A Night in the City [ Private | Lilithia / Zafar ]

Slaps and dull thuds sounded in the night and echoed throughout back street alley walls as a violent beating took place not too far from where Diana and her canine were enjoying their stroll. A sharp sound of a fist cutting through the air preceded an unnatural cracking and popping could be heard followed by a howl of pain. Zafar Mushtaq had been enjoying the throbbing pain of a backstreet thug who had tried to mug him. The masochistic assassin had playfully resisted in order to goad some punishment out of the punk. The punches were woefully weak as they slammed into his face one after the other, but it was better than nothing. The last few nights were dreadfully uneventful and even light love taps such as these were enough to alight some fire in the twisted clown's eyes. Unfortunately, the would-be-robber had seen the smile on Zafar's face as some kind of offense and switched to a body blow. Poor decision.

The chink of bone against metal immediately followed by the crunch of a broken fist was music to Zafar's ears. His eyes rolled back slightly as he listened to the young man in front of him yell out in pain. "Aaargh! W-What the!?...What's your stomach made of...?" It was a fair inquiry. Few people expected the wrapping around Zafar's waist to be anything other than bandages after all. It was quite the leap to assume they were actually part of a sword. Zafar simply shrugged and gave the mugger a satisfied smile with narrow golden eyes that gleamed in the night. "I've got guts of steel, I suppose." The assassin's palms turned up splayed open and empty only to flicker with slight of hand to reveal a playing card. The strange gesture Zafar made combined with the breaking of his own fist had caused the thief's eyes to become filled with fear and confusion. Seeing this, Zafar sighed and his hand flickered again. The playing card vanished, replaced by a gold coin which Zafar calmly flipped in the young man's direction.

"Thanks for the loving~ It's been fun~"

The crimson haired killer gave the thug one last smirk as the confused robber fumbled to catch the gold coin feeling even more confused. The mugger watched blankly while holding his broken hand as he watched Zafar stroll off into the darkness of the alley back streets.

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"Aaah, what trash. He could barely last a few minutes..."

The dejected sound in Zafar's voice made his disappointment apparent as he rubbed his ever so slightly swelling cheek. The beating had left him with disheveled hair, dirtied skin, and a small bruise on his cheek...as well as a completely unsatisfied expression. At least some blood had been drawn on the inside of his mouth. The iron flavor mixed with saliva and was swished around playfully as Zafar emerged from an alley onto a main street. He was in the middle of stretching his arms in a carefree manner just before spitting the blood off to the side unwittingly placing the lob of wet bloody spit on a trajectory towards Pluto. If the beast didn't move, a small portion of its beautiful coat would wind up soiled red. Regardless, Zafar hardly noticed and rudely stopped in place directly in front of Diana's path, still stretching his arms out bathing in the afterglow of his ♥punishment♠.

‘What a day…’ Lilithia muttered to herself, simply annoyed by the fact that she was tricked by someone who posted a job on the board. The mission that she thought she would have to do was different from what she ended up doing and that really ruin her mood for the day. The blue haired woman began the day with a positive vibe and the will to actually do mission so she can get money to live, yet doing a mission that you didn’t like and you had no choice but to do it anyways could really affecting your own sanity. It said they needed an escort, which would be a job where someone wanted to hire a warrior to protect them. They wanted a strong female warrior so the Imuchakk decided to take the job, only to find herself entering a pub and met this shady looking man who explained that the job was to “protect” the customers by becoming an escort lady in the pub.

The woman gritted her teeth and clenched her fist just by remembering that, still feeling the anger because they tricked her and even threatened her because she refused to do the job. She didn’t go all the way to ruin the pub but she made sure that she taught them a lesson for this trickery. On her way back to the inn that she was staying, someone bumped into her and then with a scared and confused face, he quickly took the coin that fell to the ground and flee. Lilithia tilted her head and wondered what happened with that man before she stood up and continue walking into the alleyway.

“Explain yourself.”

