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[b]Nagoya Marriott 
Nakamura Ward, Nagoya, Japan . . . . [/b]

[indent][indent][b]A[/b] pleasant voice spoke from out the darkness, rousing Ara from the heaviness of his heart. The guilt of his misguided deeds. 

Being snuck up on was a new feeling for him. He first noticed that his eyes widened with shock before narrowing with anger. In the literal blink of an eye, God Fist had been upon the man; even as he continued his introductions and reassurances. 

The  modish man held all the grace and form of a taut leopard. He was somewhat similar to himself in regards to build, thought Ara. If only he had a bit more mass around his chest, shoulders, and arms. As he continued to speak, as if aptly reading the flow of his unspoken emotions, the man had driven Ara through a series of expressions. Emotions that he had thought was just a mass of guilt was in truth, several different forms of melancholy. 

In the moment it had taken him to realize this, Ara had sunk into a sea of resignation. He reigned in the anger of being intruded on and brought to face his failures gingerly. His eyes flickered to the side and his shoulders became loose as the knocking returned to his door. He made himself ignore it and found that the man's opportunity was looking better than seconds ago.  Before long he was lost in thought. The stranger had known his secret identity, and he was just someone lap-dog. If that wasn't weird enough, Ara felt that the man was genuine in his--or his employer's--words.  

If for no other reason than to see the encounter through to the end, God Fist quickly dressed into his deep-blue suit and headed towards the sliding-door. With a overly-sensitive touch, he slid it open and still managed to fracture the glass face. Inwardly he winced but maintained his cool as he looked over towards Reynard. The highway of wind flushed his tattered black mantle backwards. 

[b] “I’ll… fly.”[/b] He was obviously wary of the man. There was a edge to red-haired man that made Ara uncomfortable. Once-upon-a-time that could be said for everything in his past but when his powers came into being and transformed him into the mightiest hero around, those fears had been tossed aside. Now though, that malevolent smile, those pointy teeth that he had spotted in mid-talk, they were trudging his fears back to the surface. 

Again, God Fist made a show of his might by leaving him with. [b] “If this is a trap,”[/b] his fist clenched at his side. [b] “. . . Let’s just say I’m not in the mood today.[/b]

Then with a boom of sound and a maelstrom of wind, his room was tossed asunder in a mess and he was racing through the skies of Japan at Mach ten. He was headed back to the United States. He sighed, the well of dark matter energy inside seemed near empty. Of course overtime he’d come to know the limits of his reservoirs. Ara touched his chest, feeling the air from his lungs leave him. 

He still had four hours until his strength was depleted completely and he was forced to break the atmosphere and absorb more energy. [/indent][/indent]