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Dark Jack said
Hmm... I was just contemplating my reply for the IC, and a couple of things struck me as needing to be brought up before I can actually start writing a post, Merc. Firstly, I can't seem to figure out just what happened to the kick the Fixer aimed at Ixion's side; Ixion sees and acknowledges that the kick is being initiated, but it isn't explained what happened to it after that. Did he just take the hit? Secondly, when you wrote , did you mean his right wrist? Since the Fixer was already extending his right arm and grabbing onto Ixion with his right hand, it just seemed more likely to me that Ixion would grab that rather than the left one, which is relatively hard to reach with it being on the side of the Fixer turned away from Ixion and with his left hand still in his pocket.

I had hoped that the end result of the teleportation, with him pushing off of the beam, would avoid that kick due to the Fixer going downwards as well due to gravity. Looking through it, I didn't make that point obvious, so I'll edit that in accordance to what I was intending in the first place.

As for the wrist, it's a simple matter of this: I've got the wrong wrist written down. That's certainly embarrassing as I was thinking right, but imagining things with the use of my left hand (to check if flicking his wrist forward to grab on worked). That's now corrected.

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Damn. I'm sorry for your loss and my heart goes out to you and your family.

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Boy that was an intriguing post to write, thinking of the possibilities for Ixion to utilize. Anyway, I hope the response suffices.

And it's sad to see ya go, sartorous. I wish you success for the future.

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xion's left side was sore, the dented metal that was his armour still pressing against the injury. At least the good news was that the injury was probably nothing more than a bruise. He definitely concluded that the armour was now useless and he would need to replace it as soon as everything was finished here. That is if he made it through this. Neither the vampire or the penin had the initiative to help him out at this moment in time, which meant his options were especially limited and his survival even less. At least he is making this fight believable, he thought, safely assuming that the Fixer was using this 'fight' to clear both the vampire and the assassin of the murder of Blue.

All those thoughts had changed as soon as his opponent grabbed onto his right wrist. Ixion had assumed that the Fixer would allow him to push him away so that he could arm himself to make the scene more believable. Instead, the legend had countered his counter and was launching an attack of his own. He saw in the corner of his eye that the left leg was swinging towards his right side. This time though, the kick had more menace and had the intent on causing some serious damage. At first, it had worried Ixion greatly. He's got the intention of killing us, he thought, panic almost setting into his mind. He instantly thought then that all three of them had no chance of surviving the confrontation, even if the Fixer had said earlier that he wouldn't harm both himself and the vampire due to the reasons he had forgotten. Luckily for him, he steeled his mind to the task at hand. Now is not the time to panic, Ixie, he thought, erasing the panic in his mind. If you can pull yourself through this, you might have a chance.

The first thought on the matter was how to get himself out of the Fixer's grip. As soon as he is freed, he is free to then teleport, taking advantage of the area around them to create random attacks. As long as the Fixer had a grip of him wherever he went, his opponent would be carried with him. His first observation was that the Fixer now had only one point connected to the ground, making him easy to topple over with an aerial kick, using the awkward grip that the Fixer had to his advantage. However, he instantly dismissed the idea as that alone would be easily countered by the legend, as he had observed before. Perhaps use my illusion with that? If he had poured a lot of his concentration on the illusion, especially since he would be concentrating on the attack in hand, then the aerial kick would possibly work. He also dismissed that as the Fixer would probably assume that and counter that again, since the Fixer knew a lot of things about the assassin. Instead of that, Ixion decided on another option: make the attack as random as possible. With that, he hopefully removes the element of planning and, with any hope, could catch the Fixer out. But how?

Without even thinking of a solid random attack, he instantly flicked his wrist forward, clasping the Fixer's right wrist. Locking eyes on the Fixer's head, he bent his legs, ready to jump for the aerial kick. As soon as he stopped moving, however, he instantly teleported, brining the Fixer with him to his destination. He ended up reappearing two storeys up on the same beam he used to confront Blue when she first spotted him. With hopeful precision, the Fixer should be suspended in the air, already falling to the ground and bringing Ixion with him. Using the coiled legs from before, he pushed hard off the beam, allowing only the Fixer's weight to anchor him towards a central point. This would also, due to the Fixer going down to the ground from his position and the opposite direction he is going, avoid the kick that's placed on his right side. As soon as his arm was taught, he pulled himself forward, allowing his left leg to arc towards the Fixer's back, using all that momentum to drive his foot for the attack.

