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Dion jumps back, then starts swing his blade in a horizontal arc, cutting only the clothing. "By hte way, who IS your mother?!" Dion swings again, vertically this time.

Dion notices those features then. "YOUR A FRAGGING REMNANT!?! JENVOA WILL NEVER BE BROUGHT BACK! NOT IF I HAVE A SAY IN IT! AS THE LAST PALADIN OF TEH ANCEINTS LIGHT, YOU WILL FALL!" Dion spins with the blade farthest out, causing it to cut hte skin. Dion then jumps up, bringing his blade down towards the heart of the man, hoping to hit it.

Dion attempts to keep up, but his human reflexes were simply too slow. He reacted but sending his blade forward though the flurry of attacks, causeing a long cut on the man's chest, forming a line going from hte left should to the right hip. However, for doing that move, Dion took a large cut on his right shoulder. "Ancient? Heh, i'm Human!" Dion slides to the man's left, slashing at the man's leg as he passed.

Dion Stands, blocking more now, noticing hte man isn't even trying ot kill him. "Why are you trying to avoid killing me? Aren't Remnants supposed to want everyone but themselves dead?" Dion ducks, and rolling forward, brings his blade mere centimeters from teh mans throat. "Besides, i'm not trying to kill you, just show you that i'm more willing to spare life, if there is no need for it, as a paladin or as a person." Dion lowers his blade, then puts it back in his sheath, noticing for hte first time, that the huge group of bounty hunters that were there moments ago, were gone.

Dion kneels for a moment, casting Cura, healing the last of his wounds. He stands. "I think the reason they left, is seeing our heated battle. I sure wouldn't have wanted to be a bystander during that." Dion looks around, noticing all the cuts their battle had left in the area. "Extrmely heated battle if i may add."

Dion nods, seeing he's made a fighting rival, and yet a friend in that battle. "By teh way, the name's Dion, Dion Zeromus!" Dion calls after the man, walking back towards Fryer.

(wait, when did Dion have gil, he used it to pay for his transport to the town...)

Dion noticed that man counting money, which was his own. Dion may be a paladin, but that doesn't mean he still doesn't use the skills he learned as a bandit when he was young. Dion begins laughing, unbleiving of how oblivous the man was to the own lightening of the guy's wallet. "Right, Thalon, i think you may want ot check your wallet! I looks a little empty!"

Maruki had figured that while everyone was occupied otherwise, he'd quietly slip away. He knew it would be best just to leave and never see any of them again, but the idea of being around so many people who had gone through experiments like himself.... Well, not the same ones, obviously, as he hadn't gotten the trademark silver hair, and they didn't have cat ears or a tail, but he did have the eyes. After slinking away, he turned around, and with almost inhuman grace, jumped and climbed up the wall of a building, crouching on the roof and putting his acute vision to work. He watched the goings on of the area he had just left, his eyes traveling from the remnants, the seemingly remnant hunter, and the chimera. Was he a victim to the same type of experimentations as himself, or was his body a product of something different? And why, why was he so open about his disfigurements? Did he have no feelings, maybe? Just a stoic being? But that couldn't be possible, because he had seen the being display actions that didn't seem to be lacking feeling.