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[Anavrin]

The flying, metal object hadn't been noticed by Anavrin, until it smacked the annoying male in the forehead. Naturally, she was rather curious as to who had the raw power to shoot something like that, from possibly across the room, and probably cause damage. Though, she couldn't help but to smile a bit at the situation. Serves the ass right. she mused in her head, having moved so that she was pretty much up against the wall, and the wall itself wasn’t exactly something anyone here would probably enjoy being pressed up against.

A small part of her wanted Duke to get up and demand a fight, just because watching that man getting smashed through a table, would be amazingly fun to watch, for her at least, she doubted it’d be fun for whoever owned the table.

Eventually, she shifted her attention from Duke, to where the bottle cap came from, having heard someone speaking, though she hadn't been able to quite catch what had been said, due to the current noise in the Cantina, and the fact that the accent was rather hard for her to decipher. For now, she mainly waited to see Duke's reaction, wondering if the guy was just going to comply, or possibly chuck something back. Though, the main thing she was hoping for, if the situation degraded into some sort of fight, was that she wouldn't be pulled right on into it, she also didn't want the Padawan to be pulled into a bar-fight, for a few good reasons that had settled into her mind.

"You just got your ass kicked, by a bottle cap." she stated to Duke, her way of attempting to provoke a fight, and her way to just make fun of the tight-panted man. Then, acting as if nothing all too spectacular had occurred, she simply took a sip of her blue colored drink, the outside of the glass covered in condensation, while the liquid itself slished and sloshed within the crystalline glass as she set it back down, onto the table.

Then, she simply started to continue on with her meal, ignoring the existence of Duke's rudeness, while acknowledging his reaction -- whatever it would actually be. This just has to end “well”. she quietly thought, not really wanting to verbalize that thought; being thrown at a table, due to really pissing off the man, wasn't a situation she wanted to end up in. Now, watching Duke get thrown into a table, or watching some other poor soul being thrown into a table, was a completely different story, in fact, it was better, in her mind, than well-done improv.

As she looked up, once more, to see where that bottle-cap-flicking man was, she also noticed yet another scene unfolding in a separate area of the cantina. Must just be this part of Coruscant… but, now there’s potentially two interesting… things going on. she thought to herself, not exactly able to get up from the table, as the wall was on one side, and a potentially pissed off Duke was on her other side, pretty much trapping her in the seat for now. With that realization, came a mental shrug.

This post has been edited by Anavrin on Nov 8 2009, 01:02 AM

[Adenn Gra'tua Ogden]

Several large men around the Cantina rose as Duke was accosted. Most of them seemed well armed, the others held out various weapons from knives to clubs. All of them Humans, they approached Bria and Da'yer from all sides.

"Y'all just made a big mistake," Duke said, standing up angrily. Kuya took this chance and grabbed Anavrin's hand and pulled her away from the table, moving along the wall away from the fight scene as far as they could go inside the Cantina.

Two men wiht blasters aimed at Bria while four guys with clubs and knives approached Da'yer. A couple more looked towards Anavrin and Kuya and approached them. Duke drew a knife and walked towards Da'yer with intent in his eyes.

"I'm gonna gut ya," Duke said to Da'yer, "Then I'm gonna take yer eyes and use them as marbles."

[Anavrin]

"Damn." she muttered, having hoped to avoid any physical confrontation, with herself involved. However, rather than just wait for the armed individuals to actually approach, she did grab a sharp looking knife off a table, more as to use something lethal in retaliation against the thugs, as she wasn't about to light up her lightsabers and begin a worse scene.

Whether or not Kuya was arming herself, Anavrin didn't know, as her full attention was focused on those approaching. Though, she did decide to say something to Kuya, "You armed, or adept at combat... at all?" was the question, as Anavrin hadn't a clue as to whether the Padawan was combat-able, as she was found in a library, of all places. Right now though, Anavrin just hoped that Kuya knew how to at least use a steak knife, lethally.

"Unless there's a nearby door..." Anavrin then mumbled aloud, thinking that just leaving would be better than to risk an outright, full on fight in the Cantina. Getting onto whatever media medium that was common here, was not on her list of "Things to do", at all.

[Adenn Gra'tua Ogden]

Kuya's lightsaber sprang to life beside Anavrin. She whispered "There's a door just past these guys on the right. If we get past them and the other's don't interfere we should be good to go." As she said this the guys hesitated at the sight of the lightsaber. One reached for a blaster and Kuya sprang into action, removing his hand with the blade. The other made a dive for Anavrin but didn't complete it due to being cut in half.

