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Already know? Oh no, she knew nothing of this man's allegiances for certain just yet aside from what he himself revealed, and even beyond that this situation promoted strong skepticism towards the very concept of thinking that one knew anything, with this man being apparently capable of effortless teleportation. The masked one presumed that she knew that he served the Grand Master, but she had no such knowledge; she knew that he dressed himself in the colors of the Crimson Dawn, and she knew that he had made a deal with the Grand Master that changed himself, most likely to obtain his unusual mode of transportation. The colors alone were a vague indicator at best, and she only knew that he had made a bargain because the wards he had triggered were attuned to the energy of the Grand Master. She did not know if the Fixer was a member of the Crimson Dawn either, for that matter, only that the Fixer's actions had invariably aided this cult in one way or another.
The rune mage could care less about what her suspect thought about anything, what bargain he had made, what his profession was or even what other crimes he had committed; her orders were not to track down all members of the Crimson Dawn or to hunt for assorted outlaws that might see fit to enter the city, but only to find the Fixer and bring him before her master by any means necessary. None of what the other said disproved that he was the Fixer, as all of it could be true about the Fixer as well for all she knew... not to mention that there was still no guarantee that he was telling the truth. There was no evidence of the validity of any of his claims.

There as an abrupt noise behind her, a loud thud of something hitting stone, and for the first time since the other's vain attempt at intimidating the person who was not a person the woman's eyes left her possible target for a split-second and flicked to the side, then immediately returned. She could not see the source of the noise, but she knew that it had not come from nothing; this alley had been rather quiet up until then aside from the sounds made by herself and the one who might be the Fixer, and although they could still hear the muffled clamor of a city going about its everyday business from a distance, this had been closer. Much closer. And did not sound like common noise at all. There was someone else here in the alley with them.
[I]That explains much,[/I] she thought, suddenly feeling increasingly certain that this man must be the Fixer after all, despite of nearly all clues she had identified up until then suggesting otherwise. None of the man's actions had made sense for the Fixer to take, and his choice of action and words was different from what Grim would have picked... and Grim, likewise, would have known who she was and [I]what[/I] she was, and that she could not be intimidated. But right from the beginning she had thought that one possible explanation for these things could be that he tried to distract her, and if the other had an ally nearby getting into position... well, it all made sense then. It could even be that this had all been a trap for her from the very beginning, that the Fixer and his unseen ally had triggered her wards on purpose to lead her here alone so that they could preemptively eliminate a major threat against the Fixer's activities.

The other continued speaking, but said nothing to alleviate her growing wariness of him and this entire situation; in fact he only deepened it, and increased the certainty that he really was the Fixer. Why would he refuse a simple examination of his eyes unless he had something to hide, after all? Grim's eyes were violet and easily recognizable, and he knew this, so obviously he would do everything in his power to stop her from detecting and undoing the illusion that hid them behind a more common gray color. And now this man was going to leave. She could not allow that. It seemed that despite her best efforts to resolve this situation peacefully, at least until she knew for certain that he was the Fixer, it now seemed that violence was inevitable.
The man dropped his curious weapon, holding on to a chain attached to it, providing a helpful hint for her as to how it was used and consequently how one might react to attacks made with it. That weapon, though, combined with the man's effortless teleportation... and with another likely opponent behind her that she knew nothing about? The odds were stacking up against her. If she was to stand a chance of fulfilling her master's orders, she would need to create an advantage for herself somehow. [I]If only some of the others were here, this would be a simple matter. Yellow would have been a better pick for this situation, maybe together with Red and supported by Green. The King's Three might even have been able to handle this on their own. But just me? I'm not the best tool for this job. I will have to do, though.[/I]
How could she even the odds a little, though? The main threat at the moment was that an attack against her could come from any direction at any time, with her quarry's instant travel and his possible unseen ally. What could be done about that? She did not know where the ally was, so dealing what that one would have to wait until an opportunity presented itself. And the teleportation... she did not know whether there were any limits to that ability, a delay to how frequently it could be done, a maximum or minimum range, some kind of price associated with using doing it, anything. Her only guess had been that the destination the other wanted to teleport to had to be in view of him, and even that was only conjecture. Still, it was the only thing she had to go on, and even if she was wrong, it might still turn out in her favor if she...

She took a deep breath, consciously moving the focus of her senses trying to find both of her adversaries by the sounds they made or their magical signature, but for the moment she only managed to sense the masked one's aura; the other must be capable of hiding its soul somehow. That did not bode well for her.
Preparing herself mentally and physically for battle, her every muscle growing tense, she closed her eyes - really squeezed them shut - and muttered, "[I]Brijhal tergrim, harteor.[/I]"
For just a split-second one would be able to see a single of the runes on her specially made rune-sword awaken as energy flowed into it, but then the faint glow of its activity would be completely erased by the sheer intensity of the blinding white light that burst from the blade, painting the entire world uniform white with its searing luminance. Almost no matter who you where, this light would blind you; even the woman's eyes stung painfully from the light, despite of her eyelids being squeezed shut as tightly as she could manage. If she was right about her opponent's ability to teleport being tied to his eyesight, this would effectively stop him from using it... and even if she was wrong, at least this meant that her enemies would not be able to actually see her past the brilliant light in her hand.
That is, unless they were able to locate her without their eyes... a possibility she had to take into account. She would be ready. For now she just began jogging forward at a cautious pace, towards the masked one. She needed to examine his eyes. No matter what.