He watched as his adversary punched a round causing it to explode. Fancy he thought. Xorion lowered his gun as he stood up. ''Brilliant idea.'' He pulled out the tie and threw it to the ground. ''The Court... Is a barrier that should be passed to reach peace.'' He walked slowly to the couch. Ignored the sizzling of his ankle and threw the shirt he was wearing letting out the sight of his armor. ''I don't know how much you care about this.'' Started in a calm and somewhat authorotive voice as he looked at the man's face an eyebrow raised. ''But I thought you may appreciate me...'' Specifically left out the people he was working for. ''... aiding you. Equivalent trade.''
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@myrmidon_: The shots had been landed on the man which was good but the adversery ripping the door was bad. Xorion asked what this guy was in his head for countless times. Anyone nearby would have their abilities nullified but the man was still strong even in this conditions. ''Good...'' The man moved Xorion ran. As the door started flying towards him Xorion jumped and shot a few rounds. Instantoneous movement helped him pass the door with the doors altered trajectory. The door had clashed with his ankle and left him with pain. After witnessing Myrmidon's durability he changed the gun to higher levels without changin it from stun effect. ''I...'' He shot a round. ''propose...'' Another two followed. ''A truce...'' The last shot fired. ''Not enemy.''
The life was odd. When you think about a bragging neighbour you may end up with a bloodfrenzy killer on your doorstep. That would be his thoughts when he answered to doot if he had time to think. Xorion opened the door without even thinking the possible deathbringer waiting for him. As he had seen the man the time felt slower. Adrenaline rushed to let the instincts take over him. His right foot slid back on the ground changing his body's trajectory. His door handling left hand moved with high velocity using the door to block the punch. He didn't even realize if the unannounced deathbringers hand was stuck or not. He pushed his body and jumped without thinking. The man who is ready for anything was not ready for this. He didn't even have most of his weapons on. Within a quick motion he shot a few rounds through his weapon stranded to his pants. The gun was on the stun mod but the rounds had been made to hurt like hell. ''Are you the man after The Court?!''
@myrmidon_: Coffee cub in one hand and TV's remote controller is in another. Zapping through stupidity the channels threw at him, in a relaxing pose he sat. The couch wasn't that comfortable and was very old. He stopped in an old seasoned action flick. Sound was very loud but Xorion didn't care. The doors knocking could only reach him in the third run. without interfering with the sound of TV he hopped off the chouch. Some dirty shirt and pants accompanied with a badly tied tie was hiding Xorion's suit underneath. ''I am comiiing!'' Xorion yelled to the door. The arcani man didn't show up before and Xorion had forgotten him for two hours. Expecting a some stupid man to brag him about TV he opened up the door to the unexpected guest. ''Yes?''
@myrmidon_: (Something quick is here :P)
The man who fights the terrorist group called 'The Court Of Arcani'. A hooded costume with a red mask. Fancy fighting moves and extraordinary feats. The rumors were comming reoccuringly. For the first times it could have been a mistake but the occurances didn't stop. Only analitical option for that would be that the man had chosen The Court as his enemy. The man was a mystery. So little intel were there and they didn't give anything real productive. Xorion had been on the instances but keeping track wasn't easy. There were no info about it other than the instances. As if 'Arcanemy' didn't exist outside the business nonethless Xorion had some tricks on his sleeves to learn more.
For a while now Xorion was asking questions in plain sight. The questions that shouldn't be asked. The questions that killed. Motive was simple in truth. Xorion wanted the man's attention and he wouldn't rest before taking it. A room had been rented under the name James Arcani. Every man that Xorion questioned for the hooded man had been informed of this place for any new info they'd found. The room was small and out of fashion. Xorion had been staying in this place for days now but it'd been quiet. As usual Xorion asked some questions and came back home. Opened a movie channel in the cable tv and sat back in his couch with a hot coffee in his hands. The cool air filling the room through the windows that were left open on purpose, Xorion felt as if he was on vacation though he was about to be wronged.