<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000bf"><b>I</b>n passing the hunter, Lance made a bold move. Reaching between cloak and belt for yet another flare. This time, he simply broke it's head off inside the holster, and tugged out the now flaring remainder. Quite literally throwing it to the red cloaked vampire, he made sure he followed it closely. Drawing that longsword from it's sheath yet again with a satisfying scrape of metals. Small whetstones in the sheath sharpened and keened the blade as he quickly pulled it to an attack ready position. With his eyes closed, he counted his steps, nearing ten feet to the opponent before the flare touched ground, and became significantly numbed by the fallen snow. The six foot weapon was quick in the hands of such a strong and adept wielder, it swiftly rounded and was pulled hilt-first past it's owner's hips. Extending out an easy four feet from Lance, the blade was in a school-book pierce position, ready to slide into the body of it's victim. <i>"Elder, you claim victory too quickly."</i></span>