"It's alright, at least for now." Jones stepped toward his room.
...
"Tripped?" Count Dracula gently touched the palm-sized doll sculpture on his desk, and the doll fell over with a "clang": "Tripped and defeated? At seventy, I should not be able to defeat someone who is one hundred and thirty. But, who knows what happened?"
Count Dracula shrugged.
For the Blood Clan, fighting was something that straddled the line between good and bad.
Strong power was desired by all races, and the Blood Clan was no exception. For those Blood Clan members who were genuinely powerful, their prestige came from being strong enough to fight and having many offspring. Most of these Blood Clan members were very old, and unlikely to fight unnecessarily as there was no need.
For other Blood Clan members, fighting was not a good thing. It was crude, lacked elegance, and did not fit with the aesthetics of the Blood Clan.
