"A mage? Nothing supernatural enough for me to care about killing mages. Hell, half the time they help me out because some witch is sapping their power. Just don't do any blood or bone magic and we're fine." [b]He looked down, to Athena's outstretched arms. He put the jacket in them, but gave her a grim look that basically said "If you make my jacket dirty I will pull you apart."[/b] "And I remember old English... Hell, I remember the crusades. Remember Dracula? Dude put up one hell of a fight, and the Catholic Church got royally screwed before we actually got to his castle. Got a lot of vampires dead, though. Guns would've made it a lot easier though. Too bad the Chinese were holding out on me. Killed a bunch of Oni for them and all they gave me was rice and a few bombs. Though, it was very satisfying to smite them with blessed arrows. Oh, and there was that time I killed that vampire and served him to his own family because he took my arm and ate it." [b]He smiled wickedly, and his face was almost visible from under his hat, but it was just out of sight.[/b] "Good times. Oh, that reminds me!" [b]He leans down to Sabine's corpse, and pulls a knife from his pocket. He cuts her wrist, squeezing blood into a small bottle. He takes a swig of the blood before tucking it away.[/b] "[i]Very[/i] good times." [b]He laughs for a second before composing himself again.[/b]