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Jack, just a quick question: which wrist did the Fixer grab?

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yoshua171 said
Is Morgan's ability to sense that due to him being a sniffer because honestly I forget the mechanics of sniffers.As a note, I'on is not weaving any particularly potent spells. they are complex, but not necessarily highly powerful. He's trying not to use too much magical energy too fast, so the build up is gradual. He also isn't looking at Morgan, so it would appear that he doesn't have any intention to attack him.

Yeah, I think from the looks of the post that I'on is looking towards Ixion.

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Ixion looked at the Fixer with uncertainty. What he had said to him about the poisoner still sat uneasy with him. The identity was still racing through his mind. He traced his steps back from the hit during the night. He came to the conclusion during the analysis that it certainly wasn't one of the guards that were protected the now-deceased merchant. They were nothing but common thugs, none of them had the intelligence to know what was poisonous or not. They were probably not that quick enough to observe the assassin enough to spot the tonic on his side. This would have meant that the person who had the time to observe his personal effects to spot it. Tracing it back between then and the last time the tonic was made, he could only think of two people that could have done it. One of them could have been the person who had made the tonic, which was back in Pelgaid City. The time that was taken to make the tonic with them was longer than he was used to, especially as this was recommended by the previous contract, who was reliable. His gut instinct was been unsure about it because of the city, but he went with it as he was there initially. If it was them, then the previous contractor had sealed his fate, whether it was at his hand or at the hand of the Fixer. The only other option was the current contractor: a man who was in charge of a small band of highwaymen who were taking their spoils to drink themselves into a stupor. He took the contract on a grain of salt as the leader had said that the merchant was heavily guarded when an organized ambush would have taken those buffoons out. Perhaps he ordered one of his men to observe and place the poison in the tonic? That was a definite possibility. He would need to investigate that when he returns to them. But first, he would need to let the Fixer know, who had said something in the meanwhile. ”... Might still do tha', even if ya don' kno' who it was; I'm real good a' findin' info."

“The more I think about it,” he started, changing his uncertain appearance into a more certain one. “The more I conclude that it it one of two possibilities. I had initially thought that it was one of the people in my current contract that had done it. However, I believe it could be one of two people. One of them being a person who made the tonic for me back in Pelgaid City at Aster's Emporium. If it was them, then Lord Maximillian Hector must pay for directing me to them. The other is a band of highwaymen that currently have me under contract to kill a merchant they they want me to get in this city. As I still got to get my pay from them, I can see if it was them. Aster's Emporium is a good place as any for you to find any information.”

It was a short moment later that Ixion's eyes were opened as the Fixer turned on him. Time slowed down in his mind as he examined the entire surrounding to evade the attack. It was during this time that he noticed a familiar figure: the penin that he was with before he got poisoned. What on earth is he doing here? he thought. Then again, the fight between him, assisted by the vampire, and Blue did cause a magical signal to those who had sensed the magic earlier. The uncertainty of them as an ally could only be determined in the future. If he is going to be a problem, why doesn't the Fixer just kill him. The thought had no feeling as he was thinking about the situation at hand. He then remembered the rune knight that he saw earlier. If he knows the rune knight, that means that he knows a lot of people in the city of notable influence. Then another thought comes to his mind, with all of the variables taken into consideration. Is the Fixer making us look innocent of the past events? If that was the case, then the assassin knew what the Fixer was trying to do.

As time sped up back into reality, Ixion only had a fraction of a second to react to the Fixer's oncoming attack. He knew that the kick was unavoidable, so the kick landed onto his side, partially winding him on the side. All the while, he observed the mercenary's next attack, which was a thrust at his chest. As he was partially winded, his armour dented from the attack, he instinctively reached for his 'sparring' opponent's right hand. If he was able to grab the arm, he would proceed to, with the assistance of the Fixer's momentum, to throw the man to one side and, keeping the momentum up, direct him to the nearest set of objects, which were the crates that he used to protect himself earlier. While he was doing that, he looked at the man and said, letting him know that he knew what he was doing, “Do what is necessary.” As he feared what the necessary was, he would reach for his knife if the counter was successful.

