79. Dirty Advantage

Julian would continue to stare at the woman before him, a look of pure shock washing over his face. What was she doing here? Especially dressed like that? "What are you doing he-"

"That doesn't matter currently Julian. What matters currently is you getting up and finishing the fight." The woman would say cutting him off. A small irritated look playing at her eyes.

"What do you mean getting up and finishing the fight? I am still conscious. Aren't I?" Julian would say confusion racking his mind as he began to look around noticing the darkness. As it shifted around the two like a thick mist. There were no grey-tones he could make out. Which was something any vampire could do from a young age. To counteract the need for a light when it came to missions and training.

And for there to be no form of grey tone around them, was something that was naturally impossible, and usually the effect of magic.