Ixion was still pain-ridden from the fall. He knew that him being pinned down was not going to help out much. If it wasn't for the fact the vampire was in the middle of an attack, he would have thought about teleporting shortly after the attack. He thought about it. If the knife got to the Fixer before the man had, he would probably roll away from the danger. He was definitely done with this fight as his body, nevermind the armour that covered it, was spent due to the damage. Fighting up close was something that he needed to work on. The only thing he knew was taking out easy targets quickly, especially people who are unable to keep up with his mental agility and speed. He never expected to be outclassed by someone who was similar in every way like the Fixer. The assassin had the idea that his thought process was the only thing that stripped The Fixer of his only advantage, but that wasn't going to help if the Fixer was vastly superior in one on one combat than he was.

Just as his lack of ability to fighting was apparent beforehand, he felt the pressure increase on his right wrist as the Fixer kicked off to avoid his attack. He felt the tremor on the ground, though whether that was from the Fixer balancing there or something else. He also heard the crack, causing him to flinch. And just like that, the Fixer disappeared. The assassin felt the weight of his opponent disappear completely. That meant only one thing: The Fixer had teleported away from the fight. This was confirmed when the vampire crashed into the ground the other side of him, followed by a clatter of some sort of weapon. Was his opponent's objective done? Absolutely. The penin would likely suspect him as the killer, not the assassin. As that objective was completed, teleporting away would be a logical idea to get away from the area without killing everyone involved, revealing that the Fixer also asked the Grand Master for teleportation.

It was then that Ixion decided to get himself off of the ground. His arms trembled from the weakness that he was experiencing, the damage to his body apparent to the other two. He looked to the right and noticed the hole in the ground. It was then he realized that if it wasn't for the fact that the Grand Master made him untouchable to the Fixer, he would be another casualty on these streets. There was more anger than fear that was inside of him as a result. [i]The Fixer may have signed a contract with the Ancient One,[/i] he thought, both of his hands clenching at the thought. [i]I [u]need[/u] to get better. He may have gotten the best of me, but he will not escape me the next time.[/i] Unconsciously, he muttered under his breath. “And that is a promise I will keep.”

Once he tentatively gotten onto his knees, he examined the area. He first saw the vampire was still in his combative stance. And why not? The trio's main focus is now gone. Would this temporary alliance crumble? Somehow, inside of the assassin's gut, he thought that this was only the beginning of this small group. Despite every opportunity that there was, the vampire still hadn't launched an attack against him yet, despite Ixion acting against him at some parts of the two fights that had occurred. No, he was someone that he could trust, especially as they are capable of the feats that he had seen before. As for the penin? The assassin definitely had to admit now that he was antagonistic in the past towards him, while he was still under someone else's contract, still needs to be concluded and to determine who had poisoned him earlier. At least he needed to make amends to that rocky first introduction to make sure that the penin had decided to not attack him.

[i]”So assassin, what's this all about?”[/i]

The assassin looked up at the penin, clearly seeing the annoyance on his face. He clearly was annoyed at the circumstances that he was in now, also considering the events that happened before Ixion was brought to the Church of Reina. Well, what was the assassin going to say to answer that question: Would he blow the entire cover that The Fixer had made to make sure that they were innocent? Would he lie and keep it? He thought about it for the seconds he took to get up. He was in agony for the duration on getting back onto his feet. Once he was up, he finally got the chance to remove the breastplate, damaged from the fight. He looked down at it, seeing that it was beyond useless now and discarded it, throwing it down an alleyway. “The Blue tool of the duke,” he rasped, his eyes now trained onto the penin while pointing at her body. “She confronted me about the possibility of me being the Fixer. I had tried to clear my name, but then real The Fixer, the person who we were fighting, appeared. We both fought him to the best of our abilities, but it wasn't enough. My... friend here, appeared just as The Fixer had struck her down and started to help me out. That was when you came. He did manage to get a hold of one of Blue's weapons, but I guess it was something that he is unable to bring with him.” Technically, he was bending the truth that it almost was a lie. Yes, Blue had confronted him and was killed by the Fixer himself, but he had to cover the vampire's inclusion in all of this. It would, hopefully, show to the vampire that he wasn't going to be hostile towards them. He then limped towards the dirge that was left behind and gingerly picked it up. “If it wasn't for you two, I would have fell to that fiend. And for that, you have my gratitude.” He examined the weapon, looking for anything that would give to the reason why the Fixer wanted it in the first place. Regardless of that, he would need to keep possession of this. If the Fixer is hunting for weapons similar to this, he would need to keep a hold of it to make sure the Fixer returns to him. And the next time they met, he'll make sure he is more ready than he is now.