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Slow breaths. Deep breaths. The water lapped lightly against his chest, as he sat in the quiet, fallen asleep in the warm waters, but still with much of his sense intact. It was a quality one picked up as an assassin, and it remained useful even when you no longer were. Stirred back to awareness and his echoes of memories, he snapped his head around to where he'd heard a branch snap nearby. He was unhappy to have come back to those remnants of old memories, but he wasn't going to complain. By the edge of clearing, a branch fell from the large bow it had been on, and a tall man, black hair hanging down past his shoulders, stood on it watching him, a spear rested across his back nonchalantly. "Well, it seems your as sharp as the rumors had you if nothing else, Arberus. They're not all that happy that you've left us. I guess I'll have a tale or two to tell." He blew at his fingertips, and a small black spec rose up from them, than took off in a striaght line away. "Whatever that thing is, you'll be sorry it wasn't you who went to tell them where I am. I've never even heard of you, who ever you are." He glanced at the crimson coat the man wore, gold trimmed, as were his pants, though the rest of his clothes were black. A phoenix insignia marked the shoulder of his coat; only constructs were branded, living humans simply wore the symbol. "I can understand them sending someone insignificant on reconasianse, but not to fight. You should run." He sat still in the water, waiting to make sure he had enough time before he reached for his weapons, still atop his clothes. "Run, Arberus? No, I'm afraid I've got no fame as you may, but I'm quite capable. I'm here to take you back, alive or dead. And you know if you're dead, they'll just bring you back up again to serve them. Shame you can't just die in peace, hmm?" Out the corner of his eye, he caught another shape move, and he stood immediatly, not bothering to go through the symbols as he let out his chakra. Water he controlled almost by nature, though he did need the symbols for most else. Even as several more copies, identical to the man appeared; doppelgangers, though that didn't mean that any particular one must be real; the water rolled violently and tendrils of powerful, steaming water shot out like striking serpents, nocking the men against the trees with a force that audibly cracked their ribs, and all the men dissappeared, leaving only the voice, coming from deeper within the forest. "Nice try, Arberus, silver demon, but you'll have to come to me..." The voice said mockingly. Rivven, decided, he wouldn't let the man leave, even if whatever he'd sent would probably get the message back eventually. Hurriedly pulling on his indergarment and pants, attaching the sheathed dagger to his belt and wrapping the chain around his waist, he ran into the wilderness after the man, chasing the quickly fleeing voice.