Jahar simply let the man play his music and have his say, watching with glinting eyes, and the answering laugh was even more amused than before.  "I think I'm finally starting to understand.  The only thing different about the Veiled-Ones is their ridiculous pride.  You want to tell yourself pretty lies about how you're a better class of killer?  How your methods are somehow more noble than mine?  Go ahead."  The killer laughed derisively again.  "Strip away the cute tricks, the whispered myths, and the delusions of superiority and what do you have?  Someone who takes money to make corpses, the same as me."  He gestured to the scattered, spittle covered coins still laying upon the raised platform behind him and shook his head with another disturbing smile, chuckling.

Then, suddenly, the smile fell from the killer's face, leaving only the hunger behind, and he scoffed.  "You keep saying how much better you are, how you don't take me seriously, how you'll 'bring the Angels unto me', whatever the hell that means, but your actions tell a different tale, one of a man desperately clinging to his pretty title while grasping for any little advantage he can get."

The Veiled-One had proved far more cautious and less sure of his own abilities than Jahar had hoped, considering his organization's reputation.  He was beginning to lose hope that he would get what he so desperately wanted from this fight; still, he yet believed the man was holding back the greater part of his ability, and that belief spurred him on.  While Nicoli had been playing his flute, Jahar had taken the time to assess the rooftop on which he stood.  The sloped tiles, designed to easily slough the rain from their surface, would certainly provide for somewhat treacherous footing, but other than the fact that the assassin currently held the high ground, Jahar did not think the disadvantage would be as great as his opponent assumed.  The man seemed to be assuming a great deal about Jahar's level of training; he would likely be surprised if he knew the truth.

"If choosing the battleground means so very much to you, perhaps I've overestimated the Veiled-Ones."  In the matter of an instant Jahar sent a small flood of power to his legs and torso, crouching only slightly to leap adroitly up to his left, landing gracefully on the smaller rooftop of the nearby permanent pavilion and streaking a few steps down its length.  From there, he would use his enhanced strength to complete a series of two short leaps, the first allowing him to easily cross the gap to the top of one of the small pillars slightly below and to his left, pushing off to crest the remaining distance and land upon the same tiled roof upon which Nicoli stood, thirty feet toward the tower from the man's position.  The entire maneuver would take less than two seconds with Jahar's enhanced strength, though he used only a fraction of that which he was capable.  "But I'll oblige you if it means we can end this farce and get to it." he finished as he dropped into a fighting stance, his left leg partially crouched beneath him to accommodate the slope with his khopesh held in a two handed grip before him, blade pointed at Nicoli.

"Now, show me these Angels, assassin."