Beneath his mask, his lips set themselves into a tight line. "Anything you wish, Vileblood. Allow your choice of weaponry to be a final rite before we battle - before one of us emerges as the devourer and the other sustenance. While I do appreciate your honour, I believe death is the only outcome for either of us. Demons do not deserve mercy." He stayed stalwart in his stance still, not moving once as he stared at Irina through his mask. He breathed in the herbal fumes from within his mask as the area around him began to shift in his own mind, his senses and reflexes sharpening tenfold.