Ixion still mulled over the idea of the group and who would be its 'leader'. From what could be seen, the vampire didn't rely on magic and was all brute strength and speed. Speed which was vastly superior to his own if he didn't use magic. The penin, from appearances with his staff, was a magic user, who probably could fight as well. As for him, he was a mixture of both, though this was due to the powerful teleportation magic. The only thing that could determine that was, in a fighting situation, the thought process. The Fixer, remembering his opponent's surprise just moments ago, was surprised at one of the assassin's own mental speed. *Should I be the leader?* he first thought. The prospect was daunting. He had no experience of the sorts. He had always worked alone, especially as his abilities alone warranted the lack of assistance. The only reason that this group was formed was that they faced an enemy that was far stronger than any of them combined. Would he need to change the way he operated?

*"We have company."*

His trailing thoughts were brought back when the vampire spoke. He turned around to see the Ducal Guards charging towards them, their weapons ready in case of a confrontation. Out of all the things that he needed, especially in his physical and mental state, a confrontation with the guards was the last thing he wanted. He had stayed in the city for far too long, so the chances of the merchant's death was likely to be noticed. He had to resist reaching for his chained weapon as it would cause everyone to respond. Perhaps it is a nervous response that he was used to for the time he had worked as an assassin. As the bumbling guards got ready to confront them, Ixion relaxed. If there was one thing that he was expecting, it was for the penin to resolve this situation without too much fuss. If not, the assassin would be ready. He noticed the knife he had thrown at Blue in the distance of his peripheral vision, so manipulation of that to attack one of the guards.

Luckily for Ixion, the penin, now known as I'on, has walked in between the guards and the rest of the group. *"What happened? What happened is this poor woman was attacked and now lies dead and ye're late."* The annoyance in his voice was definitely apparent. The assassin assumed that the guards know him well enough to know not to cross him. *"That is Blue, who, along with myself and these two, were attacked by the Fixer. Rather unpleasant isn't it?"*

*Another dose of reality to the guards?* Ixion thought. While he had heard of things about Zerul's guards, most of the city guards through Rodoria were similar: usually remained in the walls, protected from the harsh truths of what is outside. That is what he assumed. He had no real business into knowing every detail that was in a guard's life.

*"She thought Ixion was the real Fixer, she was sadly mistaken, as proven by the fact that we were attacked by the actual one. More accurate ta say that they were attacked and I came runnin' to investigate. As if my day hadn't been rough already."* Now that was something that Ixion didn't really want I'on to do. Now his name is known to the Zerulic Ducal Guards. Hopefully, he could walk away from the city without...

*"I intend to take these two men to a nearby inn, the one close to my shop, I'm sure you know it. They'll not be leaving town, so no reason to fret. If you're in need of further answers you can question them tomorrow, same 'ere."* Any possible chance of leaving the city to not get apprehended for the past hit was gone. This does, however, give him a good chance in getting a replacement armour. Which also meant that he can track down the person who had contracted him to perform the hit and determine if the group was involved in poisoning him earlier, plus research on the sword that the dead woman had. So, the announcement of him staying in the city was a mixed bag that he cannot give an opinion on. So with the declaration announced by the penin, Ixion nodded to acknowledge that he was game for that. A bitter pill to swallow, but it was the only thing that he could do without damaging his throat even more.