"Come!" she grabbed Anavrin's hand and made a sprint for the door, lopping off another limb of a man that made a grab at Anavrin on the way out. The two were outside in the crowded streets where Kuya deactivated her saber. She was breathing a little heavily from the sudden exertion and the adrenaline. She grinned at Anavrin. "That was...." she didn't know how to finish it. Fun? Exciting? Dangerous.

Then the memories came back; she had just killed a man, and maimed to others. Her Jedi training assaulted her senses and she started to feel sick. her grin was quickly replaced with a frown and she stumbled, falling towards Anavrin.

[Anavrin]

Naturally, Anavrin did drop the knife, as holding such a hazardous object when someone was falling towards you, wasn't that bright of an idea, unless, of course, you wanted to stick them with it. "Are you... ill?" Anavrin asked, not really knowing of a better way to ask her question. However, part of her was pretty much under the assumption that those back in the building, would probably leave in a minute or two. Then again, she could be mistaken and Kuya could've taken out the only few who were actually after them.

Great... if she passes out... ugh, that'll be a damn pain... Anavrin thought to herself, not exactly in the mood to carry a Jedi back to where that hangar was, as that was really the only "free" place she could stay, with someone, and she had no clue just how clean the bedrooms were, judging from the actual hangar area.

"Well, at least, can you walk?" Anavrin then asked, deciding that her previous question wasn't that important right this second.

[Adenn Gra'tua Ogden]

Kuya kind of held onto Anavrin in a sort of drunken-hug kind of way for a moment. "Y-yeah," she said, standing back up, but using a hand on Anavrin's shoulder to support herself, "Yeah, I just...I need to rest a bit." Her hand began to shake. She was really upset by this.

She sniffed in a runny nose, holding back a lot of crying. Her actions had gone against everything she should have done. She had never taken life before nor had she ever used her lightsaber offensively like that.

"D-do you s-spose I could r-rest at your place for a b-bit?" she asked Anavrin. "I know I'm s-still a stranger but I-I don't think I c-can go back to the T-T-Temple for a little b-bit."

[Anavrin]

"Uh... well... I guess..." Anavrin responded, not really knowing what to tell her brother when she suddenly walked in with someone who looked like they had a deadly disease, while taking up a room -- assuming there were multiple places for people to stay there. "And... I take it you want to go there now, right?" she added onto her previous sentence, somewhat doubting that she had somewhere to go, but she had no clue either way.

For now, she just helped Kuya walk a direction, though she didn't make a lot of ground, due to Kuya's current state as well as the fact that Anavrin was waiting on an answer. The fact that there were a lot of people congesting the area added onto the whole slowness, but this was one of those times where Anavrin wasn't about to blow apart due to contained frustration, luckily.

Kuya just nodded her response, too mentally worn to really answer with coherent words. Then, Anavrin just lightly gripped her a bit tighter than before, and started to head off to where the hangar was located. Luckily, it wasn't that far from the Cantina, as her trip to the library had spanned quite an amount of time, and the Taxi had practically brought her backwards.

The actual walk was dull, and rather redundant as all they did was walk by a few people who were going to who-knows-where, as well as passing by some signs dictating where the proper walkways were and where some sites were located. In the total course of twenty minutes, rather long minutes, Anavrin walked up to the hangar her brother owned. Going inside was like walking into a trash dump, as he still hadn't hired a damn cleaning crew to clear everything up. Her nose scrunched itself, despising the rank smell of the place.

"Upstairs..." she mumbled, approaching a pathway of stairs, and slowly making her way up -- being sure that Kuya could keep pace. The stairs were incredibly dirty near the bottom, trash and grit common on their once clean surfaces. When they reached half of the way up, Anavrin noticed that she could actually see the stair -- rather than the jacket of filth it wore.

So, he cleans half the damn stairs? She thought in her head, nearly facepalming at how stupid that seemed. However, once she reached the top, she did take a large notice on how much cleaner the upstairs was, in comparison to the main hangar. They had actually walked into a rather large room, set up in a similar fashion to a living room, where chairs, furniture, and all sorts of little trinkets sat about. Large windows covered the west wall, polished to near perfection. The floors, and walls, even the ceiling was all clean of debris, the fact that it puzzled Anavrin, was obvious.

