Michael
Michael was still running with the girl over his shoulder when she called for him to turn back. Remembering what was probably in that Chalice, Michael almost considered leaving it regardless before logic won out.
"Fine, fine," Michael grumbles, about to say more when a howl splits the air. Survival instincts kick in as Michael turns around, girl still over his shoulder as he comes face to...something with...
The immortal shoots the creature a strange look, noting how the ninjas, earlier pouring on en masse, seem to have been frozen by it.
"...Well then," Michael says, setting the girl down and taking a moment to lean on his staff, trying to ease the pressure off the wounded leg, "...that's what that thing will turn me into? And you worry that I'm going to take it? Pantheon's sake, girl, at least be reasonable with...oh never mind."
"Now then," Michael says, his voice gaining a commanding tone that wasn't there before, "Stay behind me."
With that, the immortal takes one, two steps forward, presenting himself as a clear challenger to the...thing as he took a moment to warm up, moving the staff around until it's nothing more than a nigh-invisible blur accompanied by an audible buzz as he brought the staff to rest behind him in one hand, his free hand out in front of him and his stance defensive. Then the staff lengthened out to its twelve-foot form as he takes a calming breath, pushing aside the pain and dizziness from the poisoned arrow wound as he readies himself.
"Alright, abomination," he mutters, bringing the staff out in front of him, "Let's see what you can do."
Adjutor
"You know," Adjutor says, stepping back as he tightens his armored grip on Tyrfing and Rahab, "Maybe you're right. Maybe I am naive. Maybe I am being too optimistic about her. Maybe I should just end her like I did the only other vampire I've met. But all of these are maybes. Unless you have some concrete evidence that this one is a Monster, don't act like it's already decided."
At that point, Valmanway and Laivatain finally reappear, already in their sheathes.
"Took you long enough," Adjutor says with a sighs before turning back to the non-human, "As for you, if my host turns out to be a Monster, then I won't hesitate to kill her the first chance I get. However, this is unlikely. The last vampire I hunted wasn't savage either, quite accommodating actually. But there are things that give them away. Little slips that you can notice if you're observant enough."
...Forest hasn't proved to be a Monster, yet this one seeks to hunt her.
The answer is obvious then.
Except this one isn't a Monster either.
We don't actually know that, but we can't decide either way.
That said, this could be problematic...
We could bait her...
"That said," the teen continues, steeling himself, "If it turns out that she's not a Monster and you're still of this opinion when you meet her, then you bet your non-human ass I'll get in your way."