She overheard a female’s voice and then she quickly hid herself before she tried to peek to find out who was having the conversation because it sounded so serious like something fun would happen. When she peeked, there was a woman with a strange beast and a man that looked like a mess. Thinking that maybe she shouldn’t interrupt, she thought that it would be better if she just continue walking past them and go home. So the blue haired girl continued to walk forward towards where the redhead and the woman were without even gazing at them.

The self indulgent man would have never even noticed the mutt he had spat upon had it not begun showing aggression and had its owner not spoken up. That being said, he wouldn't be unduly rude now that they had gotten his attention. "Hm?" Zafar turned and looked down to see the girl and her canine, the latter which seemed to be all too eager to rip a good chunk of flesh from his body were it given the chance. Despite this, Zafar gave a soft smile realizing what had happened, the bloody mess on the dogs snout giving it away. "Ah, sorry about that. I wasn't paying attention is all." The words came out in a silky smooth voice that held a steady lack of fear for the snarling creature and even rung full of truth.

Zafar bent his knees to crouch down and gave a smile that should have been warm, but held a disturbingly cold air about it as he stopped stretching and reached out towards Pluto slowly. The man was giving off the air of a wild beast or some natural disaster. It was no surprise that the beast was violent towards him. Perhaps it could instinctively sense the danger Zafar posed. Yet, there was no killing intent or aggression coming from Zafar's movements as his outstretched hand turned over and then back to reveal a handkerchief. "My sincere apologies. Please use this to wipe it off. I would do so myself but..." The clownish man's eyes flickered from eye contact with Diana down towards Pluto and then back again. "It doesn't seem safe for me to do so." Zafar left his hand and the handkerchief held out just a hair's breadth away from where Pluto could actually bite him.

Meanwhile, the sensation of a cold prickle run down Zafar's spine. It was the familiar feeling of being watched, although the assassin had no idea who was watching him or from where they were hidden. Nor did he make an attempt to look around for them, instead focusing his gaze onto Diana playfully curious as to how she would receive his apology.

Lilithia kept walking forward and entered the main street where the redhead and the female with the beast were standing, noticing that the beast was alarmed now whatever the cause was. It would be dangerous if she walked right past through them and the beast just decided to see her as another enemy and leaped at her. She was not even sure if the bruises on the man's face was because of the female's beast or not. Perhaps she should say something first to warn them that she was going to walk that way... The blue haired girl would then walked slowly, staring at the man and woman intensely until she was close enough to speak to them, around 2 meters away. "Good evening..."

Taking no offense to the fact that his offered handkerchief was declined, Zafar slowly retracted his hand and stored it away in his pants pocket. One might expect him to stand up and leave at that point, however the clown-faced assassin simply remained squatted, one arm coming to rest upon his knee while the other planted on his other knee. The latter propped up his chin and Zafar sat there staring at Diana with an odd gleam in his eye. When she asked if he was injured, Zafar pivoted the palm of his hand from one cheek to the injured one and rubbed the bruise intentionally causing a bit of pain to himself. "Mmmm~ This? It's just a love tap I got from a stranger~" There was a twinge of pleasure in his tone as he pressed into the wound harder and the strange light in his eyes grew more intense.

It was then that the Imuchakk woman arrived and offered greetings. Zafar's eyes flashed to the side and he immediately recognized the woman as Lilithia, one of the coliseum fighters he'd been watching for quite some time now. The light smirk on Zafar's lips grew slowly into a grin and he stood up at last Turning to face the new comer, Zafar instantly ignored Diana entirely, as well as her growling mutt. In his eyes she was like an old toy cast off because a much more interesting new one had been obtained. "Lilithia Galavant...What a deep pleasure to meet you~" Zafar swept his arm across his chest and took a light bow before standing and staring a hole into Lilithia's body. Zafar's golden eyes scanned the Imuchakk woman's frame up and down feeling excitement begin to swell through his blood.

