02. Friends in Low Places

Magnos had just arrived in the Reim empire, his movement was swift through the town during the day, he had rented a seemingly run down room from a bar maid, it was roughly a block from the main entrance to the Reim empire, it was dark, Magnos enjoyed this type of environment most due to the fact it reminded him of seclusion, he moved through the dark streets his red hair flowing as he took each step, his crimson eyes seemed to pierce the soul as he noticed another one of his kind, a Fanalis on a mission apparently not too smart confronting a group of men, he didn't seem the most durable but Magnos would not simply count him out as he saw the man speak.

Magnos wasn't the brightest as his steps seemed to draw him closer, but his Fanalis instincts were strong enough to over hear the words "Fight, Win, Death" made Magnos creak his neck and squeeze his fist together moving his right hand to his robes middle section tugging roughly forcing the fabric apart with a slight tear as his arms would pull through the sleeves his dark grin would show, all Fanalis would have this due to there battle loving nature as Magnos's grin would show clearly, Magnos would see the man point towards him, this would be the mans mistake as Magnos would begin sprinting from a few meters(5), this would be obvious to anyone who would belong on the battle field.

Magnos wouldn't make much small talk as his white scale like hand and the rest of his body would wiz past the man(Azreal), and into the group of the sinners, Magnos would only deem it such, they were surrounded in pure darkness, strapped in lots of battle gear that may let them fight at a high potential, Magnos could not let them get prepared as his first move. His right hand with horse like speeds and C tier bare damage would grip upon the far left soldiers head gripping harshly against the skull, the scales on Magnos's hand pressed hard against the skull as Magnos began to carve a dark curious grin into his lips before snapping back into his normal mood as he would hear a sheathe open he would hope it was his ally, but Magnos would look and see as the second to first on the left would Twist Strike at Magnos, the man(Azreal) seemed close enough to save Magnos however the attack itself was off set, and would only land in the facial area of Magnos's body.

(Wc 400, (Same pools))

It wouldn’t take long for the events to escalate drastically. Without warning and lacking hesitation, the red-haired man creeped from the depths of the crowd, only to sprint forward viciously into the group of mercenaries. In truth, from the hair and eyes alone, one could simply deduce the stranger was of Falanis origins. Still, it was odd selecting one randomly from a crowd, knowing the rarity of their breed and how most were selected for various human trafficking and labor forces throughout the world. It was nice to see another free one, or at least what Azrael assumed to be a free man.

As he ripped into the collective body of oppositions, Azrael looked on carefully, his eyes calculating each step as his smile intensified. While attempting to maintain his composure, the sheer bloodlust that came with being of such a refined warrior face easily overtook its vessel at times. In reality, the man was struggling this very moment to not act carelessly and jump into the heat of battle without a plan. Still, something had to be done as the stranger (Styx) clasped one individual, only to have his life threatened by another who reacted to the man’s onslaught with a blade attempting to crash down.

Sprinting forward, Azrael—with blinding speeds—advanced and easily made his way to intercept the attack. With a powerful fist, he would thrust his knuckles into the shoulder of the occupied hand. The force alone easily interrupting the execution of the Twist Strike and would serve to further damage him. The attack alone was enough to force the mercenary to cry out in pain, knowing a bone had been broken upon contact. This was only answered by a spinning heel kick from Azrael, who leaped into the air, delivering his attack instantly following the success of the first. The ending result being the opposition falling to the ground unconscious as both attacks were critically placed for the most damage possible.

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Alexander would let out a sigh as the blade would miss him, hearing a brutal crack from the mans shoulder after Alexander would grin as his rage would begin to build, the whole idea of a bloody battle excited Alexander as he would watch his companion beat the man he counted two more bodies left, his right hand dripping with crimson droplets slowly crashing to the ground, his companion almost three feet from him caused for a little sanctuary as Alexander would grin his foot grinding into the dirt harshly before Alexander would bolt out, the men on the right were looking quiet odd, they didn't have much armor, like at all as Alexander's hand would meet the far right mans head moving him further from the other man, his feet lifted from the ground as Alexander would run five roughly feet from the other guard as the guard whose head laid on Alexanders hand would smash into the wall harshly and without fear.

The man's head seemed to crack as the force applied was far beyond his durability as Alexander's smile would grow as he would smash the man's head several more times against the wall, turning back to see what the other man was up to (Azreal) and what the guard lacking in skill obviously having two fanalis smash through them with little to no problem, Alexander's right hand covered in blood his eyes grew colder than normal as he'd begin to think 'Why does it feel so good...' Alexander would think releasing his grip of the man as he would watch for the guard and the man that Alexander thought was going to win with no problem, Alexander planned to introduce himself after all the men were disposed of, wanted to get the work out of the way to avoid any further problems in the city.

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