"Anavrin!" said a rather loud, young voice from off to the right. Naturally, Anavrin muttered a bit under her breath, at the mention of her actual name, not yet having told Kuya that her name wasn't really "Ciel.", hopefully, she'd get a chance to explain why she used an alias to begin with.

"Have a free room?" Anavrin responded, more wanting to set Kuya down before the Jedi decided to throw up all over the nice floor, and knowing her brother, he'd probably have his sister clean it up, a disgusting chore.

"Oh, right, you brought a lil' friend this time 'round." Her brother remarked, "Down the hall, the room on the left." he stated, telling them exactly where the guest-room was located in his clean, one floor abode. Anavrin rolled her eyes a bit, and simply headed down that way. Luckily, her elder brother had something to tend to, so she didn't get the opportunity to have him follow her around.

When she opened the door to the room, she was less than impressed. The room itself seemed to have been made for either one fat human, or two children. A single, small sized bed dominated the center of the room, sitting upon a red colored rug which seemed to have stray animal hair trapped in it; she supposed one of her brother's friends owned a small animal of some kind. There was another door off to the right, presumably leading off to a bathroom, and other than that, there was a metal desk which was nailed into the wall, accompanied by a metal chair. On the ceiling, she noted a single light that, she supposed, provided light to the room. The last thing that she noticed was a small window overlooking the bustling streets below.

"Well... I'll set you on the bed." Anavrin stated, just putting her down and onto the fluffy mattress. "Are you going to need a bucket?" she then asked, wondering if the Jedi was about to return everything that the weird guy had paid for.


This post has been edited by Anavrin on Nov 8 2009, 08:11 PM

[Avan Exellius]

Duke had made a very very unwise decision as he confronted the stone cold Mandalorian. Da'yer shot up into a standing position with his hands behind his back slowly disconnecting the sharp hook that held his chain together. When loosened the rest of the 3 meter chain was hanging loose as chainer held the blunt bola end in his right hand whilst twirling the hook in his left. There was no pause to action for him as he let the chain sling forward catching Duke right under the jaw. The hook was sunk in as if in a fish. The pointed tip of the curved puncturing length protruded with a spurt of blood as Da'yer replied unimpressed by the previous threat, "I guess you want me to shut it for you then." With a hard yank he pulled Duke past the distance between them.

The trained killer let his boot rise up to kick Duke in the gut causing the thug to exclaim in a muddled mixture of blood and pain. Da'yers fist pummeled into the side of the Dukes face twice with hammering blows that knocked him to his knees. Chainer was fully aware of the enemies pulling near ready to aggregate upon him so while he would usually take his time with scumbags such as Duke, but he had already knocked back a few many spirits and wasn't feeling like dragging out something that wasn't mission specific. So he tugged on the hook ripping it from the jaw and gently wiped the blood of the mans suit as he knelt dizzy.

Easily he brought the chain binding into a sorta durasteel chain bracer with the bola end locking the chain tight as he gripped the hook in his right hand. "I hate amateurs..." The mando muttered under his breath letting the sharp end of the hook bash down against the gang leaders skull, dropping him almost instantly into a lifeless span. Suddenly a sharp grin brushed against Da'yers face and the hook spun this time in his right hand as he left his left hand out forward as if guiding and looking to the club and knife wielding foes.

"Come now kiddies, time to play with the big bad man who just laid your boss out like dirty laundry." He exclaimed in a frenzy as the the Cantina's patrons began to rush to disperse and the Manager of the establishment began to call on for the Alliance police.

Before Chainer could even let a second pass all four men charged upon him which resulted in him ducking letting the hook slam back into his grip and then digging up into the groin of the forward foe. He met the man behind him a hard elbow spinning around tearing the hook from tender flesh and slamming it firmly into the neck of the other human male. Two were quickly wounded leaving a man trying to sweep him from the side with the knife but he let his weight and the hook embedded into previous mans neck pull the body infront of the knife wielding man taking a quick stab to the back.

"Way to go genius..." He insulted in typical fashion relinquishing the hook and kicking both men back with a mighty boot and turning to an easily trembling club wielding man who was preparing to lay Da'yer in but couldn't. When they locked eyes the calm blood-lusting stare paralyzed the man. However out of the Corner of Chainer's eyes he saw the emitted flash of a lightsaber and deep disgust bubbled inside his stomach. He had aided one of the cowardly and loathsome sorcerers. In a spasm of frustration he confronted the man who was already stepping back fumbling into tables and chairs witnessing the pools of blood blanketed by the writhing bodies of his comrades.

