Dorian rolled to the side coming to a stop near a scrape of metal. Reaching over the immortal wrenched the front plate of some armored vehicle free as he scrambled to his feet.<strong>"Greek?" </strong>Dorian snorts as he circles the monster.<strong>"I have not claimed a province in ages my proverbial Adam."</strong>He waves the plate before him, hoping to guess how the creature could still detect him.<br/><br/><strong>"So how does it feel to be a proud papa, eh? Or rather to know that there is now an Eve for you out there, and that I just ended her." </strong>Dorian chuckles as he tosses the plate to the right. It falls with a metailc clang against the wrecked phonebooth. Dorian freezes as the metal flies through the air, he even holds his breath.<em>'Now let see how you still see.'</em>