It was her moving past him that caught the Russian's attention. When she pinned that guy to the ground who was about to shoot, his attention was drawn way from the battle for a moment and one of the 'men' landed a solid punch into his chest, lifting him off his feet and slamming him into the brick wall on the opposite end of the alley.<br/><br/>“Well well...”<br/><br/>Said one of the leeches as the other turned to 'finish off' the clearly hurt combatant.<br/><br/>“Aren't you full of spit and fire.”<br/><br/>The vampire flashed his fangs as he approached her, before he leaned to snap the neck of the man she pinned. That meant he was young, not that she would know. Lazar did though, he knew the habits of the young verses the old. An older kindred wouldn't have even engaged in combat, he would had simply left the humans to die and found another front. These two were simply out for the adventure of it...and that always made Lazar a little irritated. Power should be held in reserve and used when needed not flaunted about and used to intimidate.<br/><br/>They made a mistake when they split up though. Leaving one to fight the Russian and one to do..what ever it was that he wanted to do with the girl....Lazar would charge forward and meet the one with renewed vigor. His eyes more focused, sending a chill down the spine of his opponent as he realized that the man they were fighting was only holding back because of the woman behind him.<br/><br/>“How about after we kill your friend over there you come with us? Have a good time on the town?”<br/><br/>He couldn't be real right, just some moron with fake fangs? The man would be blocking her view of Lazar and the other. But soon all she heard was a very large, very loud crack and a heavy thud. The vampire assumed his friend won so his eyes didn't leave the woman. It wasn't until there was the smell of lightly burnt flesh that the vampire looked over in time to see the Russian's fist slam into his face and knock him into the wall that was behind him. Lazar looked a little beat up, some blood running from a few open cuts on his face, his suit was torn in a few places.<br/><br/>“Are you harmed?”<br/><br/>His voice was like ice now, much different than before. His eyes were focused down to a point and his jaw was set. He looked nothing like a possibly polite man in a bar. He looked like a stone cold killer...like violence came as easy to him as breath.