Ixion's gaze kept on the new target, still trying to work out who he is and his allegiance. His peripheral vision had witnessed that his illusion magic had worked on the vampire, causing him to, acrobatically, avoid the illusion. He made sure that the spell wouldn't last as long as it needed to as it would wear him down a lot, which wouldn't be helpful in the case that either or, thinking worst case scenario, both the newcomer and the vampire attacked him. He muttered another phrase to dispel the illusion that was still lingering about. [i]Well...[/i] the assassin thought, his eyes now concentrating on the vampire. Just as he hoped, the vampire had remained where he was and not immediately attacked him. Even as he spoke the same droll as for his reasons to fight Blue. He pointed straight at him in an accusing tone, something that Ixion had seen plenty of times before. He would have ignored the vampire completely and continue concentrating on the new man if it wasn't for the last thing that was spat in his direction.

[i]”... filthy demonspawn.”[/i]

Even as the man was the main concern of his, mentioning the term 'demonspawn' and directing the insult at him was something he didn't tolerate. While it is now common fact that the assassin had signed a contract with the Grand Master, he was certainly no demonspawn. At least, for the time being. He was still human on this plane, still fragile to be damaged or killed. His poise had remained where it was, determined to not let the vampire know that he was riled up. But now is not the time to charge in to attack the person who had insulted him. There was still another presence in their company. Instead, she gratingly spat back at the vampire, his voice weakening with the prolonged use. “I am as human as your past self had been, you damned bloodsucker.” He let his knowledge on what his temporary 'ally' 's race was. Despite throwing the insult back, the man in front of him had finally spoken.

[i]"Look, so'y I went 'n' ruin'd yer fight wi'h Blue 'n' stuff, but can't we just, y'know, not fight? The boss-man'll be right mad wi'h me if I went 'n' kill'd one of his 'investments in continuous profits', Ixie, 'n' I real don't wanna kill whoever yer mate is while he's still this weak. What'd'ya say, eh? We just walk our separate ways, eh? No one gets hurt, eh?"[/i]

It was the first time during the past hour that his stance faltered, taking one step back. It wasn't the fact that the man had been so calm up until this point, with the impatience apparent in his voice, or the apology that he gave to both of them for killing Blue. It was the fact that the man had called him by his name in a pet form. The words had apparently stabbed him like the war-pick had done with Blue. No one had called him by that since his father, all those years ago. [i]How did he...[/i] he thought, his mind now in a panick. Apart from the woman with the rock-lizards earlier in the day, there were few one in the land that had seen him or heard his name for contractual purposes in the underworld. No one knew of his contract with the Grand Master as well as the pet name 'Ixie'. This man had known both. And it had worried him.

Suddenly, when re-analysing the words that the man had said did all the pieces of the same puzzle collapse in place. It was then that the assassin knew that he could not kill this man. The man had also signed the contract with the Grand Master, striking the man out of of his hit list. This practically ended all hostilities towards the man as Ixion replaced his kusarigama back on his waist, looping the chain in the little strap on his belt opposite to where the kama part was. But that was not the only thing that was revealed to him. If it hadn't been for the sole reason why Blue had confronted him earlier, the reason why he had been in a temporary alliance with the vampire during the fray. He had heard of a person who had signed one of the Grand Master's contracts, but it wasn't until then that the person was called the Fixer. From what he had heard wherever he had been, even if the assassin had the teleportation ability without the contract, any fight with the Fixer would have been futile, possibly would have ended his life. The possibility of both the vampire and him joining forces would have made things difficult on [i]them[/i].

Once he had relaxed on the ground he had been on, his right arm crossed over, his clenched hand resting just below the shoulder line, bowing his head at the same time. “So the rumours are true. The Fixer is real.” He relaxed, examining the Fixer in detail again. The only thing that was worth noting that he hadn't noticed the first time was the sword that was on his hip. It appeared to be crafted by the same person who crafted who crafted Blue's second sword, from the colour that the weapon was right down to the detail of the skull hilt. Thinking back on the past scenario, it wasn't until she had drawn the weapon did the Fixer strike her down. [i]He must have wanted that weapon she had,[/i] he concluded. He grabbed the war pick that was embedded in the roof and threw it back to its owner. “We will not be bothering you any further. Do what is needed so that you can also obtain the sword.” 

While he spoke, he also had heard the vampire speak, also agreeing to leave the man alone to do what was needed. He also noticed the vampire had relaxed, as if he didn't want to confront the Fixer at all. Whatever the man had said or if the vampire had felt, it was strong enough to put down the frenzied urge that he had. [i]Good move,[/i] he thought, his eyes shifting between the Fixer and the vampire. If the vampire had decided to carry on attacking, the assassin would have to interfere with the fight, much like what he had done. Not to settle any tensions between the two, but to save the vampire. Despite all of that, Ixion was still curious about the book itself and its purpose. His gaze returned to the Fixer, waiting to see what the book does.