No time was wasted the Black Sun Mandalorian let his hook hang and gripped the temples of the frightened human male brutally wrenching the head with a snap dropping the man. He noticed another woman being confronted by two men holding guns. She was concealing a weapon on herself even in a skimpier outfit then he would dare see most women wear in public. He would stand back to observe the womans tactics, her life was of no worth to him. If worse came to worst he would clean up the mess she would leave for him. So a dark chuckle emitted from his lips as he spun his chained hook absent mindedly. One man however was left fine except for a few bumps on the floor. The one who tried to pull the knife on him, but instead planted it firmly into his buddies back. It wasn't that Da'yer forgot as he stepped past the laid out men, but he had better things to watch.

[Maya Whitelight]

It was what was taking place inside of her that brought a grin to her face now instead of a pleassent smile. As she let the timing be right, as it was she watch more then that of the fight that had broken out on the other side of t he place. Then it came with the taking his eyes off of her for a second to cheek up on his boss which happen to be falling to the ground.

Out like a cat of lighting she had her Akk teeth knife out and had it into the ones gun hand that when halfway through the gun itself. At the same time she did a spending movement while doing that she torn off her cloak using it as a shield of sorts against the other as he fired at her. Her heart now beating faster then it was a few second again she was in her element now that was a battle. Now those around seeing her full body not only a part of it that had been exposed when one had lift back her cloak. Now in full view was warrior tattoos along with three claws scars running down her back.

Her self now work on jumping up and kicking the one in the head, it was true she had her lightsaber that she could draw at any time but for now she would left it in her hair and use her skills as a warrior, which she enjoy using and showing off. The one now being in front of her now with a face of shock. For some reason there was always shock on ones face even in the Temple when she had to report to the Battle master for training showing of her skills.

Like that of a graceful dancers she danced around with each blow as if it was nothing more then a dance to her. Her face was one of happiness to be in the mist of the battle now, not paying attention of another but her own pray. It was then that she had another one of their buddy join what was left of the other two. With her one hand making a motivation of him to come at her she was ready to take him on hand to hand with his own knife that he hand.

As it is as her blade hit his the steel tip falling to the ground as her cut through like it was cutting through butter. Then finish him off with a round kick then a strike with her hand then with the blade to wound and disable not to kill as she drove the knife deep into a place a very much discomfit, driving home her point to kick his things in his pants and to think with the other head next time.

[Avan Exellius]

So what? She had a little bit of skill but she was holding back too much. There was nothing refined about her tactics. A wild cat let loose and clashing with less then worthy opponents. However the worst thing she could do was let them live... Always the worst thing you could do.

A sudden roll and hiss of a blaster chamber ignited in the newly silent room as Da'yer caught the one former knife wielding thug square between the eyes. The blaster was propped over his shoulders and the Mando never even looked or batted an eye as he swiftly drew the gun from his thigh strap. In his right hand he was still lightly twirling his hook making a turn about and walking to those thugs that were still moving and popping a round or two into their heads. It was nothing personal, but these skeeze-balls butted into the middle of his newly adopted mission to kill them all.

"And this is why I told her I didn't like the Cities, and I didn't like the Alliance. At least the Imperials I already hate then ontop of that their thugs have the ability of being somewhat challenging." He briskly announced insulting a series of corpses as if he was talking his associate. It was surprisingly heartfelt from a man who had night any heart to speak of. However some would like to fancy that Da'yer was a man of deeper meaning... "Those Bastards knocked over my drink?!" But the finding the meaning was certain Art that only his former wife mastered. Inevitably leading to their very quick divorce.

So there Chainer was stuck between to crossroads he could light up a deathstick or crack open a bottle of Adegan Ale. However as he looked over at the woman he couldn't stand the fact she left the men living. So he quickly reached over the bartenders counter and picked up a thick bottled draft cracking it open and letting the clear amber liquid drench his throat. With a swath of bitter and sharp tastes he exhaled in favor marching over to the girl.

