A smile that would have looked out of place if Zande could see it spread from ear to ear, it was a tight, thin-lipped smile and stretched far too wide for his bony and thin face. Despite the fact that his face was all but covered by a black ink like substance that swirled with deep reds and blues he watched his target approach with perfect clarity. He had yet to change the blue lenses of his goggles, which were also covered by the same magical darkness and gave him a bug appearance, he could see the magical aura that the man’s bracelet projected, though it was faint and didn’t appear to hold any offensive capability as far as Nicoli could deduce. 

“Good. That is good.” Nicoli spoke as Zande stopped only a step or two from him. With his hands still held up, palms out, he shook his head. “Oh no, we are not friends.” He chuckled lightly, his shadowed head cocked to one sign in an unusual gesture.

“I’ve traveled a great distance by various methods.” He lowered his hands. “Somebody wants you dead very badly and has paid a very handsome sum for it. So, I will kill you.” He stated his words flatly, as a matter of course, it was business like, professional and lacking any sort of malice or hatred. This was simply another contract for the man known as D’Angelo.