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[color=007236][h1][center]Kitorai Valueleta[/center][/h1]
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[h2]The Strip[/h2]
The crowd started to scatter, devoid of their entertainment, going back to their ordinary life but unbeknownst to them, in the middle of Las Vegas, two masters met face to face for the first time.

If Kitorai instincts were flaring up before, once the man in front of him raised his sunglasses they were going to overdrive. He had some suspicions, after all, it was not strange for magus to modify their bodies for the sake of their magecraft... but he had a feeling there was something else in play here, and if he was right then he was in an extremely dangerous position.

Foolish of him to not bring his gauntlets, not expecting an altercation like this to happen so soon, but no use crying over spit milk,he still had the protection for his body and legs, so he would just have to improvise, and if that means going along with the man currently talking to him so be it. And so he corrected his posture, he had an inkling it was no use to play the rambunctious old man in this moment, reinforced his body and prepared for anything.

[color=007236]"One do not reach my age without a little cautioness, even more so if you still don't know all the pieces on the board and you are an unknown to me, so yes, i am wary of you" 
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He reached for his hand ([i]clink clink[/i]), but instead of taking it, he grabbed the outer part of the man's forearm, in a strong but not overbearing grip.

[color=007236]"Do ask your question, but forgive an old man for exercising a little of the aforementioned cautioness, i hope you don't mind asking one of my own afterwards though."[/color]