By the time he got there he was cocking his brow at her gathering a clearer glimpse of her attire. "I wasn't aware ye types were allowed in the Alliance? These babies are a little too prissy for their loafers." Taking another smooth swig of the drink he sighed downwards at the two thugs that were so simply dismantled, "However Darling get the damn job done or leave it someone who knows what they're doing...." His words were sharp crass as he let his solid booted heel smash down against the nearest mans skull. It wasn't as soon as his boot smashed down his right hand tossed his hook grabbing the other through their chin and dragging them with a guttural scream. The same boot would press down smoothly against the throat as he violently yanked separating the spine and the skull. The dying cry was muffled out by Da'yer pressing his foot harder on the throat and exclaiming, "Quit yer crying, I am sick o' ya bastards f***in up my mood."

Slowly he retrieved his crimson and bloodied hook with its contents sloshing against his skin. Groaning he took his Ale letting it pour over his hand and the hook allowing the blood to drain off then curdle with the alcohol as it fell to the floor. Bringing the metal up to the light he gave a wicked smile towards the girl in satisfaction. "Gotta keep the tools clean, don't need to be spreading infections. Heh..." He said as if he was an official on the subject, that some way in his long profession of killing he held a higher standard of "Death".

[Maya Whitelight]

Bria eyes widen with horror to what this warrior with the chain weapon was doing. In her eyes it was murder they was down for the count. All her teaching and training of the jungle law came flowing back to her. Just looking at him with a very discussing look on her face now.

In her broken basic now pointing her finger at him, most would be tucking their tails inbetween their legs and finding the first whole to go hide in with the likes of him what one had wittesness him doing to those poor soul but not Bria. She stood proud now. Taking her blade and wipping the little blood she had on it on her leg to clean it before she reshelthing it on her hip.

Her eyes looking at him now but narrowing them, before speaking, "Look here I don't care who you are you tell me about how wrong I was leaving them a live, as its not my warrior code to kill those that are already down and their weapons gone from their hands,, no you are wrong with what you did to these poor soul.

Turing back around, "One more thing let's get something straight, don't call me darling..got it mister..." her eyes looking at him in a way...

[Avan Exellius]

The moment gave a very sharp turn as she started to lecture him without even using her head. How naive was she thinking she she could base her opinion about him being wrong by her simply being right. Did she even know the whole story? Or was she just as blind as the rest of the populace. A scowl of frustration arched his brows as he simply stated, "I am not do-gooder, but how much do you know of these men? They were far from earning mercy and undeserving of the courts. How many innocent lives that you speak of have these men ruined? You think Justice is taking away their ability to fight and smacking them on the wrist?" Laughter erupted soon after he questioned her giving a wicked snarl whilst returning his chain to his waist. "Put them in their Jails where they live comfortably and the others they destroyed lay ravaged... where is their Justice? I don't care about Justice but I understand how this world works 'Darling'" He added the last bit with a little charm of humor taking down little last bit of ale in the bottle.

Dropping the bottle he brushed back his gentle dark hair standing under a warm ambient light of the club. He was far older than Bria yet he didn't appear as typically worn as most did in his age. 40 years was a golden year he was surely rising up over the hear. However as he gave a relaxing sigh taking in his carnage one could see something of a gentle side. But this was a lie, a very subtle chameleons trick. If one thought his thoughts were drifting from death they were largely mistaken as he was only counting numbers. The numbers of men and women it would take him mowing through to get through the day. Everyone had an opinion and would criticizing him and yet here he stood firmly as he states countless times... uncaring.

It wasn't but a few seconds of the moment that Da'yers eyes rested on Bria again as he examined her with a little bit of a soured disdain smacking her finger out his line of sight. "And what code or sense of Honor gives you the right to judge me Jungle Girl? Are you so haughty to believe ye are so much better than me self when ye could and likely have taken a life like I. Easily maybe with less comprehension..." His words were a sharp sting thrown back at her as he neared her with a hiss showing a very predatory glare standing over her. "For food, yer entertainment, the thrill, hell even for yer knives and yer clothes... or what little ye do wear. What made these beasts lives so much less than these men who intentionally sought to hurt and abuse? You know what the answer is? Nothing... They are all prey fer a bigger beast. If ye have a warriors spirit as ye stand and believe ye don't play with yer food, ye don't bat them around and leave 'them staunching and humiliated. Ye give them at least a little honor in death." The whole moment he was face to face, eye to eye, letting scowling and his size bare down on her.

