BUT I WANT MAI PIE

[Rivers]

Bustling streets = Normal. People eating at restaurants; normal. A drop dead gorgeous hedgehog levitating her dish of spaghetti and then sliding it down the plate into her mouth noodle by noodle; what the h*ll?

Such was the beginning of the day at Luigi's Italian Eatery. The black furred hedgehog with a crazy mustache was perplexed and in awe. In the end, all customers that afternoon left, or refused to come in when they looked through the window.

Storm gave a smile, slurping up her final noodle and nodding to the owner. Within a flash, she gave a thumbs up and a wink.
" Excellente Luigi!" She declared with a bright pretty smile. Her golden eyes glanced about the eatery. It didn't take long for her to realize it was empty and most likely because of her. Her gaze wondered back to Luigi, who had now vanished eagerly to the kitchen once more.

A sigh left her lips and she gave a shrug.
" Well, this is a pretty fork." She said, admiring the silverware she didn't even bother to use. Pocketing it, she left the eatery to a sight more abnormal to herself. Maybe she wasn't the only reason everyone left. Maybe this added to the many reasons to flee the area beside Storm.


Outside the restaurant stood a tall white kitsune with blue markings. Four Swords danced around him, literally floating and rotating around him. His two tails wagged, and an odd smile formed on his features.
Balvayne was standing on top of a car that was sliced clean in half; his own doing. Around him, stood ten cops, all holding their guns raised.

His ear twitched impatiently. Go 'head. Fire. Such an act will cost you your lives. I have no duel with you. He thought gamely. Okay, so maybe part of him wanted this. Balvayne absolutely adored the thrill of battle, yet hated when those too weak got in the way. He felt bad hurting innocents; not because they were innocent, but because they were weak. Strong fighters never made themselves "innocent", such would be a disgrace to anyone who called themself a fighter. After all, war was not innocent. Fighting, is not innocent. Battle is not innocent, and even the thing Balvayne loved dearest: an honorable duel, was in theory, not innocent.

His battle thirsty mind craved his current attention. Maybe he didn't have to kill them. If he did, oh well, their fault.
It wasn't long before Balvayne's wish was granted. Gunfire hailed on his spot.

Balvayne's markings and eyes glowed blue, and suddenly more swords appeared, whirling around and protecting him from the bullets. Some of the cops were even wounded by the unpredictable deflections that took place.

"Holy spaghetti and meatballs!" Storm screamed, throwing herself to the floor.

Balvayne gave a smirk; the cops stopped firing. "Pity. They're scared." He murmured, the extra swords disappearing into thin air, while the original four continued to float.

A cop shot a bullet and as a response one of the swords swung at the bullet, flinging it back at the aggressor who now suffered from a bullet in his knee.

Balvayne smiled, and decided it would be more beneficial to ask a question or two.
His steps carried him over to the cop who had just fired at him, while the others cowered in fear and requested back up. A lightning fast hand gripped the cop by the shirt and lifted him up.
"You got guts. I like that. However, don't act out on your guts if you're afraid to have them spilled." Balvayne spoke coldly. One of the swords floated over at put itself at the man's throat. " Now, unless you want me to cause the latter, tell me, where is Prince Saylo hmm?"

Storm stood up slowly, shocked at what was going on. She reached into her pocket, and levitated the fork. Acting quickly, she shot the fork at Balvayne. "That'll teach him for messing with my pizza pie that was supposed to be cooking!"

Balvayne was about to speak more when he felt a pinch in his shoulder. A scowl formed on his features, and he looked to the fork stuck in his shoulder.
" Ow." He responded unamused. Pulling out the fork, he thrust it aside along with the cop and began walking toward Storm; she had made a grave mistake.

[€l SonikkÜ]

Finding people wasn't as easy as it used to be. But then, used to be, his means of doing so were somewhat similar to Balvayne's own. A bit more...tactical, and less blatant, approaches were usually necessary for flushing out more tactical, less blatant targets. But usually, when enough people were killed and enough children threatened, even the closest family members would hand over your man on a silver crested platter. Closest family members. Betrayal. Ah the wickedness of the world.

