LaCroix snarled as his attacker made his presence known to him. That voice proved to him that he was in fact the man he believed that he was, the man who had insulted on the radio.
The vampire’s snarl slowly dissolved into a sardonic chuckle despite the fact he had been gravely affronted, this situation was just too absurd not to take amusing from it “Oh this is quite rich. You come here, attack me with your little toy and insult me only to incur my wrath? You have nothing better then to annoy me in battle? And you call me useless” he said hotly as he stepped forward, his frosty eyes flashing like bloodthirsty daggers at his armor clad foe that where allowing the golden hue of his vampire nature to filter through “But if you wish a fight…who am I to stand in the way of such bravado” He twisted his head to one side then back, exposing the full extension of his vampire features to the man with a hiss which consisted of honey yellow orbs and porcelain white fangs.