The disturbing man licked his lips as he eyed Lilithia, not because of her sexual assets, but rather due to her powerful Imuchakk muscles. Just thinking about being punched with them was sending shivers and chills up and down Zafar's spine.

The Imuchakk stayed still and stared at the strange looking man while she raised an eyebrow as her reply to the man's weird behavior. He just said her name and she didn't remember to ever meet this man somewhere before, she thought that he might just recognized wrong person but it was clearly her name that he mentioned. Annoyed by the thoughts that this man might have a lot of information about her without her knowing made her felt angrier than before. The man should have noticed the death glare that Lilithia sent to him, a glare that was as sharp as knife and as cold as ice.


"Who the hell are you? How do you know my name?" The blue haired woman began to speak, her tone and wording of choice was harsher than usual. She could walk towards the man and threatened him to speak, but the Imuchakk decided to stay on her spot to observe the orange haired man more. He didn't seem annoyed having those bruises on his face, in fact... he didn't act like how people normally do-- ewww, the disturbing man was just licking his lips and automatically made him look more disturbing than ever. "...Are you a maniac?" She looked at the girl before turning back to see the strange man again, "Are you trying to do disturbing things to her as well? That was why you got attacked?" The giant clenched her fist, ready to attack if the man snapped because of the accusations. Lucky for her, if he decided to come at her, she could release some stress by punchinh a free orange colored punching bag tonight.

Seeing the agitation in Lilithia's posture as she demanded the reason Zafar knew her name made the glee on his face become all the more evident. "I'm simply a big fan of your coliseum matches. I'd been meaning to set a...date to show you some of my adoration~" The explanation wasn't exactly false, but then again, it wasn't exactly fully forthcoming either. Zafar's hobby was hunting down and killing strong gladiators. Lilithia was one of the targets on his list of pleasure kills. Of course, he'd never admit that here to her face in such a straightforward way. But even so, a thick aura of killing intent was beginning to ooze from the man as he found it hard to hold back his murderous urges now that one of his desired toys was standing in front of him. Zafar wanted nothing more than to rip into her flesh and feel the ecstasy of having his bones broken from her efforts to fight back. The mere thought was getting him more and more turned on, so Zafar bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood and let the pain of that hold him over long enough to maintain self control. There was a witness here in the form of Diana after all. Zafar was crazed, but he wasn't sloppy or foolish.

The question to Zafar's sanity was ignored, his efforts preoccupied with calming down his boiling blood. However he had managed to compose himself by the time the third question was asked. Zafar glanced in Diana's direction and connected the dots of Lilithia's assumptions. His eyes while he looked at the mutt rearing girl were bored and uninterested, the smile melting from his face. Zafar then turned his gaze back to Lilithia and the smile returned with a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Half correct, half wrong~" The clownish man said, his hands splayed open palm up as he shrugged before reaching up to caress the bruise on his face. "This little present was from someone else. I was the victim of a mugging, the brute took my gold coin and ran off~" This first statement wasn't a lie, although it was certainly misleading. The second, Zafar wasn't sure if it were the truth or not. After all, he'd been in the middle of deciding what to do with Diana before Lilithia appeared. "As for her, well...I'll let you guess which part was half right~ Fufufufu~"

"Ahh... from coliseum match... that makes sense..." Lilithia stepped closer towards the mad man, she looked calmer than before now as she was no longer giving off a pressuring vibe. "By setting a date... do you mean like having a coliseum match with me?" It was something that was not important to be asked actually, but the blue haired girl decided to ask to satisfy her curiosity. This man was not like a normal person after all and seeing he behaving like this made the Imuchakk think that he was picking a fight. But it was too quick to decide things for now, the woman and her beast didn't look less suspicious as well. "Tell me, what is your name?"

When the man mentioned about someone taking his coin, all Lilithia could think about was only that confused man with a gold coin on his hand. If he was really robbing this maniac, then his expression wouldn't be like someone who was confused, it was supposed to be a happy feeling to be able to get a money. What made it stranger was about the amount of the money that was robbed from this weird man, why only take a gold coin if he could take more...

