Conor chuckled. Again.
"Ascot my friend, you have much to learn." Conor stepped forward about five paces, pointed at the floor, and snapped. The stone flew back into place, sealing itself as if no damage was done. It even was polished because of the repaired damage. Conor turned and faced Ascot. 
"You were saying, my boy?", he said with a hint of a smirk. Then, he laughed and looked at his body. Bloody and bruised, not too horribly, it hurt though. Conor summoned a cane made of cool burning fire and stooped into a hunchbacked position. He rarely joked, but took this opportunity to say, " sonny have you got an aspirin? My old bones are a-killin me!" He spoke in his best elderly man voice, which he thought was quite killer. 

[b] At The Headquarters.[/b]
Conor sat through another boring "Thank you for your service, yadadayada country, blah blah blah...", he didn't care. He was waiting for the meeting to be over, he had a question to ask omega. 

When it finished, he walked towards him, mind set. 
"omega. I have a question for you. You see, I head a very powerful guild of fighting mages, ones who fight for fun. We need some new members, care to join?" Conor said this innocently, but deep down he wanted to fight Omega purely for payback of his "dirty trick" in the E3 event. He wanted vengance.