<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000080"><b>T</b>he bluff was called. Lance couldn't help but feel a slight ping of distaste for the situation. If it was only he and the elder vampire it wouldn't be so difficult. Protecting was always more troublesome than slaying. He couldn't help but feel bitter. Giving a glance to the female before he returned his gaze to the elder. The young vampire sighed quietly, and nodded. To live and protect others in the future was better than dying to protect one werewolf now. Logic told him. However, pride was telling him differently. Drowning out such feeble emotions, the guardian turned, and in a quite quick flash of silver, the sword he had been wielding was sheathed, and his feet were swiftly taking him not in the direction of the Manor, but farther from it instead. He'd not be followed back to the Manor, if indeed the elder vampire wished to do so.</span>