[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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The crowd barely registered in the mind of the ageless monster, their features and the cycles they followed had become but mere fixtures on the background of his world. Barely thinking of them except at the times when they broke from the conventional, at times like these where for the time being a single of these creatures broke away from the background. Or perhaps he simply had pulled this old man to the main stage of his world. Whether he belonged there was another question, but at least he was a threat.

[color=FFD700]“Hoh.. a life of struggle, a life of danger.. But that is not unusual for those of us who dwell in this moon-lit world.”[/color]

“...”

[color=FFD700]“Good. Yet this war must be your last, to have one such as you pass on merely through time.. Would simply be too sad.” [/color]

He said not in a brash tone, or one of arrogance even. It was strangely respectful, laced with a certain sorrow. One quickly brushed away by his smile, as Kitorai’s grasp was matched by Ahmicqui’s own, though restraining his own power as to not crush the man’s bones and squeeze the magus’s wrist into pulp.

[color=FFD700]“You may ask as many as you like.”[/color]

The bronze-skinned master said with palpable delight. Drawing the elderly master in with a tug, nothing too harmful. Before mounting Kitorai on his back. Holding onto the old master’s legs before starting to move at a leisurely pace.

[color=FFD700]“What emotion, what feeling drove you to this war. Was it greed, ambition, curiosity, or something different?” [/color]

A simple question, enough to offer a hint on one’s motivations without revealing too much. Or perhaps for Ahmicqui it was an easier way to pierce to the heart of the matter without needing to decipher logic. 

Once the crowd was cleared, that leisurely pace transformed into a sprint and that same momentum soon became an absurd leap as in a matter of seconds the two of them were leaping from roof to roof. The wind whipped fiercely at them, howling in their ears, as both masters knew they were drawing closer to the park where their servants had decided to bring their battle to. 

The way the ageless creature swayed and almost drifted in the air, it almost seemed like he belonged more in the skies than he did locked to the ground. A truth seeming to edged into his very soul, carved into stone from the moment of his birth. Kitorai was permitted to enter that world of the skies, and perhaps the closest one could come to inviting an enemy into their home during a war in a distant land. 
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[h3][center][b]Las Vegas Strip -> Spring Valley Community Park[/b][/center][/h3]

After several minutes, the two departed from the moon-lit world of the skies and returned to the soil upon which man dwelled. In this case arriving at the very edge of the park, whether it was out of caution or courtesy of that battle of legends was a puzzle for Kitorai to ponder upon as he was returned to the ground and released with proper respect. Ahmicqui taking a few steps forward, permitting time for Kitorai to compose himself before turning around.

[color=FFD700]“And here we are.. As promised. I have no desire to fight you just yet, so ask anything you like.. Unless you seek to test your strength against mine. If not, let us find some front row seats for the spectacle to unfold.” [/color]