Saylo however, was sniffing down one of those tactical, less blatant trails. Of course, he had tried the obvious thing first. Go to a police station and ask a way of contacting this "Agent Rivers". Kinda funny, the irony of a mass killer waltzing right in with no one having the slightest clue. They didn't have any contact methods on them - Rivers' organization was apparently seperate from the government itself. But it wasn't a complete waste of time. He did learn more about who this guy was. More specifically, who he worked for, what they did, and the company name. He had something a bit more broad and, perhaps, more effective to dog.

This would be too easy from here.

The small feline was making his way down the sidewalk, in search of a store that might have a phonebook of sorts on sale. If that didn't work, he'd simply contact Intelligence and briefly pretend to be someone important. If that didn't work, track down the biggest, baddest, black market nerd this city had to offer, break into an Intelligence building, let the nerd do his database cracking thing and get his information that way. Snap, crackle, pop.

He began to notice he was the only one moving against the current - er, crowd. They were all going the other way, and rather quickly, with disturbed, frightened expressions.

He turned an ear toward a woman behind him who'd whipped out her cell phone. "Hello? Bobby? I'm going to be late getting home, there's another one of those chaos users in a shootout with the police right where I parke--"

Ah, that's why. Getting in "shootouts" with police certainly wasn't an abuse of power, was it now? No need for Saylo's targets to possibly make a show...

The prince narrowed his eyes in interest, just before hopping across the street and jumping between two buildings in an alleyway to get on top, survaying the situation going on on the next street over from above.

He rested his forearms on the guard rail as he peered over the edge, tail waving. Seems this kitsune had left the police with a bit more than they barganed for, and was headed toward some girl.

Hmph, not his problem. He was only there in hopes of Rivers' company making a show.

[Rivers]

Storm's eyes widened as fear's dark grasp tightened on her heart, forcing it to skip a beat. The beautiful hedgehog froze, shock's icy breath covering her. Her eyes glanced back and forth frantically, and she took a step back from the window. He was coming right for her wasn't he?

The answer to the question at hand was a resounding yes. The kitsune's gaze as cold and heartless. She attacked and thus was subject to receive an attack.
" You've made a grave mistake my dear." Balvayne snarled, drawing the sword from his back as the four swords floating around him disappeared.

Balvayne's blade was intricate, futuristic, and beautiful. It was a lovely object with the deadliest of bites. He spun around the two handed sword epically as he approached.

As a result, Storm's fear only tightened its grip over her. She was lost for words, and lost for actions. After all, if she ran, he was just going to catch up and kill her more painfully, right? She stepped back and fell to the floor, trying to slide herself backward as the blade wielding death bringer approached her. In a situation like this, she could only do one thing. Her telekinesis would only piss Balvayne off more. She swallowed hard as Balvayne stepped into the restaurant.
"Oh fiddlesticks." She murmured.

[€l SonikkÜ]

…Ugh.

A blue laser shot through the window of the restaurant, slicing into the flat of Balvayne’s blade and burning right through. Its tip fell to the floor with a clank.

”Complete asininity.”

A brief flash, and worn combat boots appeared behind Storm. The dark feline’s unreadable face was mirrored in the broken tip of Balvayne’s sword. ”Run along, fool. You were actually serving a purpose while outside.”

[Rivers]

Balvayne's eyes widened, quite surprised. A dark scowl escape his lips and he lifted up his blade, in awe. The kitsune was clearly not amused by what just happened. Fangs bared, he allowed his sword to dematerialize.

Anger was not a strong enough word. Hate, was not strong enough. One of his favorite swords was just disgraced by Saylo's actions. The damage done was going to be a real pain to repair. Despite this extreme level of distaste, he found himself slightly happy when he realized just who damaged his blade.
" Saylo, ah, you see all I care about is the purpose you serve to me." Balvayne responded coldly.

Storm, who was in between the two deadly man was panicking.
" Well bout time I hit the dusty ole trail..." She said softly, about to dart away. However, before she could take a step, Balvayne summoned a hooksword, and pulled her close, the blade close to her neck. "YIKES! OKAY! Ackhhhffffffff..." She was silenced by Balvayne's gloved hand clamping tight over her mouth.


