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/me Garret stretched out his arms, yawning. He wearily glanced around the dark streets, standing in front of a large, rusted iron gate, located on the far East end of town. Behind it stood a comparatively small mansion, one of the many seemingly abandoned ones strewn about Aerilon. One could assume that prior to becoming the shithole it was now, the town had been a rather expensive and prestigious place to live, and could only guess what had happened to change that. Garret looked across the street upon hearing the rustling of leaves, and saw his samurai companion April step through, still as stoic as ever. The Dark Dragon placed his hands on his hips, pouting. "You're running late. I've been waiting here for a half an hour! Where were you!?" He asked. The samurai took place next to him, his expression unchanging. "I had to make sure your target couldn't escape. With the help of our clan's spirits, the building has been fully warded. So long as it doesn't get away from the mansion itself, it will not flee." "Yeah, okay, but would you mind explaining [i]what exactly are we doing here?[/i]" Garret asked a bit impatiently. April turned to face him, and the faintest smirk appeared on his lips. "Yesterday, you managed to block half of my attacks. The next step in unlocking your abilities is to face something that actively seeks to hurt you. This will be your first mission against an anomalous entity. And I wish you good luck." April said, and turned to walk away. "Whoa, whoa, wait the hell up- You're leaving?! You said this thing is anomalous. How anomalous are we talking here?" Garret asked, taking a step towards the samurai. April simply threw his hand in a waving motion as if to say 'don't worry about it'. "He's certainly no match for a Dragon. You already have passive abilities. Any mere mortal wouldn't be able to do as much as walk after all the beatings you have received." And with that, the man was gone. Garret sighed and looked towards the building. The Dark Dragon tried the gate, only to find it locked and rusted beyond movement. Great. Garret sighed and climbed his way over, hopping down unto the gravel road leading towards the front door. Taking a deep breath, he headed over, and knocked. Then blinked and smacked himself on the forehead. "...Are you serious?" A voice called from inside. Garret sighed again. "I'm sorry, it's my first mission." He shouted in response. "Oh, just get in, fucknut. Bloody hell, can't even get a respectable assassin to fight me. [i]God[/i] I hate this place."

/me Garret hesitated, but opened the door regardless, stepping in. The interior was somewhat dark, lit only by sparingly placed candles and a dim chandelier hanging above. Directly in front of the main entrance was a large staircase, and at the top stood a tall, athletic man in a white suit jacket, bright pink undershirt, black pants and dress shoes. His eyes were red, his teeth were blindingly white, his hair was blonde and his ego was massive. The man threw his arms out in an equally welcoming and threatening gesture, flashing his teeth. "So, you dare to enter my home and challenge me!? Do you have [i]any[/i] idea who you're dealing with?" "...No. I really don't." Garret responded, closing the door behind himself and stepping closer, hands in his pockets. "Neat place, though." The man on top of the staircase snarled, clenching his fists. "Insolent fool! I'll make sure you learn respect!" He said, seemingly preparing to lunge forward, down the stairs. Garret tilted his head. "Wait, what part of that was disrespectful? I really don't know who-" Garret was unable to finish, as the man seemingly disappeared, reappearing just a meter away from The Dark Dragon. Taken by surprise, he failed to dodge the fist coming his way. The force of the blow was immense, striking him in the middle of his chest and launching him backwards through the air. Garret crashed into the door with his back, then fell to his side, clutching his chest. It felt like his innards had just been turned into mush. The man cracked his knuckles, grinning. "My name is Edward Bishop, heir to the Bishop family fortune, the last pure-blooded British Hawker in Aerilon." He said, then walked closer, pushing Garret over on his back with his foot. "When I had heard that a [i]Dragon[/i] would come fight me, I was expecting... Well, I was expecting something, and it certainly wasn't someone as pathetic and weak as you. What a disgrace." He said, beginning to pace back and forth. Garret slowly lifted his head and got up into a sitting position as he did.

/me "I mean, really. Every single time I think I've found a match for myself, I get something like [i]this[/i]. A loser. This is the tenth time this has happened. People think they're tough shit, but when it comes to it, they all fall the same. Seriously, every one of those supposedly terrifying, deadly, psychotic killers turn out to be [i]shit[/i]. All they can pull off is killing some bloody pedestrians, kids and their own relatives. That's it! How am I to- Where did you go?" Edward stopped, noticing the distinct lack of a dragon writhing in pain on the floor. It was then that he heard a loud shout from behind him, spinning around to block the incoming high-kick. Edward snickered. "Really? A sneak attack accompanied by a yell? How stupid [i]are[/i] you?" "Stupid enough to want to see your face." Garret forced out through gritted teeth. Only now did Edward notice how clearly stressed Garret's muscles were, how concentrated his expression was. He looked down to see a chain wrapped around his leg, leading up to the ceiling. "...You motherfuck-" He couldn't finish, as his body was violently flung up, the chandelier starting to fall. Garret jumped back, going back to clutching his still-hurting gut. April had been right - he really did appear to be [i]much[/i] tougher now. Meanwhile Edward was flung smashed into the ceiling by inertia, the chandelier crashing on the ground, followed by the chain soon after. The Hawker fell to the floor, hitting his head against the metal frame of the chandelier. Garret couldn't help but wince at the sight. Just as he was about to step closer to inspect, Edward's hand twitched. The Hawker slowly rose up, his neck at an unnatural angle. he placed his hands on either side and snapped it back into place with a nasty 'crack' noise. "Well then, that's much more like it, 'dragon'." He uttered, before laughing and charging at Garret. The Dark Dragon blocked the others' first strike with his arm, the next connecting to his elbow. It hurt, but not nearly as much as the first attack that Edward had made.
/me Still, the man was much too fast for him, unnatural so. His movements seemed to almost phase in and out, just like he had done before. The next hit connected to Garret's face, knocking blood out from his mouth. Garret stumbled, and was met by a knee to his chin. The Dark Dragon fell on his back, Edward standing rather pompously over him. He gave another grin and tried to stomp on Garret's face. He rolled out of the way, sweeping at Edward's leg as he did. The Hawker jumped back, and The Dark Dragon stood up. Edward snickered. "You certainly have potential, dragon. But you don't stand a chance against me." He said, before going for an kick to Garret's stomach. The Dark Dragon went to block it, but was surprised as Edward's leg move up and into his unprotected chin. The hit was a knockout.