Elda tossed her head, removing herself from the scene. Tiredly trudging to her shelter to leave the vampires to discuss respect amongst themselves.  She gracefully loped away from the situation. Scoffing at the thought that the creatures could even have respect.<br/><br/>Leon followed her path with his eyes, his strong jaw turning upwards. His eyes flicked to the ancient, his head still held high, portraying his confidence and dominance. He rose from his bow, straightening as his gaze again flicked to the guardian who was kneeling.<br/><br/>â??You interfere with my hunt. I do not challenge your rule over a desolated land nor your dead, welcoming heart.  If you wish for no blood to be spilt on your front lawn you should not harbor my target, Milady.â? His eyes glazed over in challenge. His stance spread, his muscled thighs flexing under the leather, â??Come Lady, you do not have the pelt that warms my bed so let me pass-- Unless, you wish to warm it another way.â? A sly, flirtatious smirk flicked over his features.<br/><br/>The wound was healing, the droplets of crimson slowing as he curled his hands around hidden weapons. He was skilled, but knew of the disadvantage he was at, being quite younger than the ancient.  "If you wish to strike, the blood will not only be mine." Relaxing slightly he peered evenly at her, assessing the situation with calculating flicks of his eyes.