The woman would finally begin to speak, stating that the maniac might be lying and that the scream was not his. The woman's tone and expression would be the points that Lilithia would judge to decide whether or not she was telling the truth. Then again, if this man really harassed her, this woman would tell her that she had been harassed. However, the Imuchakk did hear the scream but she didn't really give much care about it and kept walking until she bumped to the man who was holding a gold coin. "You might be right..." The giant stared at the woman before staring back at the man, "How many gold coin that you have with you right now?" That was all that she could ask to the maniac, hoping that she could get a honest answer. But she would add one statement right after that, "...I think you are strong enough to hold against a mugging though..."

"Yes...something like that~" Zafar said admitting that he planned on having a match with Lilithia, although the one he had in mind would be in a dark alley much like the one behind the Imuchakk woman. "You may call me...Joker~" Zafar said in a coy tone, not willing to give out his real name. He produced a playing card with the flicker of his hand that had the Joker on its face and displayed it next to his face with a teardrop tattoo. "I am the wildcard that all men fear to face but covet in their pockets. I am-" He was about to go one with further elaborate introductions when suddenly Diana spoke up her suspicions that he might be lying. The sly smile remained on his face however and he suddenly spoke up not missing a beat in his sentence.

"-MANY many things, but a liar I am not. I may bend the truth at times, but I never break it my dear. I most certainly did get mugged. The mugger took a gold coin from me without a doubt. But you'd be right if you thought the scream a short while ago was not mine. I've got an iron gut you see, the poor fellow broke his hand on it." Zafar then knocked on his abdomen with a fist and the sound of knuckle against metal rang out from each quick rapping. Zafar then reached into his pockets and pulled them out empty showing no coins to be had. Only some playing cards that flickered in the night lighting as if they were shiney and made of metal. "As you can see, I've no more coins on me either~"

Zafar was an assassin after all, carrying around money when it wasn't needed was just another potential risk one had to worry about. Leaving behind even a single coin as evidence of to a murder was an unforgivable sin Zafar would not allow himself. He'd only had the original coin on him as a "tip" for the man he'd goaded into beating him. With his case for innocence made, Zafar returned his pockets and their contents to their resting conditions and splayed his palms open and face up for the two girls.

"Do you have other questions for me? Or have I satisfied your thirst for justice?"

Zafar would wait for a moment for their replies. Then his eyes would flash with a mischevious look as he pointed to Diana, "I think she's the more suspicious person here. After all, just look at the beast she has with her. It's spit seems to be frightfully...potent. Not to mention how violent it is, the mutt tried to eat me just moments ago. What is a frail looking girl like her doing out in the middle of the night with such a ferocious creature? Hm~?' Zafar asked his question while looking Diana dead in the eye. "Do you deny that it was trying to attack me just now? Or would you like to accuse me of lying once more?~"

Lilithia soon thought that Joker was not his real name, the person with this type was not really interested to reveal about himself usually. He liked to keep things to himself but if he knew more about other person, he might use it to bend the truth. Just like having a synchronized mind, the ‘Joker’ admitted that he might bend the truth at time, which made the blue haired girl chuckled but not because she was amused. “I won’t judge then.” The Imuchakk put one hand on her hip, letting her left leg to get more pressure to hold her body. Diana seemed like a curious person as she crouched over to him and poked the maniac’s ‘steel gut’, that alone made the blue haired girl shook her head and chuckled again. But to answer the redhead’s question, Lilithia would take several step closer to him before answering, “I am insatiable.” She might be seen like giving off her sexual appeal to both the redhead and the beast tamer, but in fact, she was just answering without any intention to do so.

She didn’t feel the need to listen to the maniac’s accusation for Diana even more so she decided to give her focus to the woman, pulling her hat down by using her hand before placing it front of her left chest. “Lilithia Galavant, pleased to meet you.” She would then stare at the beast before staring back to the woman, “What a nice beast…” She said, praising Pluto. “I always want my own dog actually.”

