Ixion looked down at the woman in the street. The figure on the rooftops had moved to another location that he was not sure of. Not that it matters as he, despite his weakened state, was able to escape both without any problems. He saw that her hand rested not too far away from the weapon on her waist, a sword of unknown quality. The one thing he could do now was to disappear, leaving her without anyone to confront. He had a gut feeling that if a fight was to be instigated, he would have his hands full and if the figure on the rooftop decided to join the fray and side with her, his chances of a victory were slim. And that was including the possibility of him being at full fitness. Yet, despite the easy option of flight from the scene, he remained. She had intrigued him with an as-of-yet unknown entity that was only known as the Fixer. [i] Who was he?[/i] he wondered as he carried on listening to the woman.

[i]"I serve my master. I have been ordered to find the assassin known as the Fixer. Approach me and let me examine your eyes so that I can ascertain whether you are him."[/i]

[i]So she serves someone who is searching this being,[/i] he concluded, despite there not being much to go on. There were some of the pieces of the puzzle being fit into place. The way she remains calm, despite the frightening prospect of fighting someone with abilities that he has, made him suspect that she wasn’t here to recruit his services. And with the way she appeared when he had exposed a seemingly powerful form of magic with little effort supports this. [i]It’s as if she is informed about the Fixer’s skills so she can be prepared to fight them.[/i] It was then, while he was musing about the woman, that he noticed the figure that had been on the rooftop, sitting in an ideal hiding spot to keep tabs on the conversation that was at hand. Yet, despite that, the stranger has his concentration on the woman, from being close to her. [i]Perhaps they aren’t an enemy?[/i] he thought as he continued to run through the possible strategy that would make things more ideal to him. In the case that the figure is an ally, he wouldn’t make any form of indication that a third member was at this location. A use of an ally would improve the odds.

It was then, a few seconds later, that he decided on a tactic that was in mind. [i]“Kalreth dreth haav rwethw pleed,”[/i] he started to chant, keeping his voice to the minimum. [i]”Menrirl idrith cabr saadrai."[/i] With any hope, the illusion magic he cast upon the woman would create a shadowy apparition in front of her, in his identical form. Then, without any word, he disappeared again, teleporting into the shadows of an alleyway that was behind her. Then, creeping almost silently and with a malicious demeanour, he walked up behind her, hand on his handmade kusarigama in case she reacts. “What if I’m the Fixer,” he whispered into her right ear, teleporting again in front of her, craning his head towards her. “Will you try to kill me?” His slate grey eyes glared at her with hostility, attempting to enhance the intimidation tactic that he is assuming. With that, he disappeared again, turning as he had done so. Moments later, he reappeared at the supposed location as to where his illusion might have been. While he was in no state to fight this woman, he had his main weapon in hand. His final conclusion was that even if he was going to flee, she would follow him to confront him at another location, perhaps with fatal consequences. He had decided that he would give a reason to not follow him. Yet, there was still a few questions on his mind, those that he would follow up in the case that he was victorious in a possible battle. “Tell me… who is your master? What would he want with the Fixer?”