<span style="color: #FF0000">Relina looks at him and nodded her head slowly. Hearing the ruffling out of his pouch and hoped he was going to be okay. He smoked more when his nerves were on edge. She looked at him  worriedly. Hoping he wouldn't get strongly addicted again. He had been trying to quit. She pulled out a set of strange draconic styled blades. (<!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SLq5ubrbls/S6uz2wS3KPI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/8bRpxEmH1vQ/s320/Dragonkin+Bastard+Sword.jpg">http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SLq5ubrbls/S ... +Sword.jpg</a><!-- m -->) Looking to Aaron and nods her head. "Okay Aaron." she says. Holding the specialized blades in a fighter's stance. She eeks and ran behind Dagger as the explosive exploded where she had just been. Moving back to her place. Putting on her neck guard. Which was a beautiful metalic royal blue with a blood ruby centerpiece. She snaps it into place and giggles. She always found this to be a bit of a game. Not really but she was a ten year old with ADHD. It was hard for her to stay serious for long periods of time.<br/><br/>She looked to Dagger as he started talking. Nodding her head. "Okay. I will do as you wish." She says softly. Smiling a bit. She watched as two started to attack Dagger. The scene that unfolded with the two that attacked Dagger was gruesome yet reminded her of something that was buried deep within the back of her mind. Something...dark and slightly sinister. She watched as he seemed over come by blood lust. She looks to Aaron. "Help Mark! I need to help Dagger!" she yells. A nearly invisible orb of slightly electrical power that would shock anyone who tried to touch her. A small zap that was more like a static shock than an electrical shock. She walked towards Dagger. "Dagger...please...please her me. We need you to come back to us. Please Dagger. Fight this. We need you. I need you. You are my friend." She says trying to bring him out of his state of mind. Her blades put away so he wouldn't view her as a threat.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">Mark heard their plan and flipped personalities again. A dark and almost sinister look on his face. His eyes glowing a yellowish gold hue. They were sending a whole bunch of purebloods after him? What the hell the bigger issue was Dagger. Even he knew that. Something was screwy with this equation. He backed up as fast as he could. They were moving his way at full speed. He wasn't quick enough they had him surrounded. He had glowing yellow eyes. Whirling around to see that he really wasn't able to run. He couldn't run anywhere. What the hell was going on?! Why were they surrounding him? Couldn't be THAT pissed he one upped him. Something more was in this equation.<br/><br/>He reached into his pockets and when his hand comes out he has two inch long dice between each of his pockets. "Fine...we'll dance." he says. Lauching three dice at the one who attacked him. Shielding himself as the dice exploded with holy water drenching the vampire. Making him hiss and bubble and explode in a flash of white light. "One down...who knows how many of you bastards to go." he growls and tries to get more dice. Feeling something dig into his arm and let out a sound of pain. He dropped the exploding dice. He looks to his arm. Some sort of clamp type thing had staked itself into his right arm. He was not sure what the hell it was. He throws more dice. <br/><br/>Pulling out his cards. "Fifty-two pick up anyone?!" he yells. One handedly launching the razor edged cards into the air above them. Manipulating these specialized cards with his hand of the arm no held by a stake clamp. He annihilated another four purebloods but there was so many of them. "Dude! What the hell even purebloods couldn't be THAT pissed because of being shown up! What the hell do you want?!" he demands ripping the clamp from his arm. They were starting to close in.</span>