Zafar stared intensely at Lilithia with a gleam in his eyes once she made her comment towards him, "Insatiable? As am I~ We should see which of us has more...endurance some day." From the perverted tone and twisted expression one might think Zafar was making a sexual comment, but his mind was elsewhere. Focused solely on the thought of meeting this Imuchakk woman in battle. The mere thought of hit sent his body spiraling down into an abyss of anticipation and phantom pleasures. "Mmmm~" He closed his eyes and let out a moan of sorts, coincidentally just as Diana touched him. Zafar opened his eyes wide and stared at her with the ferocity of a wild beast, but didn't so much as flinch in her direction. Regardless a profound sense of crises might just come over here if she were sensitive to the wave of killing intent that billowed off of the man.

It took only a single breaths span of time for Zafar to suppress himself though, and with a smile he smothered all that killing intent. "Don't sneak in touches like that, girl. You might find a man will poke you back in ways you find...uncomfortable~" Yet another statement flowed from Zafar's lips that could have been taken to have erotic context. However the truth of the matter is that he was talking about "poking" with the tip of his dagger rather than the tip of his manhood. Nevertheless, an unfathomably perverted look was on Zafar's face as he became physically aroused by the mental images of cutting into the two females in front of him, a fantasy of killing both at once even flittered into his fickle mind for a moment before it moved on to a different day dream of murder and blood.

Zafar remained standing there lost in his mental constructions until either of the two girls addressed him further. Content to let them make meaningless small talk while his brain concocted a thousand and one different ways to murder them. That same twisted and perverted smile of an expression on his face all the while with eyes like upturned crescents.

Zafar’s words sent a shiver on the blue haired woman’s spine and she would grab her left arm with her right hand as she stared toward the maniac with an interested gaze. “Oh? Really? We definitely need to do it someday…” Lilithia challenged the man back, sending a mixed signal that could make people who heard it thought that it was a sexual comment even though the woman meant her words differently. His moan would make the Imuchakk tilted her head and held her own laugh as he moaned when Diana touched him. Perhaps his endurance in the term of sexuality was not that strong it seemed, not that it matter to her because she was not interested in the man in that kind of way.

She couldn contain her laughter anymore when he played with his word, saying that he would poke Diana back in ways that she could find uncomfortable. She would try to hold the laughter again and it would make her look like she was shaking as she covered her lips with her hand. However, the girl with the beast excused herself after giving her reply to Lilithia’s interest with dog even though by dog, she didn’t mean it as a literal dog. Her gaze would be back to Zafar, “So, care for a drink?” The blue haired woman would invite the man instead of going back to the inn like what she intended to do before.

Diana taking her leave was just what Zafar wanted, especially since Lilithia had shot back with her own confident words. The meaning of those words was twisted inside his crazed head resulting in a delicious fantasy that played out through the assassin's mind. He wanted to twist and contort his body in some strange attempt to sooth the itches of his kink, but Zafar held his composure together managing a few parting words to Diana. "Be careful what you wish for, we might just meet again after all~" The man then held up his hands and shrugged at the suggestion he made. Those golden eyes of his immediately turned from the retreating girl and her dog in favor of taking more of Lilithia's body. Zafar drunk in the sight up her powerful Imuchakk blessings and quivered before letting out an emotional sigh. At last...he was alone with the object of his desires.

The offer to go get a drink almost didn't even register in the midst of the intoxication Zafar was experiencing, but it did. "I'd love to...Follow me~ I know an excellent place~" Zafar mused before turning on his heel and then licking his lips once his face was out of view. The assassin would lead Lilithia down the street a bit before turning into an alley, then again into an abandoned back street. Once they were in the middle of the back street he stopped in his tracks and then turned to face Lilithia with a twisted toothy grin on his face. "First to die has their blood drank by the survivor, sound fair to you!?" Zafar's words were sharp, but excited as he reached behind his back with both arms before letting them snap forward like snakes striking at the air.

