"This is your target."

A photo changed hands. Its intended recipient gave it a gaze, before folding it in twain to slip it in a pocket.

"Remember, we require proof of his defeat."

[b]"No problem, boss."[/b]

"Oh, and one more thing, Cho."

[b]"Hm?"[/b]

"We also require the job to be done...up close and personal."

[b]"...duly noted."[/b][hr]
The ancient coliseum stood silent. For ages it lay abandoned to the wastes of time, its previous occupants, fighters and spectators alike, were dead. This world was desolate, ravaged by the wind and rains and sunlight and heat. No one came here, for the world itself was almost dead.

No one, except him.

From one of the ancient stone walls within, broke free a shadow. The shadow slithered across the stands and bleachers, weaving past cold stone and into the back of the arena. It passed old, rusted weapons, shields and suits of armour, making its way to one of the many gates into the dirt circle.

It was quiet.

The shadow chose a wall upon which to rest. It grew in length, reaching the floor, where the darkness pooled and settled.

Then a man emerged from the wall, wreathed in shadows, dark tendrils of smoke slithering about his form as he strode forward towards the gate. The weapons he carried bore no resemblance to those that adorned the wall racks or the dry, dusty floor. As he approached the gate, his body briefly turned into darkness, seeping through the rusted iron bars, before forming back into a solid form on the other side.

A faint murmur built in the air.

Cho strode a few feet away from the gate and stopped, withdrawing the photo from his pocket to give it another study. The image printed on the thin paper bore no resemblance to anything he'd ever seen before.

Then again, that was to be expecting when one was working for a company from another dimension.

The human had long since left his home of Earth behind to wander the multiverse, selling his services as a gunman and sniper to whoever would hire him, and for whatever the price. Currently he was under the employ of the Raeym Corporation, hunting down a notoriously destructive boxer who'd cost the Corp a few units short of a lot of money's worth of damages in the past. Raeym wanted to collect on the old debt, and when news reached their ears of a mercenary looking for a quick buck, they jumped on the chance. So here he was, hunting the multiverse for one man, or whatever Tre'Yan was.

The trail had led him here, to this desolate arena, where he'd been last seen. A dead world. Perhaps the travelling boxer was searching for someone to fight?

[color=c79dd7]"Hey boss, y'think he's here?"[/color]

Barr asked from within his (her?) sheath on his chest rigging. He sighed and shook his head.

[b]"I don't think so, but the trail's gone cold. Nothing's here."[/b]

[color=25a8ba]"But that's not right, boss! Hek sniffed him all the way here! He's gotta be here, he's gotta be! He's gotta be here so I can blow his face off!"[/color]

Kris piped up from where he sat against Cho's chest. The submachine gun had been antsy for the whole journey, craving violence, as was his norm.

[color=ba2525]"He's here. I can smell his scent."[/color]

[color=25a8ba]"Can you?!"[/color]

[color=ba2525]"Of course."[/color]

Hek, his pistol, rumbled gently in his thigh holster. Cho knew that Hek was the biggest and smartest of the four demons he carried with him, though why he'd chosen to take residence in the second smallest piece of his arsenal was beyond him.

There was only one thing to do, though, and that was something he, and all the other demons, disliked the most.

[b]"Well too bad guys, we wait. If Hek is correct, he'll show."[/b]