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It had been so long since Van had tried his skill against another person. It felt good for it to be successful. "The pattern of the various strings sounds above the hearing range of a normal person. These sounds reach into the person's subconscious and causes the brain to cause the body to do what ever the waves tell it to do."

Van placed the pick back on his necklace, "It's actually a very old technique that can be used with any instrument. It just takes many years to learn and master. One wrong note can cause disaster. I once made my cousin soil himself infront of the league when they were asking him questions on a new processing method but another time I killed a man by giving him a heart attack."

Van retuned the instrument listening to each string closely. "It was what they said I was born to do."

Kira put his knife away, before pulling out the sword at his waist. Fighting in a place like this (he had no clue where the hell he was, or what to call it) would not exactly his style. He put all his weight on his back foot, his eyes narrowing at Allen.

"We'll see who's faster," Kira replied. "How does a fight to the death sound?" Kira smiled. "Are you in, or are you afraid to die too?"

"This league told you you were going to kill people with a guitar?" Ciara muttered to him in reply, finding that to be just about the worst weapon in all existence. "Manipulating death is no fun." She added, which was quite ironic for her to do since in her job manipulating was just about all she did. Of course she would never admit that, just like she wouldn't admit a lot of things.

"Are you now on the run from them?" Ciara asked him, looking towards him. She herself was on the run. However, she wasn't escaping from an organization, for she had never been in one. The Alliance had tried to recruit her many times, but they had failed repeatedly since they couldn't use their dark magic against her. At the point the only person she was really running from was her guardian and the princess-to-be that she once was.

"Well, I'm running." Ciara said matter-of-factly, in reply to him. The idea of not running was alien to her. All her life she had been trying to run away from her greatest enemy: herself.

"Practice makes perfect, right?" Ciara said with a slight laughed. Turning to him, she then let her eyes lock with his own. "I'm not always running though. I usually just hide behind my mask...literally."

Ciara was hesitant to reply. Usually she would snap back with a snippy reply about how she was far from a coward considering all the things she had done, all the things she had lived through. However, she knew that she was a coward. All her life hiding was what seemed to be the best thing to do. It had been her only choice.

"I have all the reason to be." She replied calmly yet sadly. "I was always told that all I was was a pretty face. That I was just worthless..."