He blinked, grinning to himself as he was proven wrong. The warm sensation of blood trickled down his chest, not even bothering to look at the wound. She had made her point, she was faster than most vampires, ancient or young. He'd never banked on her being faster than most elder vampires, let alone being fast enough to land a strike on him.<br/><br/>This further allowed him to become intrigued, but her nickname was far too glued into his head now. It stuck to her like an unwanted Siamese twin, but it would last her all year long. "Well, well... The Cry Baby has speed, I'll commend you for that. You are probably the second or third fastest vampire I've fought against. That's a compliment, honestly," he chuckled, amused by this. It was true, the first was by far the devilish woman known as Nemui Silverlight. However, Cry Baby and Derrik Leonheart were definitely neck and neck for second.<br/><br/>"So, are you ready to actually start this thing?" he asked, getting bored and twirling his blade around with a single finger. He grinned a malicious grin, gripping the combat knife tightly as he watched her intently. His head ran calculations calmly in his mind, deducing the statistics and factoring in all of the battle parameters to come to a conclusion.