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Archer barely registered what some of the others had told him after his episode. Obviously nothing said was particularly helpful. Sometimes people simply had to deal with things on their own. This, it seemed, was going to be one of those times. Each of them was coping with what had happened in their own unique ways, Archer was no exception to this. For now, time would simply need to march on. And march on it did, though not without a bit of an emergency cropping up in the meantime.

Urgency had a funny way of snapping one's mind back into focus. Wildcat demanding to know where the others went and even telling Archer himself to get his head back in the game is what finally got the ice meta to act normal again. He listened to a short briefing, even raising an eyebrow with interest when Mr. Freeze's name came up. In a funny way, Archer owed the existence of his powers to Mr. Freeze. He never thought Freeze of all people would become his first mission. Well, not Freeze directly, according to Wildcat Batman was sending someone else to deal with the man himself. But the Titans' first deployment would be to free his captives. Archer even wondered if he would have to play a key role if ice was involved.

Okay, come on Zero, this is your big second chance. Don't blow it! He thought to himself as he made for Wildcat's room where he was told the Justice League transporter was located. As he left the wing, he watched Robert and Daniel become one being as they normally do, quickly realizing that he was the only one fully suited up and ready to go right then so he would likely be the first to get to the transporter. But, knowing what he was about to get himself into, there was no way he was going to go out ahead of the others and waited for both of them before punching in the code.

"Okay, Freeze, you're not the only ice-man in Gotham anymore." he told himself, hoping he could get his own confidence back up again.
In light of the issue I caused, I deleted my posts that relate to it. Seemed like the right thing to do. I let a series of words on a computer screen get under my skin, and I had honestly thought I moved past being like that. Clearly I was wrong.
I felt this needed to be deleted.
I felt this needed to be deleted.
I felt this needed to be deleted.
Cyrus's response was a simple one, "If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead already." he specifically used the word kill, not fight, because unless it was a specific occasion, he always and forever would fight to kill. He was the Reaper after all, and that name didn't come about for no good reason. He'd earned it from others through his own actions during the war.

"If you're looking for more munny here, I doubt you'll find it. We're here to put a stop to a War, and most of them don't look like they have much. Plus the man organizing everything is quite... enthusiastic about his beliefs. Somehow I doubt he has any use for a couple of sell-swords whose loyalty can easily be bought by a more generous offer." That was all he was going to say to these two. After that he simply returned to the spot he'd come from among the group, ignoring whatever reply they might give him. Because unless they were foolish enough to pick a fight with him, then they probably weren't worth it.

"Apologies," he said to the everyone else, "I thought the man was running away from something serious. But it was just thugs, nothing more."
It's him changing his mind because I asked for it to be that way. I asked Apollo if we could go ahead and end the fight there so it wouldn't drag out too much and he obliged.
@floodtalon

The change tones as he saw the blast coming, he was encircling himself with only one course of action he broke his Master's Enlightenment and slammed the blades together taking to the sky he soared up as quickly as he could outrunning the blast before slowly coming down. Redemption dissipated from his hand threw off his cloak cracking his neck he held Knight Seeker carefully with one hand. "No spells, no magic, blades only." He ordered, a proper duel fought in the style of the first wielders.

Redemption was gone only the Keyblade tied to his heart remained, the elf. "If we fought with me using me full potential you would lose." He said in very rough and dry voice. Arthal was in truth of two minds since the death of his master, the calmer more fun side that he had been up until Thon's death and the more serene and emotionless side. Cyrus could feel he that this new power could equal and even surpass him should it choose to fight him. This was the strength of a Master yet he could also sense that in truth this was not Arthal's heart.


Read the second paragraph very carefully. Arthal immediately changed his mind after issuing the challenge. So no, you're the one ignoring things.
I swear Azazel is purposely not paying attention to things around him. Does he not realize the fight's over? Because it is.
The elven master still sounded conceited, even after he finally decided to take things more seriously. Was it really so hard to admit or believe that someone stronger than oneself could be out there? Even Cyrus, for all his skill and experience from the war, knew well and good that he was far from the strongest in the universe. But such an argument was not worth making, especially when his goal was never to defeat the elf in the first place, only to see what kind of person he was. If the elf truly didn't understand that, or simply didn't wish to, then it was no concern of Cyrus.

Now that he was seeing some of the other wielders up close, he began to realize that his original assessment was not entirely accurate. Apart from the elven man there was also an elven woman, and she could very well have been as old and learned as her male counterpart. Also, he realized that there were no actual children among this group, some of them appearing only a handful of years younger than Cyrus himself. Even still, he didn't recognize a single one of them from the war, so his assessment that they were likely all rookies was still very likely true.

Cyrus might have given a reply to the elven man, but found himself interrupted by the brief scuffle between three of the others present. Well, it began as two, but the elven woman had stepped in and that seemed to be enough to settle things for now. But something else caught Cyrus's eye, a civilian fleeing from something. It could have simply been Heartless, but on the off-chance of something more dangerous lurking nearby, Cyrus took it upon himself to investigate the direction the fleeing vendor had come from. It didn't take long to spot the problem. Keyblade Wielders, but not the usual helpful sort. From their tone, to even the way they stood and moved, their disposition was perfectly clear. Mercenaries, Cyrus had put up with his share of their kind through out the war. Not all Keyblade Wielders desired the power of the X-Blade, some just used the war to put munny in their pocket. These sorts of Keyblade Wielders were scum as far as Cyrus was concerned, for what kind of self-respecting Wielder of the Key would sell his strength to the highest bidder? To them Cyrus had only one thing to say.

"Holding those blades gives you no right to terrorize the innocent." he told them, plain and blunt as usual, "If you crave battle so badly then go find some Heartless and fight to your heart's content, at least then you would be doing something useful."

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