Cecilia Shard was not happy someone just insulted her as she turned her eyes upon the 'imp' in their group.  She was no fool since her twin, Anna Shard, had been a powerful mage and some of her dark rituals and spellcastings had rubbed off on the militaristic vampire since she could sense she was not all she appeared to be.  Kulimlim wouldn't be getting away that easily as Cecilia moved so quickly that she left an afterimage behind her which faded a few seconds after she had vacated the spot as she then stood before the mananangel.  "Pardon me, but unless you want me to tear out your pretty little throat right here and call it a day, you'll be watching what you say from here on, 'little imp.'  I'm not fooled by your act."  She then leaned in and whispered into the woman's ear, just to add insult to injury.  "Since you're a different kind of vampire than me, I think you'd respect one of your own race, mananangel."  Having identified her, Cecilia's foul mood seemed to have disappeared almost entirely as she walked away as well.  "I'll be in the gym, find me if you dare."  With that not even her shadow remained behind as she zipped away, faster than anyone save for perhaps the Avatar and the knight, could hope to keep up with.  Gods this whole situation stunk!  First her home was destroyed, ransacked, and looted, then just to make matters worse, the two that had done all the damage had not only gotten away, but had also killed her sister along with most of her guards in the castle they had built together.  She wouldn't be so angry if she had Anna with her since even in undeath, they had shared a nigh inseparable bond together, as twins often did.<br/><br/>But no, fate had intervened and had changed everything when that damnable were-tiger and that bitch dark elf/light elf halfbreed that Anna had taken an unholy interest in had breached their home and had destroyed everything they had tried to build.  Sure, it was a kingdom of the dead where vampires like herself and Anna could rule the surrounding countryside with a dark iron fist, but it had been their dream that they had shared since learning how to control their new powers when they had been originally turned.  Years of planning, building, gone in a single night by two impossibly strong warriors, one a dark elf for gods sake!  They were supposed to be the most vile and evil of all the sentient races, yet somehow fate had a cruel sense of irony since this particular dark elf half breed had been raised by one of the few renegades that had ever broken away from their home underground city of Menzoberranzan, and then mated with a light elf!  Where was the humor in that?!  Cecilia didn't know, but she knew what had sprung from that union since she wanted the woman's head on a platter, needless to say.  So for now, she took out her frustrations on a practice dummy, her sword easily making it mincemeat as she danced and weaved around it, her shield arm bashing into the thing repeatedly before the whole thing fell into a hundred different pieces.