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_________________________________[i][b]Master[/b][/i]_________________________________
Fuyuki West - Bank[/center]

Xerxes stood up, his short work nearly complete. The cup was emptied of water, and found itself hanging and hidden from sight once again. After all, a great deal of work was required for this upcoming war. So many fights, so little time, and such a chaotic event it would be. He heard the creaking of the door, and had already turned, on the defense. The next sound was the door flying open, the sounds of buzzing insects flooding the air, and he knew one thing in an instant. The Matous weren't happy. Cross them off the list. But action first. Action first. The Persian master grabbed the banker by the scruff of his collar, and with a toss, the poor man found himself awake and screaming as the initial swarm of insects crashed into him. Xerxes was already running, towards his servant as the bugs tried to move around him. 

He had to act fast, and that required Berserker. [color=fff79a]"Berserker, come to me!"[/color] Xerxes shouted, grabbing a wooden chair and tossing it into the insects that attempted to flank him. Disrupting their motions for even a moment was more than enough, as Berserker would come to him. The insects still hadn't full surrounded him by the point as he had the sense to be on his guard of invaders. Despite how Xerxes operated as a 'doctor' of sorts, he was still physically fit. He had already reached his servant by the time the insects would have worked their way over the banker. [color=fff79a]"Retreat, break down a wall if you have to."[/color] Xerxes shouted, tossing his jacket back into the insects that attempted to attack, relying on Berserker to carry him away from the attack. In that moment the golden rod and chalice he had used before the insects came in were clearly visible. And then... There was another set of two items. A handsized jar, firmly attached more than any other item, and a disc. A disc that could fit in the palm of the hand. Mystic codes? Possibly.

But, Xexes had to make sure the insects didn't follow him. In Berserker's arms, he had already placed a hand onto the golden neckleace he wore beneath his coat. Visible to the insects, a thick smoke erupted forth. A horrifying smoke that engulfed the first division that had gotten too close to the persian. A thick black smoke that clung to them. Their eyes, their lungs, the places under their armor that became exposed. They became blind, and the smoke clung like a powder to their wings. They would fall from the sky as the smoke burned through their wings, landing with thuds onto the ground. They became useless to the collective as the gas lingered, spreading out slowly to fill the bank's stale atmosphere. And by that time, Xerxes and Berserker would be gone. 

One thing was learned, the Persian had some tricks up his sleeves, and the Matous were watching. 
[color=fff79a]"Berserker, we retreat to the church. Follow my directions. Move quickly."[/color] He had one more place to hit. The Department Store. A desire of sorts, or a need to power his servant more. To feed it more material gains? But, he wasn't willing to risk being attacked again, and the church was a proper place for him to hide out for the night. A place that wouldn't attract attention for himself and wouldn't allow any spare eyes to track him to his base of operations. A good enough place for now.

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[u][b]Moving to - The Church[/b][/u]