[Artoria's hidden, concealed smile to the world could not be so easily obfuscated to the vampire. It was evident not just in her voice, but in the way she drew her holy weapon, it gleaming in a polar opposite alignment to his own weapon, but calling for the same purpose.]

There is no "perhaps" about it, as far as I am concerned.

[The benefit of being a daemon could allow him to be so blunt, and no one could question him for it. Even if it was weird for a Tyrant, usually creatures of solitude, to be so open with such declarations. Valvatorez was nothing if not weird, however.

Still, he was quiet during her speech, happy to let the King of Kings to grandstand appropriately upon the hour of her foretold return. A very rousing call to arms, inspiring, and were he human, he wagered it would be easy to follow her into battle for glory of the world, such was her charisma and force of will. Still though, he could not let himself be outdone either.]

Fools! A Tyrant stands against you! To those that would try to bring eternal night, bring your blades and all of your might! You will know the depths of fear as they break against me, and I will grind your pathetic will to dust! The King of Fear lives, and I will show you a new dimension of terror!

[Valvatorez barreled toward the crowd, Yoshitsuna raised and ready to cleave the first unlucky daemons stupid enough to be in his way.]