[i]A soft chuckle of what seemed to have been amusement sounded from Irina, a sadistic glint within her piercing eyes as she only stared upon Jason. Both feet were planted strongly onto the ground, one foot tapping as if Irina was ready for action. And even then, she didn't bother drawing her weapons.[/i] [u]"Guess this is about the actions of the past, hmm? The murders, the deaths...I know of what you're on about, how could I not?"[/u] [i]She then sighed deeply, tilting her head back to the cherry blossom tree's trunk. The names of those she had murdered were on there...Bliss...Isaac...Hell, almost Quincy, she wasn't sure about how he came back.[/i] [u]"...Guess you're also here to redeem the souls lost upon those terrible days...[/u] [u]...Very well. I probably can't change your opinion. I know I can't change the inevitable outcome. Eventually, one of you will come along as some sort of "hero for the people", and brutally murder me for what happened months ago. Then act as it you're some sort of great champion and as if you deserve some grand reward for your kill.. At least; that's what I expect."[/u] [i]Irina slowly drew her Rakuyo from its sheath, her gloved hand covering its stainless blade as she suddenly whipped it to her side.[/i] [u]"...But at least take the armor off. I swear I'll go melee only. Promise."[/u]

"No," [i]Came Jason's answer as the thrusters on his back activated while he started running, snow crunching under his feet. Then, he leaped, sending him forwards and towards Irina at pretty damn high speeds, since he was propelled by rockets. His right, cybernetic hand clenched into a fist, right arm pulling back, fist - or, well, blades aimed at Irina's center of mass, the steel glinting in the sunlight, while.. moisture dripped from his armour. Must've been pretty damn hot.[/i] "Like I can trust ya," [i]He spoke midair, voice cold and harsh. He really did have a hate boner for this woman. He wouldn't even think about taking off his armour. This woman was dangerous. Highly dangerous, at that. A murderer, too.. Taking his armour off just because she promised? Trusting someone who murdered though to rival Hitler? Only idiots and brainless fools would do such a thing. [/i]

[u]"Hey, I-Oh, for f[i]u[/i]ck's sake."[/u] [i]As Jason suddenly propelled himself towards the Vileblood, Irina immediately jolted underneath his flying fist, while she then drew something from her longcoat's pocket. It was not her Darksaber; she didn't want to kill Jason in the first place, but instead a piece of paper, blue electricity coursing within its scorched fabric.[/i] [i]As she passed Jason, Irina then turned back to face him once more, as she crumpled the remains of the paper over her Rakuyo's twin blades. The steel suddenly began to course with pure electricity, blue bolts jumping off of the sharpened blades rapidly. Irina only began circling, although it was clear that she took no joy in this.[/i] [u]"I don't understand. Every time I try to start over, every time I try to fix things...[/u] [u]It all just goes to hell. There's always some bastard who thinks he or she's a goddamn hero if they kill me."[/u] [i]A sickening glint of madness flickered within Irina's cold, icy eyes, as if a burning hatred had sparked up within her. There was nothing that she hated more than people targeting others over and over, even if the target was trying to undo their wrongdoings. It made her sick, even.[/i]