<span style="color: #0000FF">Mark let out a fearsome hiss back. he was backing down to anyone! Expecially not some high and mighty dellusional pure blood. He glared at him. "I never agreed to be a part of this fucking team! Oh I am so very scared you fucking pure blood. You are all so fucking high and mighty. It is disgusting. You look down on people like me because we aren't as clean blooded as you. Too fucking bad we still exist. So you pure bloods need to get off your high horses and grow up!" he snaps back. He swung his fist and contacted with Daggers face. "FUCKING PUREBLOOD DO NOT TOUCH US! WE WILL TEAR YOU A NEW ONE MOTHER FUCKER!" he yells in a very pissed off voice. His eyes a glowing red now.<br/><br/>He hissed at him violently. "Right...you say they aren't yet you are just as all high and mighty because you aren't filthy blood like us. You are all one in the same. If they aren't your buddies than why do you act like them asshole?!" He demands icily. Rolling his eyes. "Our head is not thick. It is merely realistic. You act like them therefore you are friends like them. If you aren't like the other purebloods you would hold such strong hatred of us. We felt the hatred just for walking in OUR damn cave." he says acidicly.<br/><br/>He rolls his eyes. "Whatever won't be the first time that has happened to us." He wasn't lying. He was a hard mother fucker to kill. He had a bad habit of pulling himself back together by sacrificing one of his personalities to be whole again. He had so many it wouldn't matter. They pulled mental straws in circumstances like that. He only had one true way to die and that was being staked through. He couldn't recover from that...or fire. Those were his major weaknesses. "I won't try and kill you and you don't try and kill me. We have whatever amount of damn fist fights that you perseve necessary oh might pure blood." he says in icy sarcasm. He still had a scar that had healed over from a close call with a stake. A close call with fire had left a burn scar across the center of his back.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Relina watched as their fist fight started. Quite literally sighing when they began verbally and physically going at it with each other. She wouldn't stop them unless they tried to kill each other. Then her psionics would kick into gear. It would cause a nearly invisible purplish pink hand type thing to grab both. Set them down apart from each other and an invisible wall to appear between them until both hot heads cooled down. She sighs and leans into Aaron a bit. Looking at Dagger when he got close. "I don't know what it is. The people who were raising me said I had to protect it. I had to keep it safe. That was before Aaron found and saved me. I was very little. I don't remember who those people were. They took blood a lot from me. I don't remember too much though. I just know I have to keep this safe from any vampire. No one is allowed to take it. I must protect it at all costs." She says. Aaron having heard her say that many times before when she wouldn't take it off even to bathe.</span>