The magi teamed up against him, even the one Eise had taken a liking to. And they called him underhanded? Self-righteous bastards. This entire day was turning out to be a pain. First the solid floor he was inside of crumbled, and then something forced him solid, and then Silas trapped him in steel. Yes, it was truly a pain.

Black Cat dropped the armor around his body completely, the black scales dissolving into a black smoke and then fading to nothing. The steel holding him fell to the ground with a clang now that the body it was wrapped around had become thinner. Eise, hidden only behind the black mask with the glowing blue eyes, stuck his human hands in his pockets. He couldn't really move too far in any direction without getting trapped by more pieces of metal, at least not with his powers suppressed as they were. "Truly a pain," came the hiss of Black Cat's inhuman voice. His eyes met those of a boy with white hair, the one who had ripped the ground, and then the world around the assassin was obliterated by fire.

Black Cat walked slowly towards Conor, a path between them thoughtfully cleared by the boy's flames. The assassin's ravaged armor was back, and the last remnants of the conjured hellfire reflected against the superheated scales. He looked down at his unarmored arms. Red and black and burned and completely useless. Inside his head Eise was screaming. Kuro couldn't even make the deadened limbs move. 

One psycho magi ahead, one traitorous bastard behind. Black Cat fell backwards and then flipped upwards through the air as if up was down for him. He landed crouching on the metal ceiling far above. His tongue split the metal as if it was paper, and a solid kick opened a tear in the ceiling, sending a beam of light onto the showroom floor below. He was done with this day. Black Cat slipped out of the killing room and onto the roof. He sprinted to the edge of the roof and leaped into open air. Screw the job, he wanted to live to kill the man who had sent him here.