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Who: Kirei Kotomine (

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What: Two murder nerds meet.
When: After the explosion, night.
Where: Olympia, back alleys.
Warning(s): Violence and low-key murder-talk.

[ For Kirei, the answer to the situation was simple. Simple does not necessarily mean that it is easy. Under normal circumstances, if there is a threat, he would wish to analyze it from afar before eventually engaging in eliminating the problem. These steps were not available to him due to the surprise attack. Indeed, this world has a rotten core and he hopes to know more about it -- but that is for later.

Now, he walks through the back alleys well after the sun has gone down. Running in these cramped spaces would be decidedly unwise. He holds the single Black Key in his hand, sighing just underneath his breath about not acquiring more when he had the chance. His head lifts as he hears a scream -- one twisted in hostility and reeking of bloodlust rather than that of pain or fear. His steps immediately quicken to head toward the source.

When he arrives, he's honestly confused at the sight. The man stands at the end of an alleyway -- the walls have been partially destroyed and crumbling. Kirei can only assume that the individual is the cause for the destruction as he notes the bleeding hands. Yet ... there is no one else present. Blood is splattered everywhere; gashes that could only be made from a sword cover the lone figure. His eyes drop as he notices that there are footsteps in the blood, smeared and chaotic on the stone. Yet he could feel another presence in that small space.

At first, Kirei certainly cannot tell if the injured party is refugee (not friend, rarely ever friend) or the one he's come to hunt. It hardly matters, however, as his answer is given to him quickly. Even gravely injured, the man sprints forward toward him. He tightens his hold on the red handle as a blade snaps out, but it's a few seconds too late. His eyes widen as he realizes that the wounded has sped up his movements, already pulling back to swing his fist. Behind the attack, he can feel the air shake violently, alerting him that even if he puts up the Black Key to block the blow that the blade will shatter and the attack will continue to carry through ... right through his own chest. ]

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[Though it may come extremely close, the attacker's blow never has a chance to land. He stops abruptly, dead in his tracks as some unseen force seems to pierce straight through his throat and out the other side. After a few seconds of struggling, he goes limp, and the source of his injuries finally makes itself known.

Sword still wedged firmly in the man's neck, Zer0's cloaking deactivates and he becomes fully visible. His back is to Kirei, but he casts a glance over his shoulder at him briefly before turning his attention to freeing his blade. A boot in the middle of the guy's chest and a quick shove accomplish this, and turns to face the newcomer warily. All of his instincts are telling him to make sure there are no witnesses, but seeing as he's still pretty new here, he figures it might be a better move to maybe not do that. Yet.]

Are you uninjured?

[ While the blow does not land, he feels how the blade in his hand trembled fiercely as the strike drew close. The very air felt like it was about to explode, but it settles instead. Kirei, at least, has a chance to turn his head before the spray of blood erupts out of his would-be attacker's throat. Hot, burning blood splatters partially over him, but he's alive. That is what counts, isn't it?

His free hand gently touches his chest, like he is surprised that it does not have some gaping hole through it. Healing Aranea let him come to a deep understanding of his situation -- his magic has been weakened considerably, and that means while he survived the encounter with Archer, the black mud that keeps his body together and whole may also have limitations. ]

Despite my bloodied state, I am fine. [ He snaps the blade of the Black Key back into its handle as he looks the dead body over. ] I would say that if you were among those that I'm hunting, you wouldn't have bothered to ask if I am all right or not. [ Walking a wide circle around the masked swordsman, he steps closer to the deceased. Kneeling down, he looks him over carefully -- ignoring how little over half of his own body is covered in blood. ]

Certainly is an odd sort of way the world has been going lately, would you not agree?

[Zer0 watches the stranger closely while he moves, blade still in hand, but lowered once he feels like this guy isn't here to hassle him. In fact, it sounded like they shared similar goals. One could never have too many allies, especially considering the way things had been going recently.]

Since my arrival, / This fight has been the first thing / That's felt familiar.

[Which is to say that literally everything else has been absolutely bizarre at best. This guy seems pretty okay, at least. Zer0 nudges the body with his foot almost casually before finally securing his sword to his hip.]

He wouldn't talk. Too bad for him.

Another individual from a world that is primarily battle? [ Kirei hardly sounds like he is admonishing the man, but honestly sounds mildly amused. It only goes to prove a point that he has that violence is part of mankind's make up. To deny it -- well, that's a philosophical discussion for another day. ]

It would seem like he gave you a little bit of trouble. [ A brief pause to the surrounding alley and the holes punched into the walls. He is quite relieved that he is not the same as these walls. ] But so long as the end result is what it is... I suppose it doesn't matter, hm?

[ Super strength? He wouldn't have guessed. So, they're like mages, then? Well, that is a simplistic way of viewing things given that they used a bomb; it's putting it into a box that he can understand. Because saying they are mages is one thing, but they are not like mages. They think more like how an average person does rather than how a mage would. ]

Our enemy is rather dangerous, young man. I doubt that they are going to be hiding behind barriered walls and protective spells. I hadn't thought that there was a body like this acting on this planet, but I suppose that it isn't too surprising. Peace can only last for so long, is that not so?

There is no such thing. / Peace is but an illusion, / Conflict never ends.

[At least from his experiences. It could have something to do with the fact that he always seeks out conflict for kicks, but hey. At the end of the day, he probably wasn't too far off base.]

This one was strong, but lacked skill. I hope the next one is more challenging.

There is nothing wrong with what you've said. Violence is coded too deeply into humans. In this... there will always be conflict. To deny it is to deny human nature. [ Just when he thought he wouldn't get into a philosophical discussion. Though, this is little of a discussion and more two people agreeing on the same concept from different ways that they look at the society. ]

They may be. They don't think like magic-users think. That makes them a troublesome lot to deal with, sir. [ He looks over the body a little more before finally standing. ] Magic-users think more in line with ... spells and the like, as you would imagine. They don't think about bombs or guns as a means to fight... which makes fighting them with bombs and guns the simplest way to kill them.

[ Why didn't Harry Potter just shoot Voldemort - type mentality. ]

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So this is gonna be some serious blood

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