"Use your telekinesis and you die." He warned. Normally, he'd like a duel, but under the current conditions, and what Saylo was able to do to his sword, it was apparent that a secluded area may be best. Plus, although Balvayne didn't know what the back up that was coming was, it was dire that he avoid anymore interactions that were not needed. After all, he had found his target.

"Now, Saylo, I suggest you choose your next words wisely." He spoke with a growl. It was good that Balvayne was in a hurry to get secluded; after all the company Ironus was on its way, sending Agent Rivers.

((crappy one, my apologies))

[€l SonikkÜ]

Saylo looked at him in impatience. This city never ceased to disgust him with its output of so called "fighters". Saylo was sure this guy didn't know many ways to feel fulfilled than to surround himself with fleeing weaklings. But not only had he been doing that, now, when confronted with a real warrior, he hid behind one of them?

Where this guy got Saylo's name he had no clue.

He lifted his hand, two fingers spread and extended as bolts of electricity began to flicker and dance. "I don't have time for your games." He growled. "Assuming you're not a blatant fool who took it upon yourself find and stand up to one of the meanest names you know, someone sent you." The energy began to intensify. A flash of it suddenly jumped to the light fixture, the bulb shattering and the entire building lost its power.

"You have three seconds to let her go and begin explaining, before I blast both of your guts against the wall." He looked very serious. Whether he really was or not is anyone's guess.

[Rivers]

Storm's eyes widened in fear. She couldn't do anything. If she attempted an attack, this guy would tear her to shreds, yet if she did nothing, this black cat would shoot her with his crazy beam doohickies.

Balvayne's brow raised. Was he bluffing? Well, it didn't matter any way. His attack wouldn't have the same effect on him. Sure, Storm would be blasted to shreds, but hey, he'd be okay. A part of his stomach cringed. Maybe he felt a little bad allowing her to do that. But, then again she was the weak one, not him.
"You're bluffing." He began coldly. "You see, I wasn't sent for you. I sent myself after you."

With a growl he threw Storm aside, who merely yelped, "monkey crack!" and fell with a thud. Balvayne summoned a great two handed sword, held it in one hand, and pointed it at Saylo.
" I am the blademaster, Blademaster Balvayne. I traveled to this dimension just to defeat you and take your sword. So, the sooner we move out of this area and into an honorable dueling ground, the sooner I can leave this sh*thole."

[€l SonikkÜ]

"You're bluffing."

Saylo gave a sick grin.

"You see, I wasn't sent for you. I sent myself after you."

And people wondered why Saylo so rarely gave anyone the benefit of the doubt. Did he not just eat his words? Never assume a weakling wasn't doing something for the stupidest reasons possible. Or lack there of. His death would be deserved.

The dark cat held his nasty grin throughout the kitsune's explanation until he got to the part about his sword.

Whoa...

Someone...just screwed themself.

"Heh...oh...dueling is...a tragic overstatement for what is about to take place, my friend." Nobody f*cks with Saylo's sword. The only person he'd ever allowed to so much as touch it had been Seigfried. Words could not discribe how sacred it was to Saylo. This fool no more deserved to be gutted by his sword than he did to rule the universe. "I suggest you move out, girl."

And whether or not she was out of the way, he fired.

[Rivers]

Balvayne sneered at Saylo's response. To be honest, he was not surprised one big. He kicked the screaming Storm aside, forcing her to slide on the smooth floor to safety.
The kitsune then brought the blade in front of him, deflecting the blast upward, leaving a clean hole in the ceiling.
"Hmm, wow, that was quite powerful." Balvayne admitted, admiring Saylo's blast.

"It'll be a shame to defeat such a worthy opponent." The kitsune said with honesty present. " However, the reward with outweigh the consequences. " He finished.

With a growl, he spun the sword and took a couple steps toward Saylo. The steps weren't that quick, however, the blade swing was amazingly fast for the sized sword he was wielding. Unnatural even. Perfect opponent for the great Saylo.