wasn't everyday a vampire went for a stroll, let alone a skilled mancer.

"For all you know, this monstrous beast may not want to fight at all. Mayhaps, it isn't hungry. If it makes you feel any better, I only feed upon the wretched. Though I doubt such a- valiant and practiced beast hunter would care how his prey acts, so long as they are a beast." 

Myrdynn continued to speak as he moved along the grasses in a pace, awaiting the arrival of Vincent. He would much prefer diplomacy in this situation but he had a feeling a battle might be inevitable regardless. He let out a simple sigh before twirling the sickle in his hand as it formed into a shortsword, more blood coming from around the plain to extend it.
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"I do what wonder what you are though. You are different from everyone else. Unique. You're unfamiliar to me, but I trust that once I feast upon your succulent soul I will understand what you are. Not an elf, I've smelt plenty of those. Not a dwarf, clearly. You may be a shapeshifter, but I've never found one like you. How wonderous. A new flavor. Is it bitter? Sweet? Tangy? How about we find out together."
John
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"I'd very much appreciate if you'd refrain from eating me."

*Having a bit nauseating feeling in his stomach, Vincent only now noticed the victims of the vampire. But could he back out now? It would hurt his pride, and he still was eager to exchange a few swings with the bloodsucker. He was born to hunt, to fight. His entire bloodline had done the same since a long time ago. That's how they survived. Perfecting their skill and technique, Vincent's ancestors fought their way into the forest.*

*Though, he hadn't thought about what someone's reaction would be to seeing a human, so the man was a bit surprised at this. But then again, it didn't take much thinking for it to make sense. But the vampire did make a good point in not caring about how the monsters he hunted act. They all were a threat, though, weren't they?*

"Maybe you could find the answer to what I am in the past long lost. Think about it while we fight. My experience shows that the mind works best when a single wrong move can lead to your demise."

*Feeling he's close enough, the human carefully attacked first, as if testing his opponent. Vincent would've preferred to fight someone he can't communicate with, someone who wouldn't make him question things. But, as they say, humans can adapt. They have no choice but to.*

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Latosha
"Do you fear death? Do you fear that your pointless hunting will leave no mark on the world after you're dead and gone? Have you considered what an animal feels like before you lob off it's head like it's just another body of cattle to the slaughter? Perhaps I could show you the fear. Let you taste death. It is not pleasant." He said with a sneer, watching as Vincent took a swing of his silver blade.

"Yes yes let us have at each others throats over a few dead undesirables. While I cleanse the world of those that do it purposeful harm, you slaughter divine creations for their nature. This forest did not grow around you, ***Human***. You grew around it. So tell me, by what right do you get to claim what is a monster, and what is a simple living, breathing, contributing piece of Fauna. Remove one species from this grand maze for being 'violent' and 'dangerous' and you could very well bring it down to nothing but dying hedges."

"We mortals are but a plight. Everywhere we go. You, dearest hunter, are a perfect example. We believe ourselves to be- superior, in a way. That we have a choice here. A choice that matters. To 'evolve', or sit back in our palaces of gold and claim that we are not what we could be. While one might claim that the gods do not care, I would beg to differ. The Great Dying, an act of a mortal race attempting to lay claim to what is not theirs. What was never theirs."

"None of this world is ours. It will be here long after each and every one of us feeble-minded idiots has rotten far bellow it's lush greens. Assuming we did not burn them to nothing but ash during one of our useless wars. I'm on a rant now and drawing from my point. I will show you what it feels like. How do you think it will feel to be put down like a bad dog? You are no warrior next to me, dearest hunter. I've slain Dragons, and fed upon Lords. I am Myrdrynn Mephistopheles Ardrivar, and I will be your Harbinger."

With the rant done, the vampire simply moved away from the blade.