Fate

Lance walks through Akiba, his nose occasionally twitching...he'd found something...it was strong. He wondered why none of the others had come across it before. Lance was currently in his green coated knights form. He found himself in this form more and more these days but it did provide him with a lot of very handy bonuses. As he comes to the building where the smell seems to be the strongest he reaches out and bangs on the door.

"Hey! Is anyone in there?!" He calls.

No response comes from the bang on the door. Opening the door, he would find what seemed to be an abandoned warehouse. Spiderwebs, broken crates, and nothing of significance would be obvious to the Eris Knight.

As he entered the room, the clicking of firearms would be heard from several angles, as men in suits approach the Eris Knight with a mixture of handguns and sub-machine guns trained on him. The tattoos and scars on the faces of these men would communicate one thing to Lance: yakuza.

As Lance steps in he looks around. "Of course a freakin all powerful mystic fragment is in a dump like this." He grumbles and walks a few more steps in. Then he finds himself surrounded by men with guns, unpleasant looking ones to. His eyes scanned the group and he lets out an exasperated sigh as he adjusts Utayyari on his shoulder a bit.

Time to clean up the filth. As he begins contemplating killing the men and being done with it a familiar voice of one of his tenants scolds him in the back of his mind. Sometimes I hate having friends. He complains half heartedly.

"Howl, Utayyari." he says and suddenly the spear lets out a disorienting and physically painful roar that would cause those who heard it to become violently motion sick. As it does Lance moves out of the circle at an inhuman pace and avoids any shots the group might fire. "Listen fella's I'm sure there's a bigger more dangerous boss here. I want to see them, killing small fry is just gonna get me lectured."

The gunmen clench and howl, some stray shots going off at odd angles, one bouncing off the floor near Lance before embedding itself in a metal girder overhead. As Lance waits for the gunmen to respond to him, he hears a shrill, female voice.

"Zan...Ahian!"

A burst of wind in a small column flows at Lance rapidly, when he looks he will see a lithe, green haired woman in blue snow gear staring him down, a large two handed katana in hand with symbols glowing on it. She would be the source of energy that he sensed. The energy would not be inherently corrupt, but obviously supernatural.

"...What are you doing here." the woman says with hostility. The gunmen begin to recover and get their composure and move to surround Lance again, considering him a very dangerous threat. The green haired woman reaches into her shirt pulling out an Ofuda slip while her other hand maintains a tight grip on her blade.

As the men grab their heads and fire Lance side steps any shot that gets close...he dully thinks back to when people like this would have been dangerous to them...was that really only a month ago? He can't help but feel a sense of distance from the human he used to be. He opens his mouth to speak again when he hears the woman shout and he steps aside from the wind column.

He looks at the woman and tries to figure out if she is the one he is looking for...maybe. "I am here to find the leader and have a chat with them. I am guessing it is you I am supposed to talk to then." he says looking her over.

As the men surround him again an air of raw blood thirst and menace manifest around him. He looks at the woman with a face entirely devoid of humor or patience. "Tell them to put the guns away and leave, I will not be so kind if they try to kill me again." Lance's blood thirst was almost a physical force and his presence left no question as to whether or not he could and would maim or kill these men.

"I do not like killing meaninglessly." He warns.

"I'm just a member of the family trained by a master swordsman.." the woman says vaguely, offering Lance little information as she keeps her eyes trained on him. "They don't answer to me, and you're the one who comes barreling in here like you own the place." she says sternly, raising the blade to shoulder height, the hands holding it perpendicular to her body's axis.

"Course...you must be a cultist or something to have those kinds of abilities." she says as she begins to have a yellow spark run along her body. One of the yakuza men touches her shoulder and she sighs slightly.

For the moment Kylia says nothing more, waiting for the man's reaction. If he shows any offense or hostility, she will slice the air in front of her at Lance creating a slicing vortex of air that would pursue him a short distance.

Lance frowns as the men around him do not seem to put away their weapons. At the same time though none of them try to kill him so he decides to be satisfied with status quo until something changes. "I am looking for a crystal holder I would either like them to align themselves with me or to give me the crystal. If there is a desire to trade I am willing to bargain."

"As for coming in here, well no one was answering so I was wondering if it was just a youma inside this room smells very strongly of youma." He tells her honestly. "Also I am not really a cultist, I am one of the super powered planetary aligned teenagers, I've generally heard us called knights. I currently have a ceasefire agreement with the cultists."

"What nonsense are you talking about a crystal.." Kylia snarls again at Lance. Her blade still raised she kept her gaze firmly upon him waiting to see what move he would make next. "But if you value your life, you should leave. Now."

She cautiously hovers a small distance away from Lance with her katana poised to strike at a moment. "...A super powered teenager and you have a ceasefire with the Covenant? Now I know you're full of it..."

Could you really blame her for disbelief?

Lance lets out a sigh, well he'd tried to warn her. "Last chance we can try to talk this out first or things will get rough and members of either the covenant or those youma hunting vigilanties are going to get involved." He warns with serious but not particularly worried expression, the woman might be strong, and if she was stronger than him then maybe this would be the end of the road for him, but regardless how this fight turned out. If it came to blows it would be bad for her.

Hmm well warriors tend to like to romantisize things, why don't we try a different tact? Asks a voice in Lance's head as Soma and he swap out. The bloodlust and aggression around Lance disipates to basically nothing and Soma raises the spear into the ready position.

"Well you see, I have never placed much value on my life. A punk who's only skill it killing monsters is not exactly something that society had said it likes. But that aside..." He tilts his head towards the men around them. "If you and I begin fighting here your soldiers are probably going to get killed. If they want to clear out to a safer distance why don't you and I have a duel for a bit, then hopefully that will help you understand." Soma suggests a gentle and kind smile on his face.

This shift was drastic, Lance's aura was like a violent storm seeking to catch and destroy everything around it and barely contained within himself. Soma's on the other hand was like a calm, still lake peaceful and harmonious, but with a sense that there might be something very large lurking beneath the surface.

"If you agree to the duel I will let you pick the style. Weapons will need to be whatever we have though." He suggests.