[u][i][b]Phoenix Wing Guild Hall[/b][/i][/u]

Vincent shrugged as Destruction and Chaos switched places, a bored look on his face. "I really could care less who I fight. A target is a target. I've killed beautiful women, and big burly men. It doesn't matter who your target is in my line of work." 

Vincent looked at Chaos, who confirmed his suspicions about their names. He wondered what kind of magic a guy named 'Chaos' would have. Just because the opponent was different didn't mean Vincent could let down his guard. 

"Sorry." Vincent apologized as Chaos asked if he was going to ask more questions. "I just hate going into fights blind." As Vincent spoke, his body flickered, and he was gone, his body going through three of the six knives that circled Chaos. He exited the one behind the male, and silently pulled his fist back, aiming to stab the three knives he held in his right hand right into Chaos' back.