<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0040ff"><b>P</b>lacing his weight on the foot kept behind him, he shot backwards, sliding the sword from Leon's weapon, and leaping to just ten feet away yet again. Lance's dim eyes moved to the elder, and quickly tossed themselves to the ground. Respectfully averting his gaze, as he whirled the sword's edge back into it's sheath, though he kept a cautious hand on it's hilt. He remained quiet, all but sure about exactly what he could expect of this new much older vampire. Slowly, his form dropped to a single knee, placing that free hand onto the higher leg's midsection. Silence fell over him and him alone it seemed, as the werewolf and his prior opponent spoke on their own behalves, judging from what they said, it seemed this would be an interesting turn of events. </span>