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'Coward', the teleporting fellow said. What defined a coward? As far as he had understood the word, it referred to a person who lacked courage, and he supposed in that particular interpretation of the word it was an accurate label for him. Although, he also had the impression that others took the word 'coward' to mean someone who easily gave in to fear, who was quick to become afraid and flee, and in this sense the word was as far from a fitting descriptor as it could possibly be. Would a man who was afraid not simply have killed his opponent and then fled, rather than speak out and make not only his presence, but even his location known to those who remained alive? And would a fearful entity not have concealed itself, whereas he faced the spontaneously appearing masked man on the rooftop out in the open, making no attempt at hiding himself, with no cover and no obstacle between himself and the others. Had Blue just turned her head his way she would have seen him, and likely been able to survive his warpick. That would have been bothersome... because then Ixion would have tried to kill her, and he would have had to stop him.
The man who stood on the rooftop did so brashly, 5' 9" tall and of a seemingly normal build, his feet set a short distance from each other on the wooden shingles below, his left leg stretched to the lower part of the slanting surface while his right one was bent at the higher part of the roof, close to the ridge. He wore simple moccasins on his feet, just barely visible past his curiously roomy trousers, the legs of which seemed to become wider and wider the further from the waist they descended until they seemed fitting for extremities at least ten times the size of those actually inside them where they ended at the ankles. They were held up by a leather belt that was tied in a knot at his left hip rather than secured with a buckle, with an empty leather hoop attached to it at the right hip and a scabbard hanging from its left, containing an exotic sword that appeared to be nearly identical to Blue's demon sword. Most of his upper body was clad in a coat just long enough for its lower rim to reach beneath his pelvis, buttoned up from its halfway standing notched collar to just beneath where one would suspect the navel would be, below which it was open and revealed that his midsection was wrapped in what appeared to be strips of cloth. He stood casually, shoulders relaxed and elbows to the sides, with his hands in the pockets of his trousers. All of his clothes, and even the strips of cloth that hid his abdomen, were a uniform very dark red, so dark that they almost appeared black; even the buttons on his coat, curiously matte as they were, was the same color as everything else.
He was facing Ixion, but like the assassin himself this man, too, was masked. His coat had a hood, but this was lowered at the moment and revealed the man's ruffled snow-white hair, shining in bright contrast to the dark colors that otherwise shrouded him. His face was covered by a simple matte black ceramic mask, the only holes in which were for the eyes. Aside from this the uniform black was only broken by a rough upwards-curving line that went nearly from one side of the mask to the other, about at the level where the mouth of a person would be, as though it depicted an unrealistically wide smile... a smile that very much looked like it had been drawn with a finger in now-crusted blood.

"Tha's a mighty strange thin' for an assassin to say, innit?" the man chuckled, amused and apparently unworried. "Ye're either a big ol' hypocrite, mate, or real bad at yer job. 'Sides, be'er I kill 'er than you, eh?"
Chuckling to himself, the man pulled his right hand - clad in a thin glove that was the same color as the rest of his clothes and long enough to prevent even a gap of skin from showing past the hem of his sleeve - and reached for one of his coat-pockets, from which he pulled a small book bound in black leather.
"Would ya wait a minute, eh?" he asked, looking at Ixion through the eye-holes in his mask with very visible and strikingly violet eyes. "I'd like to finish givin' ol' Blue 'er gift... I don't real have an' business with ya." His gaze shifted, moving straight to the vampire at the other side of the alley. "Either of ya."