He continued to leer at her. She seemed just as willing to converse and offer information as he was. Until she dealt him the details of the man she hunted. Half a year ago. Blood magic. Traces of him everywhere. He stilled for a few seconds, connecting pieces. It had been almost six months since they'd swept into the city, destroying everything they'd touched. The plague of violence and bloodshed, their life-long enemy, lead by a beautiful woman with raven black hair, with skin that smelled faintly of plums and fire-ash.

Someone else, this man sought by this stranger, had to be involved. The woman had barely left the city in the time she was here. And yet, somehow she'd managed an alliance with [i]them[/i], organizing the day that had ended everything. 

When the woman gestured, he blinked, shoving aside his thoughts as she tried to bribe him into allowing her to stay. His eyes crinkled as he grinned wickedly beneath his cover. "You have nothing I want or need, intruder." He said darkly. "There is nothing here for you or your kind. There is nothing here for anyone. But, seeing as you're going to trespass and threaten me, I think I'd like to see what I'm up against."

In a quick movement, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, never leaving his crouch, and vanished.

Turning her trick against her, he reappeared behind her, his bare feet silent on the chapel roof as he sunk into position, still crouching. She'd barely moved, registering what he'd done, and he launched from his crouch before she had time to guess he'd done exactly as she had. Forcefully, he threw his hands against the back of her cuirass and shoved her toward the edge of the roof.