Suddenly? Normalcy. 

Or at least as normal as pan-dimensional travel can really ever get. A panic through the hallways just outside of his chambers, the sounds of combat and clatter through the building. Bloodshed and a coming war crept upon his ears as Shin lay there on the mattress at the back of the chamber. 

And you know what Shin was thinking about? 

It wasn't about the evacuation, about the war of dreamers, it wasn't even about rushing about and killing everyone outside. 

Shin's thoughts were on Skallagrim. 

The one known as Metz was nothing to him, a coward who chose not to fight. Instead pretending to be god and waving his wrath around like a child with a magnifying glass. No, Shin hadn't lost to Metz. The moment that the two would have engaged in hand to hand combat, he would have beat him to death. And it seemed like the fates favored fools once again, as Metz had been judged the winner. 

The assassin mused these thoughts as he stood slowly from his bedding. [color=bc8dbf]"I'm certain you knew the outcome."[/color]

Warriors, evidently known as The Fallen, stormed his chambers. Armed with strange weapons as dark as his own they menaced at him, lashing forward in perfect unison. Well trained, obviously enhanced with magic. Generally, fun to play with. Even more fun to kill. However, today had not gone the way he had hoped, and killing someone whose face meant nothing to him was no way to vent. 

With his right hand, Shin grappled the one on the right's left hand, the one wielding it's weapon. The assassin twisted and jerked his body away from the weapons being thrust at his midriff. Spinning on his heel with the confused creature in tow, the crunch of broken bones rang out as Shin crushed its wrist in his hand. 

Even as he moved, Shin spoke solemnly to himself. [color=bc8dbf]"You can see things that I cannot."[/color]

Midway through the spin he brought his left hand upwards and struck the side of the middle one's head, just before slamming the right one into its shoulder. With those two propelled forward and away by the spin, the last one on the left was toppled over by the weight of its companions.  With the trio laid prone on the ground, confused and embarrassed, Shincoco walked from the room and into the hallway.

The quiet tapping of his shoes was drowned out by the clamber and clatter, as were his words. [color=bc8dbf]"I'm certain that you knew I would best him."[/color]

Another beast railed against him, wielding two weapons and lunging towards him with both raised high above its head. Shin stepped into its chest and brought his palm upwards into the nape of its neck, taking another step forwards and clenching his hand around its throat. Another step and Shin threw the beast's weight downwards and to the ground, crushing its windpipe as it reached the floor. Again, he moved on from the defeated creature. He heard its last choked breaths as he pushed open another door to where he had first entered.

Reaching the main hall, Shin scanned the room with a slow head turn. All of the other competitors, defeated or otherwise, were fighting against these beasts. 

As was Skallagrim.

Though certainly one to hold a grudge, Shin was not one to take the coward's route and attack someone while they're fighting. [color=bc8dbf]"Strange, isn't it? I'm an assassin, but I've only ever killed someone after I've looked them in the eye."[/color] Whether or not he was talking to himself at this point was questionable, though any dreamer observing him would head his words.

This battle wasn't his, the war of the Dreamers and the Fallen was none of his concern. They, however, disagreed. Another Fallen warrior lashed out at him, striking him in the face with a club-like weapon. Its arms locked up from the shock, it had expected Shin's head to move backwards from the force. Instead, Shin had held his ground and maintained his composure. There was no pain from being struck through his mask, that's why he wore it. Idiots love to attack the face. 

With a forceful extension of his right arm, hand, and fingers; Shin forced his fingers into the creature's mouth. The assassin put his left palm on its forehead. Shoving with his left hand and pulling downwards with his right, Shin tore its jaw clean from its body. Letting the now disconnected body-part fall to the ground, shortly followed by the Fallen. Now unconscious, soon dead.

Stepping around it, Shin moved to the exit portal. Turning around to glance at Skallagrim, not bothering to ensure that he heard him. 
[color=bc8dbf]"You've made a powerful enemy, Skallagrim. Humiliating me by giving victory to a coward. If you survive this battle, Skallagrim, I will come for you."[/color] Those words dripped with hatred and spite, literally dripped, as saliva rolled past his lips. Shin's singular eye trained on the skeletal figure, shuddering in its socket. 

With his threat spoken, and his interest in these events lost, Shin turned towards the exit. The portal opened before him and Shin stepped through, falling slightly as he found himself back at the island. His feet met sand, and his hand met the ground as he caught himself. The black staff had shrunken back to its normal size, and was no longer a platform that he could stand on. It had nearly caught him off guard. 

Still nowhere in sight, LeeRoy was likely still inside of his laboratory. Didn't matter, Shin would get back to pursuing LeeRoy another day. The assassin mounted the boat that was still on the isle's edge, and shoved off. Setting sail for his homeland.

LeeRoy's death would have to wait.

For now, another target.