"Oh, haha, assholes. If you get caught in the crossfire, call me OJ Simpson - because it wasn't me." Something wrapped around the King's armoured shin, unseen yet still there. It was not a mighty force, perhaps more akin to a metal thread that obstructed a single limb. Yet it was still a hindrance nonetheless, impeding his walk lest he continue and fall. The boy had one finger eye extended nonchalantly from his crossed arms, squinting at the golden man from his position. "So you kill a dude by ramming a sword through his stomach, but you can't even step up to a kid? Sheesh. Tough luck."

[i]He turned to look at the young man, his red eyes shining brightly through the golden reflection, but the rest of his face obscured, hiding his emotion, if there was one. He knelt down on one knee, running his gauntleted hand down the grease until it brushed over what had caught him. A finger curled around the string just off of his leg, pulling it, then plucking it, a good thrum coming off of the taut cord. The sheening sound again as a gold disc opened up under the string, followed by another concussive boom as a knife was fired. The blade was of the ancient, lost make of Damascus steel, and coated in a layer of magic, not to mention that it had fired at a speed greater than the speed of sound up into the string. Strangely enough though, this boom seemed to echo curiously, almost as though there had been another weapon launched. There had been. As he had been feeling the string and opened the portal beneath it, another portal opened behind him simultaneously. It was aimed at the space between his chest and thigh, directly at the young boy. It had fired yet another Damascus dagger at him, flying through the space perfectly and coming right for his chest.[/i]

The knife slammed into the boy's body, penetrating him as he was forced into the wall behind him by the velocity of the knife. He made a few choking sounds before his head slumped... But no blood exited from the gaping wound in his chest. It was as if light itself bent around the boy as his skin faded to a translucent substance in a humanoid form. It then began to unravel itself like some kind of yarn, or rather, wire. Like cord being spun from a spool it came apart and was pulled to the left of the boy's former body as light bent again and the boy was standing there, undamaged by the knife from before. He had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, the translucent wires retreating back to him. "Where do you keep all of those things? Your ass?" Sighing, the boy got up from his leaning position as the air began to crackle around him. It sounded like dozens of unseen whips were being cracked, with the added addition of heat scorching the oxygen.

[i]He stood tall, the string no longer holding his leg. With the sound of clinking golden coins, the two knives dissolve into golden flecks, floating off into the air. His gaze turns on the boy again, he crosses his arms, one hand going up to support his hidden chin as he thinks. The sheening noise comes en masses as seven golden discs open behind him, seven matching weapons of varying make and style sliding partially out of them. However, they do not fire, not immediately. First, the King speaks,[/i] "[b]Mongrel. Why do you wish this upon yourself? Would your life not be easier without challenging me? Even as a mongrel, any life would be better to none. Why invite my wrath upon yourself?[/b]"

"Nah b, I'm just curious. Like you can teleport swords in - that's pretty lit, you feel? I'm trying to science this one out like I'm Bill Nye, because it would be sick to figure out how that shit works. Quantum displacement? Portals? The thing is with all of you high and mighty types," He gestures frantically as he talks, more air crackling around him as he speaks. "is that you have to get your attention."

"[b]Hmmph.[/b]" [i]grunted the King. The weapons receded and the discs shrank into themselves until they disappeared in their entirety. The King's arms come up, crossing over his chest, his right arm lifting to stroke his chin.[/i] "[b]Well. You've certainly earned my attention, mongrel. You are a step above the rest, and for that, I will speak with you. I am not in any hurry, anyways, and I would know the same things about these strings you have.[/b]"