He scoffed. "I politely said elderly, not old. But fine, I shall fight you with my own weapon Mr....?" Ghiaccio said, reaching into his pocket and pulled out a peculiar object, it is as a sphere, plated, with a superficial, knob on its top; standing on the treads of a tank at its sides; embedded in front by a ferret-skull with the addition of a downward dagger on the forehead, an articulate jaw, and a short spike as a nose. "My Judgement will decide." The mini-tank dropped to the ground, approaching the duo as the Vampire started to back away. [spoiler]yes I may or may not have stolen that[/spoiler]