Do you want to die? (Alek)

[ASHERON DRACONIS !]

Asheron Draconis walked the floor of the towers waiting for whoever sent him the note, stop being a dick, grow sum balls, and fight me. it said and then had which tower to go to. So here he was clothed head to toe in black leather armour with a black katana and sheath on his left hip and a white on his left. While he has absolutely no idea what this is all about he was itching for a fight, school was boring the hell out of him. He needed the smell of blood and sweat, to feel the burn of his muscles and the pain of injury.

He ran his hand through his dark locks and sighed, where the hell was this guy? Ash was getting ready to kill if the guy didn't show up soon. It was then he heard a sound, a ruffle of cloth. He spun towards the sound in a spiral getting closer to the ground his hand launching a small throwing knife at the target. The knife impaled the scrap of cloth to the wall and Ash frowned as he crouched, every sense open to its widest, that was most likely a decoy and if it was just sheer luck that was a chance to strike. That chance was gone now but that didn't mean he was safe.

He dove back and to the left as he heard a whistle in the air, he landed on his hands before he rolled to his feet drawing bothe his katanas, their blades matching the colours of their sheaths.

[aleksandr andrei artemii !]

Aleksandr had made sure to take his sweet ass time arriving in the room, and he even spent a few moment paused quietly outside the door just to continue the seemingly irritated silence inside. He had is lovely new gun, one perfect for practicing on moving targets. He held a piece of cloth with him, a sure distraction. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath, this was dangerous but right now it was the only other option he had. I think he can't see me, therefore he can't see me. He repeated to himself several times in his head before walking in. He grinned seeing it had worked, the idiot was looking around without glancing at him. Tossing the piece of cloth he silently sniggered and smirked.

Placing his gun down, he wouldn't need it unless it became dangerous, and he spun around, aiming a kick at the boy. His foot was stopped by his katanas, there was no damage seeing as he was wearing his heavy boots and he had caught the flat side of the blade. Jumping back, using the katanas as a spring board, he flipped in the air and made himself visible. Using his power too much especially in a fight would only weaken him, it was more to be used during his times breaking and entering or during a job where he had more time and didn't have to concentrate so intensely. Smirking he mockingly saluted Ash and laughed. "Well, come on then!"