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Now that I have finally factory reset my laptop (something that I have been meaning to do for ages), I can now concentrate on getting a posted sorted out. Expect a post by the end of tomorrow.

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And the floor is all yours, Rhae.

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Ixion still looked down, watching the Fixer's every move. While he did want to serve an opponent of Blue's calibre justice, but with the Grand Master looming over him with the contract in the case he struck down one of his servants, he cannot afford to carry that out. If there was one thing that was easily deductible was that the Grand master doesn't need the souls that he had obtained himself to be forced to his domain by their death and would probably punish the assassin if that was the case. Could he possibly, once he was powerful enough through some other means and another confrontation occurred in the future, hinder the Fixer in some way so that another person could bring him down? Technically, that could be possible as he wouldn't be the one that would do the coup de grace, he should be fine with that method. Would he irritate the Grand Master that he assisted in the downfall of his right hand man? Ixion pushed the thought to one side. Now is not the time to dwell on such thought, he concluded. Much like he had said earlier, now was not the time to do or think on such thoughts as they would detract from his analytical skills that he is currently going through at this very moment.

Despite not needing the demonic sword that Blue had, since he had one himself, Ixion watched as the man below him take the scabbard from the belt and attached it to his own belt. It amused the assassin that despite hearing the Fixer and his terrible power, he needed both of his hands to do something as menial as undoing the belt. Moreover, he carried on thinking about the swords. If he had one sword, why need two? Using two swords and still have the war-pick at his side would be very cumbersome for someone of his abilities. Whatever was the case, Ixion concluded that if she had the weapon and was from a place that was gruesomely called the Corpse Forge, it might have something to do with that place. Who knows, but once the Fixer was finished and looked up at them, she spoke directly at Ixion, still having the unknown accent in his voice.

"Oy, Ixie! Is the guy tha' pois'n'd ya still 'live?"

While the accent didn't phase the assassin one bit, he still grimaced at the use of the pet name. Note to self, need to remove that one weakness, Ixion concluded. That was something that he didn't need; a blast from his personal history to give an enemy an edge over him and his fearsome abilities as any faltering when teleporting would be the difference between executing it correctly and the possibility of damaging, or worse losing, a limb from a bad placement. Once again, however, he gained his composure and thought about the question. The person who had poisoned him? He had thought with some certainty that one of the guards of the murdered merchant had put the poison in the tonic that kept his throat operable. Now pondering on the entire event in his mind, doubt crept in. From me teleporting and moving at blinding speed for those buffoons, there was no way one of them had the time to 1) spot the tonic, 2) had the knowledge of what poisons would affect him in the way he did and 3) be quick enough to insert it into the tonic by the time I killed them. The more he thought about it, the more certain he was that neither of them had poisoned him and that there was another force at hand that had done the deed.
He hadn't been surprised at the fact that the Fixer knew about the poisoning, considering he had been in Zerul City for this long just to defeat Blue and take the sword. But if he had seen that, could he have seen the person who had done such a thing? That was an intriguing question and the person who might know the answer to that question, he might be able to get the directions needed to strike back at his poisoner. Without hesitation, he too walked off the edge of the building he was standing on. However, without all of the theatrical acrobatics that the Fixer had showed and rolled away, Ixion landed onto the ground, allowing himself to go into a kneeling position to allow the energy obtained from the fall to dissipate through them. From the years of doing such a manoeuvre, he was used to the pain load that the fall would give him. Getting back up onto his feet, he looked at the Fixer. “It seems that you know a lot about that incident, though I think you have been in this city long enough to witness that. As far as I am aware or thinking of that, the poisoner might still be alive. If you know anything about the details, I'd be more than happy to know of them and repay the favour to them.” While he waited for the Fixer's response, he readied himself for any spoken jujitsu that he might use.