[h1][center][b][color=FFD700]Ahmicqui[/color][/b][/center][/h1]
[center][h3][b][color=FFD700]Las Vegas Strip[/color][/b][/h3][/center]
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[color=FFD700][i]“That master.. That man. He has seen death, that much his eyes tell me. Yet he has chosen to come here, to this war.”[/i][/color]

Ahmicqui relayed over his mental bond to Archer. There was much that he learned from just looking at the man, but too much of it were just hunches, speculation and instinct. The only thing as a warrior of the battlefield could be certain of was to know when standing before someone who had stared death in the eyes and knew it to be death. Perhaps there was some promise in this war, perhaps he had been right to participate.

Watching the fight between two legends unfolds was truly a sight to behold. It made him think back of those final days, before -that- had revealed itself. When it seemed like god waged war against men, such was what it felt like to stare at those two servants just exchanging what came down to practice and measurement. Testing the limits of another in countless ways that they likely were not aware of, simply verifying it on an instinctual level.

It took a moment too long to register that the two were leaving. He had considered to perhaps lend a hand, but he simply had been in awe, captivated by beauty and now it had vanished as quickly as the life of a butterfly. A soft breath rolled from his lips, taking a moment to collect himself before the ageless creature turned his gaze to the master that had been left behind. Raising a hand to lift the bridge of his sunglasses, sickly amber eyes peering from beneath it at the man.

[color=FFD700]“You are aware.. Painfully aware of me. Some would feel such tense caution is weakness. But I disagree..” [/color]

Ahmicqui said in a friendly tone, raising his sunglasses from his face and instead neatly folding them up before planting them in the front pocket of his shirt. Taking a few steps closer to Kitorai at a leisurely pace to be in a more conservational distance. [color=FFD700]“You see it, don’t you.. All possibilities, every move that can be made.. And every move you must make it. I want to see it, that chessboard in your mind.”[/color]

The bronze-skinned master stretched an arm out, offering his hand.

[color=FFD700]“I’ll bring you to -them-. It will be a lot faster. My toll is but a trifle, just a -single- question.” [/color]