[u][color=662d91][i][h1][center]Zamonth[/center][/h1][/i][/color][/u] Zamonth did not even need to consider Qar's statement as he had decided it would be best to find Amen the moment he was attacked. Unfortunately, he did not know the layout of the palace very well, not even where Amen's room was. There was no telling where he would be and even if Zamonth knew, he would not know how to get there. So the only option was to go with Satiah's plan. [b][color=662d91]"Yeah, I'll [i]try[/i]. But best we all keep one just in case."[/color][/b] Taking a few steps from the table he and Qar were dining at, Zamonth slowly began to roll his head around in a circular motion. [b][color=662d91]"Because there is another hunger I've been needing to satisfy."[/color][/b] The masked opponents had begun to surround Zamonth now that the people had run from the scene. But he did not charge them. As they brandished their blades and ensured he had to no exit, Zamonth rolled his shoulders back before stretching out his arms in various directions. One of the ambushers was gradually narrowing in on him now. "You're playing with us?" The masked man wielded a hilt with a blade on either end. He twirled it between his fingers eagerly before sidestepping several times and bounding forward with swift movement. Approaching from Zamonth's side, the man spun his blade and sliced through the air from side to side as he ran straight for him. "I'll kill you rig-" His words were cut off as he thrust his blade forward now, aiming to slice through straight through Zamonth's head, but failing as Zamonth ducked the moment the blade stopped spinning and started moving for his head. The attacker had a split second to think of bringing down the other end of his blade, but Zamonth reacted quicker than he had time to actually do so. While crouching Zamonth had simultaneously twisted his body and retracted his left arm to prepare for a punch that now drove right into the man's xiphoid process. Blood oozed from behind the man's mask as Zamonth grabbed the dual bladed weapon, momentarily frozen as life slipped from its wielder's body. Wasting no time, Zamonth took the group of attackers by further surprise; he cranked back his armored right arm and threw the weapon like a javelin. Its target had a brief moment to contemplate death but not enough to escape as the blades cut through the air and pierced his chest within the blink of an eye. The weapon appeared to be launched from Zamonth's hands like an arrow from a bow. Realizing that not even a three man attack would bring their target down, the group unanimously decided to attack at once. They all erupted into full sprint, intending to overrun him with a barrage of attacks. Once the first five were upon him, two leapt into the air with their blades raised while the other three went to strike low. [b][color=662d91]"So now you all realize your lives are actually at stake here? Hahaha!" [/color][/b] Zamonth was not phased at all, but simply laughed and continued to do so as the first attack commenced. The airborne assassins were the first to come within striking range, appearing from opposite sides. Taking a deep breath, time seemed to slow down for Zamonth as he twisted his body and bent his knees. Then his arms surged out and grabbed the assassins by their heads before their blades could meet his flesh, the intense force on their skulls immobilizing them immediately. Now he let his body unwind as he spun himself and the paralyzed assassins in his grasp, their masks actually helping him to keep his grip. The rest of the attackers were subsequently smashed with the limp bodies of their comrades, forced down into the sand. The rest of the party continued the assault, two more assassins slashing over the bodies of their fallen allies with long blades, keeping a moment between their attacks to avoid the same fate as those before them. Zamonth turned his head and fixed his eyes on the nearest blade approaching from behind him before throwing his arm backwards, his arm guard snaring the blade in its scales. Zamonth then flexed his arm so that his arm guard pushed against the blade until it snapped and fell to the ground in pieces. In one flowing motion, his left arm also came around to collide with the assassin's temple. Paying no more attention to the assassin as he staggered to the side and fell face first to the floor, Zamonth whirled around to face the second blade coming for his throat. Inches away from stabbing him, Zamonth did a short uppercut jab that caused his arm guard to smash with the second assassin's blade. The vibration and force from the impact caused Zamonth's foe to lose his grip and allow his blade to soar up into the air. The assassin's head tilted up and could see Zamonth's icy cold eyes, contradicting his grin and laughing earlier. "W-wai-" The word had barely escaped his lips as Zamonth drove his elbow straight into the man's trachea, causing his body to buckle as he choked. Zamonth could hear the footsteps of the next attacker, and so he grabbed the dying assassin before him by his shoulders and then tossed his body to the side. Another assassin had been waiting for the opportunity to get the jump on him, but now his ally's body was thrown into his blade, its sharp edges slicing into the man's back and disarming the assassin. In this moment, the assassin realized he was outmatched and turned to run. But Zamonth was upon him like an a crocodile speeding out from a river, refusing to let his prey escape into the safety of the jungle. He reached out and grabbed him by his collar before tossing him up into the air. As the assassin fell, Zamonth pulled his arm back once again and his fist fired like a boulder from a catapult, meeting the assassin's torso and sending him flying with a trail of blood behind him. The assassin's body fell atop another fleeing member, but there were another four running behind him. [b][color=662d91]"Where are you going? I thought this was a fight to the [i]death[/i]."[/color][/b] Zamonth raised his right hand. [color=662d91][b][i]"Ice Sheet."[/i][/b][/color] The air started to sparkle and crystallize as moisture in the air was frozen in an instant. An icy blue cloud burst from thin air in front of Zamonth's hand and moved straight for the sandy desert floor. The sand froze immediately, creating a slippery floor that spread faster and faster in the direction of the fleeing assassins. Chairs, tables, and stalls were frozen to the ground as the icy floor spread beneath them and caught up to the assassins. One moment they were running and in the next they began sliding as they lost their balance. Zamonth began running himself before he jumped onto the ice and with the momentum slid across the icy floor and over to the assassins who had now stumbled onto the ice. Ceasing to slow down, Zamonth raised one leg and as he approached the assassins kicked one in the head as he tried to regain his footing, neck snapping. Another reached for his blade on the ground but Zamonth placed his boot on top and brought his fist down into the assassin's face. Two assassins were left now, desperately trying to crawl away as Zamonth disposed of their allies. Walking over to them with no loss of balance, Zamonth reached down and grabbed them both by their heads. [b][color=662d91] "And where do you think you're both going? You and your buddies signed a death pact today."[/color][/b] And with that he smashed their heads together and let them fall to the floor of ice, blood staining its surface. Completely tearing apart their attack, Zamonth turned and began making his way back over to the assassin he had immobilized with another's dead body. Winded by the blow, he was only now able to start to try and free himself. It was then that Zamonth heard Satiah's voice and remembered she wanted one alive. [b][color=662d91]"Doing quite alright."[/color][/b] He shouted back nonchalantly. Looking over in Satiah's direction, he could see more masked assassins entering the area. [b][color=662d91]"Guess it's not your lucky day after all."[/color][/b] He was standing beside the pinned assassin. Seeing that there were more opponents to be fought, he raised his boot and crushed the assassin's throat. Finished with his side, he made his way over to Satiah and Qar. [b][color=662d91] "Do you know who these guys are?"[/color][/b] He questioned as he took a position behind Satiah.