Solus smiles, as he found himself standing before both Dianor and Erika. They were both staring at the empty point in space where they believed him to be. He had, of course, already moved the book to a safe location, but they would believe he held it. He wouldn't want either side getting cocky, now would he? No, it wouldn't do at all if they were to take the book from him, as such situations usually ended with his death.
The illusion smiles, a cup of illusory wine in it's hand, an illusory book in the other. "I have this book. And I realize both of you wish to own this book." Solus' smile turns almost malicious, as he utters his next sentence. "As such, the real question becomes...... how much would you give to own it?" It was a simple bargain deal. Whichever side was prepared to offer the most would walk away with the book, and Solus would walk away with whatever it was they were offering. If they double-crossed him, or there were other complications, he simply gave them an illusory copy of the book. The perfect setup, for the perfect extortion.
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"No no no. First, you answer my next riddle."
*I am constantly killed,
and yet I never die.
I am seen in the sand, the sun, and the moon,
and yet I am invisible.
Who am I?*
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Blade jumps forwards, ready to strike, when the army of metal snakes shoots from the ground. Blade clamps one in between his feet, and is launched upwards by it's speed. Blade jumps, rising above the rapdily moving army of Ourobos's. He spins his blade, faster and faster, and stays aloft from the sheer speed somehow, as the blade propels him through the mass, slicing through the army like tissue paper. Blade, moving with both gravity and his odd sword technique as propulsion, moves straight towards Hazama, like the bastard child of a blender and a rocket.