It was enough, and the mercenary was dismissed, quickly decommissioned from active assignment and on standby.  The commander gave a hasty compliance to the youthful General that had a personal vendetta against the mercenary.  It would appear they had an unsavory history, but against all protest from the general, the mercenary himself is unable to resolve their connection.  Almost as if several years were gone from his memory easily breaking whatever connection they had.

But to him, nothing mattered.  

He'd long since given up on his initial ambition upon servicing the empire's aspirations six years ago.  What did the name even mean anymore..."Steel Heart".

"Hmm?"

Salforge sat on the roof of the Gizmo Shop, slowly he could "feel" and he used this expression loosely, the wind picking up in the second district.  His eye winced, as if exhibiting a mild tick, he was motionless and quickly began to notice a spell in particular was being cast [i]against[/i] him.

Aero.  A wind spell used as an aggressive form of black magic or alternatively as a defensive magic or abjuration, similar to what the mercenary specialized in.

"Been looking for your ass for 20 years.  Steel Heart, kakugane CI. Salforge."

The mercenary had a bit of a blank expression as he looked around, though seeing no one.

"So you know the old man too..?  Whats with this flimsy cage you put me in..." the mercenary replied to the disembodied voice.

"He really did alter your memory with that prototype steel didn't he?  Whether you remember what you did to us, or not doesn't matter.  We're here to make the remainder of your time conscious, a living hell."

The circle of the aero spell that bubbled around the mercenary started to get smaller and smaller.  At that point he threw what curiosity he had to the way side and began to duplicate block after block until the compression turned into contraction, expanding his cage causing the aero bubble to burst releasing a destructive characteristic across the roof.

"Follow me, third district disembodied voice.  C'mon puppy, thats a good boy, hustle now.  Haste!"

Like a bullet he jumped across the roof and landed into the alley door leading to the next district over, quickly disappearing behind the doors.  He whistled as to further taunt his pursuer.