Dragen leaned onto the safety bar that separated him and the lip of the arena. His jaw tensed and his eyes bulged in anger at the interruption. "It is. Kill the day-walker."

La Magra growled a threat under his breath and looked once again around the crowd. "Come out!" he yelled out, speaking to someone whose location he obviously did not know.

During this time, Dragen anger grew quickly. He wanted Blade dead before anything could endanger that goal but the stall somehow brought doubts of his success to mind. "Kill him," he hissed again as his grip on the bar in his hands tightened slowly to a crushing grip. "Go ahead kill him! Do it now! If you don't –"

"Don't get your shirt in a knot father-in-law," said a strong voice from the opposite side of the ring from Dragen, who looked up to see a figure dressed and cloaked in black.

"Who are you?" asked La Magra after studying the figure for a moment, but Dragen needn't ask. He already knew. The chill and arrogance mixed with the sensual tone of the illustrious creature was well known by the head vampire. "Ha'Drianna," whispered Dragen in response.

She pushed the hood of the cloak back and grinned at Dragen who, along with everyone else, felt a shiver of fear tickle his lower back. "You haven't forgotten me, father. I'm glad to hear that, considering I've been dead for how long."

Meanwhile, in the ring, Blade pushed himself off the wall and looked up to see Ha'Dre. The sight of the woman brought mixed feelings to his heart but he didn't have the luxury of thinking too much about things just because his life-blood was seeping quickly from his wound. His hand clasp his side while he mentally prepared himself for the second round, which he couldn't help hoping would be better than the first. His eyes shifted to his enemy who didn't quite figure out that the woman was not just a pretty face.

"What is your role in this?" La Magra asked, thoroughly puzzled and apprehensive about dealing with the woman. He turned to face her completely, an eyebrow cocking. "Talk woman," he ordered trying to use some kind of hypnosis on her but her gaze did not gaze did not waver, if anything it intensified to the point where everyone in the room felt as if they were already witness to a great battle of the wills.

"Didn't anyone tell you that it is impolite to stare, my Lord?" Ha'Dre asked softly, not really loud enough for the Blood-God to hear but he still appeared to understand for his fist clenched and his eyes dropped down from her eyes to land on a red glint. "I formally take Blade's place as your opponent. You have no choice but to accept."

The vampires in the room shifted and wanted all to leave before anyone lost their head. The fear coursing through the crowd was almost palpable to the key-players of the arena. "Go," La Magra hissed to the cowards, which set off all the vampires, who left through the nearest exits. The only one's left were Dragen, a few of his men, Blade and the vampire God with Ha'Dre. "Since when do I have no choice when facing a little one such as yourself?" asked the vampire.

Ha'Dre however, did not answer; instead she leapt into the air, flipped and landed between Blade and the Blood God. She turned back towards the day-walker and threw him her cloak. "It won't take too long," said the woman before turning back to her opponent.

"I can squish you like a bug," La Magra said, his eyes glowing a deep blood red as he unsheathed his sword. Ha'Dre mirrored his action. Her foot drifted behind her as the tip of her sword touched the ground. Her eyes drifted from the point to her opponent, challenging him to make the first move. A grin came to his lips as he charged. Before Blade could understand anything, Ha'Dre's sword split the air and connected with La Magra's own sword. The vampire blinked and put more pressure on the locked swords but found more resistance than he had anticipated. He pushed himself away from the woman to scrutinize her.

The woman grinned and arched an eyebrow as she turned to him. "I don't see any squishing," said she. "Nor do I see any bugs," she added after a moment of thought, during which the vampire examined her closely. His eyes landed on the broken medallion around her neck, which now glowed a deep blood red. His eyes traveled back up to her face and stayed there. "Now do you see, my Lord?"

The vampire took a step back, their swords unlocking instantly. His demeanor completely changed to that of someone who just realized that things were not at all in their favor. "Guardian," he whispered. "This is not your charge. I have every right to kill the –"

Ha'Dre's face slowly contorted with anger as her grip tightened on the hilt of her sword. "The day-walker is my charge just as any who stands against the vampires. You know that my Lord, do not try to tell me otherwise." Her sword whipped out to point directly to the Blood God, before he could do anything. "Face me, my Lord, or you shall face my master."

It took the vampire a moment to decide but soon his sword lifted to push her sword out of the way. The action started a chain of attacks and parries that started slowly and gradually grew into fast strikes. Soon the rhythmic clang of swords resounded throughout the arena. Both Blade and Dragen stared at the two combatants, neither of them truly able to follow the movements of the swords yet knowing that the outcome of the fight would probably decide much of their fate.