Two sharp metallic cards cut through the air towards Lilithia each one aimed at her respective shoulders. Thankfully for her, the back street they were on was 5m wide giving her plenty of room to move around. But it was abandoned and no one was around to hear the sounds of a fight or screams of pain. If she had indeed followed Zafar this far, she had followed a mad man out for her head into a secluded place.

Basic Ammo: 13/15

Lilithia began to follow Zafar to the abandoned back street, noticing that something was off but she was happy to take the challenge. She hid it well behind her sultry smile, but deep inside, her sadistic side had been begging to come out. The maniac surely was planning something when he grinned with a twisted expression, but that only made the Imuchakk became more excited with what might be coming for her. The man said something that made Lilithia’s body shiver and soon, she couldn’t contain herself and let her thirst to come out. She was grinning with a darkened eyes and prepared herself as two sharp cards were heading towards her after Zafar threw them. She ducked both of the cards by quickly lowering her body before dashing towards the man, punching his face by using her Imuchakk strength. If he dodged her punch then the blue haired woman would bend her knees and brought it to Zafar’s abdomen.

Zafar watched Lilithia with the eyes of a predator as she ducked his thrown cards and charged forward. Every movement of that powerful Imuchakk body was burned into the magician's mind as he let out a pleasured breath seemingly uninterested in responding to her attack. However, just before the woman's fist was about to imprint its shape into Zafar's face, he suddenly kicked off the ground with a Light Step that caused his body to glide backward swiftly evading Lilithia's punch by a hair's breadth.

There was a pained look in Zafar's eyes as he stopped his retreat after only moving 1m beyond the range of the Imuchakk's punch. "Not yet~" Zafar mused to himself as he watched Lilithia switch to a knee strike aimed at his abdomen. A mischievous smile danced across Zafar's lips as he moved his abdomen into the woman's powerful attack. The sound of raw power smashing into metal rang out along with the distinct sound of a human man vomiting up a mouthful of blood. The Swordsman's Cloth wrapped around Zafar's abdomen had been used to take the brunt of the blow!

A single point of inhumane force drove into Zafar's core and sent his body flying backwards down the alley. Proof of the warrior race blood flowing through her veins, Lilithia had sent Zafar tumbling 20m through the air. But even as Zafar crashed into the ground and rolled against the Reiman roads covering his body in injuries, the clown man laughed. His voice would echo off the alley walls sending his twisted cackle bouncing around all over the place.

When Zafar's body finally came to a stop he twisted his body into a spin that directed the last bit of his momentum into landing on his feet. The assassin's feet slid across the ground for another 2m before he finally came to a stop. "As expected of those giants. even the women are monsters! Kekeke-blaaargh!" The man's eyes went wide as he coughed up another mouthful of blood. "But she's too inexperienced...or too naive. Either way, now isn't the time." Zafar muttered to himself as he wiped the blood off of his mouth and then winced as he took another Light Step away.

This time, Zafar's movement carried him 3m toward the closest alley wall. It was followed by another Light Step which sent him another 3m upwards and further towards the wall. His hand then reached out to grasp the ledge of a window sill, which the magician then used to pull himself upwards further to the roof. Zafar flipped his way onto the rooftop itself, ignoring the burning pain that was radiating from his gut. Thankfully no vital organs took serious damage, however Zafar would need quite some time to lick this wound. He'd be remembering Lilithia with every wince of pain the bruise he was sure to have gave him. A final Light Step would carry Zafar away from the roof edge and onto a highway of house tops that only the nimble could traverse.

Zafar then ran as fast as he could, fleeing the scene until he was sure enough that he could slip down into another alley and then disappear into the sewers without being seen. Just like that, the assassin was gone, using his opponent's own attack to escape the fight before it could truly begin. Zafar decided at the last moment to savor this target and let them grow before truly unleashing his "love" upon them.

Stamina: 180/210
Swordsman's Cloth Durability: 320/400

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