As Martin reached out to Onikage, he found not a man, but a blade. A weapon. A mind honed to a killing edge. Each thought was direct, concentration and focus was absolute. The barrier between conscious and subconscious didn't exist, as every single detail observed was instantly consciously processed. instinct was made irrelevant, everything was processed by the inhuman brain of this warrior, beyond what any normal human could possess. There was no personality, no soul, no wandering thought that could form a niche for any mental invasion. Absolute, strict thought patterns, and yet, when explored, something deeper could be sensed. Something locked away beneath the strict, strong, orderly strength of Onikage the Assassin. 

The answer to the mental query was surprising. The first thing about it that made no sense was it's contents. It would be unexpected, as no thought pattern was visible which would indicate such a thought was coming. The second, was that it wasn't just thought out. It was telepathically transmitted to Martin. Directly. The answer, sounding loudly in Martin's head, was as alien as a thought could get. It was like the touch of a slimy beast, slithering over your mind, smooth and cool, impossible in it's perfection, freezing in it's coldness. "An Angel." And then there was silence. 

Even as this occurred, Onikage moved in for the combat that would invariably follow. he moved in, and swung Tenshi no Segi, the sword that could cut through anything, technology even more advanced than Jack's nano-materials had made the diamond edge sharp enough to slice through any other material. Every movement was precise, as, without even a conscious thought, muscle memory took a hold. A pattern ingrained into his very being. Step, slash, sidestep, move. Rapidly Onikage advanced, his mind and body perfectly synchronised, not a single opening in his stance, his blade a deadly and constant threat. On those occassions when Rhyss used superior speed to get past his guard Onikage fired his gun with the off hand. It was the perfect martial art, inhumanly perfect, as all about Onikage was. He was the perfect assassin, the perfect warrior, the unstoppable killer. It was only Martin's aid that could grant Rhyss any chance of victory.