He may have been a ruthless, soulless, heartless, and whole slew of things that made him so much less than human. But he was a wizened hunter and somewhere all in that mucked up world he lived within his chaos there were Rules. In his despicable and corpse laden realm where he stood as a King there was honor. Chainer was a stranger to Bria's world the otherside of the Hunt that she couldn't point a finger at and call wrong, for in doing so she admitted to herself she was wrong also. He was like her but completely separate. A faster, stronger, bigger beast than her, but it wasn't these things that made him strong. That cold look in his eyes in all confusing parallels held a fire, the thirst of his experience. To be able to do what none would ever dare challenge you to. To be the perfect predator...

The stare down ended with a shove from him as he pushed her out of his way heading towards a door with his curiosity. The other women that escaped they wouldn't have gotten far from him, and something told him there was a little bit more to the story than either let on. "So don't bother calling me a monster if ye can't accept the title yerself. I dislike hypocrites very much strumpet. Go do what ye best for hiking yer legs up like a dog in heat, and draining poor men of their credits." While one would expect him to give some final words he was taking it to a whole other level asking for trouble. His words were derogatory and lewd and above the mark of insulting. They were a sign he didn't think much of her at all. A plain little attempt at mocking.

[Maya Whitelight]

In a sick way she was right she didn't know anything about these men or what they have done or was going to do in the future. In her mind she just started to tell her with out reason her way was the right way she had been taught the way of life not to take life unless need to there was no other choice.

Her mind on his but she was looking up at him both hands on her hips now she wasn't going to show this monster that she was afraid of him. She knew when up against a cruel beast show it fear then it had truly won. Her eyes stone on him not moving or blink staying her ground with him.

She hadn't been out in this galaxy much yet it was a strange place she was finding out more so that she didn't want to know more of these kind of people. Knowing she was over her head now with everything that she had seen take place her not fully understand this galaxy behavior how curl some of their thinking could be upon the weak.

Then came the insalt on her very nature that she stood for letting her warrior rage boil taking her knife. In her hand as he could see him almost to the door. Throwing it so it only wised by his hand planting in the door frame on the side. The white ivory teeth shine with the gold in lace bone carved bone.

"Your a real piece of work"

Realize that she had let the rage control her at that second of her relieving the second that handle left her the palm of her hand. This brought up the fear inside of her pushing it back down stuned that she would do something like this she would need to go back to t he Temple and medicate on this so she wouldn't have a rage bust like this again even in the heat of battle...it was true she was young was still learning complete control one reason why her great grandmother sent her to the Temple for training that she couldn't give her or the elders of her tribe.

This post has been edited by Maya Whitelight on Nov 14 2009, 02:40 PM

[Avan Exellius]

Chainer's large hand smoothed darkened against the mettalic plating of the door frame. The city of coruscant was whipping with the rime of the season and the noise of the world was only steps away. The sound of whirring sirens stung at his senses. Then the akk knife nailed through the steel with a firm impact. It was like punching a hole with a bullet right above his hand. The girl had lost her nerve venting a rage that made him smirk. He had won this battle breaking her so easily in her mental state. Youth was something of a golden treat for him as the youthful in their lack of experience could be led to believe whatever their Masters willed. It was his subtle will to watch her break, and through Chaos learn or die. Simple and true as it could ever be.

"I can only hope ye' senses are as nimble as yer fingers, girl." He hissed gently with a devilish smirk gracing the handle of the knife implanted in the door frame. With a smooth grasp he yanked the blade free and observed it with intense focus. Then his voice picked up as his blue eyes set on Bria as if he was lining her up in his guns sights, yet there was no gun in hand only the stare. "You will need it if ever there is a next time for us to meet, for if we do... hehe" His laughter was wicked in between as he brought the knife to his side, "I will show you how deep seated your instincts are, I will show you the killer in you. You will either embrace it or die. I give no alternatives." The intent in his voice was twisted and mangle and the force seemed to numb around him as he spoke. He had killed so many it echoed from his presence.

Turning to the door he heard the police closing in on the building and he was not wanting to fight another battle. Vi would most likely be expecting him any time now. So with a groan he kicked the traditional door forward breaking the lock from its frame as it flew open with force. "Till then, you better be working hard as you can. For when I come I will be ready for anything you will give me." His boots pressed to the ground soon after his final warning. Or was it a Challenge? Whatever she did triggered something personal in him. Maybe it was the act of throwing of knife was akin to a noble tossing their glove to the floor. She called him out in her boiling rage and so he answered ever so profoundly.

His motions from one foot out of the building was like a dune rider in the dusts of Tatooine. Da'yer was was a shadow and he had instantly blended in with his environment making sure his steps would never be tracked. Efficient and cold that was his job, it was his life.